Defy the Laws of Gravity - Page 2 - The Black Parade

bobsgirlfriend · 05-29-2008, 01:56 AM

thanks katelyn for liking it! *grins so wide it almost reaches ears*

it's my first fanfic and i've been working on this. i'm glad your brother knows every song word for word. and i've been brainwashing people with mcr, too. i'm known to my friends as the freaky mcr-worshipping somewhat-emo girl. and im proud of it!

levena93 · 05-29-2008, 09:13 PM

*calls #2 fanspot*
I luff it. It said Nash and I almost died. My name is Natasha and some people call me Nash. lol

bobsgirlfriend · 05-29-2008, 10:51 PM

the no.2 fanspot is all yours levena93! thanks for loving it!

i'm gonna update now.

bobsgirlfriend · 05-29-2008, 10:55 PM

here's chapter 4 now. sorry if it's kinda short-ish...

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“Thank God you’re here now!” said Gerard, when they met up with him backstage. Then he noticed Nash looking up at him in amazement, with his little jaw hanging. “Who’s your, um, little friend, Bob?”
Before Bob could reply however, Nash had already answered.
“Nelson Ashton Daniels, Mr. Way,” said Nash, automatically grabbing Gerard’s hand in a furious handshake. “But I prefer Nash. But you could also call me Ashton, or Ash, or whatever you like. I also respond to ‘Pipsqueak,’ ‘Asshole,’ and ‘You Little Rascal’, whichever term you prefer to use on me.”
Gerard shot Bob a “what-the-hell —?” look.
“See, Gerard, I kind of ran into him and he recognized me and threatened to yell it at the whole world so I took him here,” said Bob. “He’s a tough one,” he added with a nod.
“And he’s, like, how old?” asked Gerard.
“Seven,” replied Bob.
“I can’t believe it,” said Gerard, slapping his forehead. “You lost to a seven-year-old? No offense,” Gerard quickly apologized to Nash for underestimating him.
“None taken,” Nash said cheerfully. “I get that a lot.”
“Well, he’s a different kind,” said Bob. “He’s, um, how do I put this… Uh, smart? He’s, like, got a reason for everything.”
Then Ray arrived looking a little angry.
“Did you buy all the packs of cigarette at the store? Or even all of the items in it? Or even the store itself?” he asked, not a single note of sarcasm in his voice. Then he, too, noticed Nash. “Who’s this?”
“Nash,” said Gerard. “He’s smarter than Bob. Oh, and he’s only seven.”
“Pleased to meet you, Nash,” said Ray, holding out his hand, which Nash happily took and shook even more furiously than he had with Gerard’s. Ray gave Gerard a dazed look, which Gerard just shrugged off. “Now, tell me again why you’re here?”
“Bob couldn’t get him off his back,” said Gerard. “Have I mentioned he’s smart? He recognized Bob, and threatened to yell out. Bob was frantic. He didn’t know what to do. So he took him.”
“Oh,” said Ray, clearly unable to absorb what Gerard had just said. Nevertheless, he didn’t ask anymore.
“OK, I can’t ignore it any longer,” Nash but in. “Why are you acting like I’m such a nuisance?”
“You’re not,” Gerard said assuredly. “It’s just that we don’t know how to handle stuff like this. We’ve got five minutes to get onstage and rock our souls out. Bob’s not even dressed properly yet.”
“And am I such a situation?” asked Nash. “It’s not like I’d annoy the heck out of anybody here. I could just sit backstage and be out of your hair before you even know it.”
“Geez, this kid is smarter than you, Bob,” Ray muttered to Bob’s ear, as Gerard was explaining what he meant to Nash.
“I know,” whispered Bob. “He’s a genius. Then again, I’m not ashamed to admit that a lot of other people are smarter than me.”
“He’s like a speech mastermind,” Ray whispered back. “Wonder where he goes to school…”
“Yeah,” said Bob. “But I don’t think he even goes to school. His parents are like, the ‘don’t-give-a-damn’ kind. He says they make him eat scraps with spit.”
“Yuck,” said Ray, “poor kid. And I don’t even eat yesterday’s donuts.”
“I know!” said Bob.
“OK, you got a point,” Gerard told Nash. “Stay backstage, there’s food everywhere you turn as long as you stay backstage, and wait for, like, two hours. We’ll be done by then.”
“Are you sure you’re alright with this?” asked Nash. “I mean, my house is not that far from here. I could just leave, you know. I just took the opportunity to be here since it was right in front of me. I never really expected him to say yes…”
“Yeah, we’re fine with that,” said Gerard. “I promise. Don’t look at me like that.” Gerard added after Nash flashed him a pouting look complete with the puppy-dog eyes. “Only I, and maybe Frank, can do that in this band. I’m not falling for it.” But Nash was persistent. He kept the look until Gerard fell for it.
“All right!” he said suddenly, after about five minutes of Nash’s pouting. “I admit that I was uncomfortable to start with and I still am now, but I don’t think you’re irritating, I was just shocked, that’s all.”
“Good, that’s all I had to hear,” said Nash. Then Frank and Mikey arrived carrying cups of coffee.
“Bob!” Frank cried when he saw Bob. “Where’ve you been, man? We had to delay and the people are getting mad!”
“Yeah, dude,” said Mikey. “There’s, like, a barrage of water bottles and cigarette packs! The whole stage is full of ‘em!” Then both noticed Nash staring up at them, just like the way he stared up at Gerard.

