[13] What I