Moonshyne · 05-30-2008, 12:07 AM

Hi Bobsgirlfriend,

I really love this story it's different and I love Nash. I just want to give him a big hug and take him home and cuddle him, but it might ruin your story so please continue!!!

bobsgirlfriend · 05-30-2008, 02:33 AM

thanks for loving it Moonshyne! and you can take him home and cuddle him after i'm finished with the story! lol

and don't worry, i'll update soon

i promise!

bobsgirlfriend · 05-30-2008, 07:41 AM

thanks everyone for lovin' my story. here's an update:

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Instantly, Frank and Mikey dropped their angry glares and stared back at Nash. Before they could say anything, Nash introduced himself.
“It’s Nash, Mr. Frank, and Mr. Mikey” said Nash, taking both Frank and Mikey’s hands into another furious double handshake even if they weren’t outstretched.
“OK,” said Frank, sounding unsure. He shot Bob the same “what-the-hell —?” look that Gerard had before, only it looked a little angrier, almost like he was soon capable of murder.
“Well —” Bob started explaining, but Nash cut him off.
“All right,” said Nash, turning around and facing the exit. “I get it. You don’t want me here. My house is just about two blocks down so I’m just gonna go leave.”
“Hey, kid, we didn’t say that,” said Frank.
“Yeah, but I’ve been living with people who make dark looks and I’m not stupid not to recognize them,” said Nash. “I can tell by the way you shoot looks at each other that you can’t deal with me now. So I’m lightening up the load I dumped on you and leaving.”
“For a seven-year-old,” Ray whispered at Gerard’s ear, “he sure talks pretty deep.” Gerard just nodded.
“Wait, Nash!” said Bob, but Nash had already ran out the exit and into the night. Oh yeah, and it had started raining pretty hard.
“What was that all about?” asked Mikey, as he watched Nash disappear behind the door and into the pouring rain. When Nash was completely out of sight, he added, “Reminds me of Jersey kids.”
“Well, he was just a little orphan whose heart we broke,” said Bob matter-of-factly. He was thinking twice about chasing after Nash, but the kid looked pretty decided.
“Orphan?” asked Gerard. “You never mentioned that.”
“You never asked,” said Bob, still holding his matter-of-fact tone.
“So, where does he live?” asked Ray.
“He said so himself that he lived about two blocks from here, idiot,” said Frank.
“No, I meant what kind of place, moron, like an orphanage or something,” said Ray. With this, Frank lunged at Ray to the ground causing a great thud. They wrestled and tackled and nobody gave a damn. This was the kind of stuff they do normally.
“Well, he doesn’t live in an orphanage,” explained Bob, avoiding Frank and Ray as they rolled by, hands at each other’s necks. “He has foster parents who are, by the way, absolute dickheads, from what I’ve heard.”
“Do say,” said Mikey, dodging Frank’s leg which was swaying around the floor like a livewire. Bob shot him a confused look, and Mikey immediately corrected himself. “I mean — do tell.”
“Well, he’s home alone all the time and they bring him leftover food with spit for dinner,” said Bob, taking a step to the right so Frank and Ray could roll by again, this time, Frank had his hands on Ray’s hair and Ray was attempting a headlock on Frank. “I don’t even think they send the kid to school.”
“How could you say?” said Gerard, raising his leg to give room as Ray aimed at punch at Frank’s nose.
“The way he talked to me, it was like talking to my older brother, it’s not something you learn from school,” said Bob, this time, he didn’t budge as Frank and Ray passed by. The two accidentally hit Bob’s leg and Bob almost tripped, good thing he kept his balance. “Watch it!” he barked.
“Really?” asked Gerard. “Never could you hear a single sentence without swearing. You know; when you talked to Jon Bryar.”
Just then Brian Schechter, their manager, arrived looking very unpleasant. He looked ready to massacre. He shot Bob a look that had a scary glint in the eyes. If he had his teeth bared, he might have looked like a bulldog. He noticed Frank and Ray on the floor trying to kill each other and stomped a foot for attention. Immediately, Frank and Ray stopped fighting but didn’t get up.
“Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that your message is anti-violence,” Brian said sternly. “I don’t see you living up to that message, boys.”
Frank and Ray frowned and got up. Frank’s nose was bleeding and so was Ray’s lower lip. Both had bruises on their faces, but they didn’t care. This even added to their makeup. Sometimes, fighting can be pretty nifty, especially before a show.
Brian then turned to Bob. “We’ll talk later about your punctuality,” he said between gritted teeth. “Right now I need you to get out there and rock the hell out of yourselves! If it takes your souls to make up for this disaster, then do it!” He pointed to the direction of the stage furiously.
Bob’s mind was taken off Nash. Brian was like a military general. Sure, he could be joking at times, but when things get pretty serious, joking is definitely not an option. Don’t even think about joking around when you’re in earshot with Brian in the middle of a serious situation. Brian’s practically gonna murder Bob after the show…

*katelyn* · 05-30-2008, 05:24 PM

NO! don't run away nash! go after him dammit!
aw i feel so bad for him

lilbit · 05-30-2008, 06:35 PM

aww.. pooorr nash..as stated before GO AFTER HIM DAMN IT!

levena93 · 05-30-2008, 07:13 PM

poor Nash. I still laugh when I see that name. Don't run!! Bob should have ran after him!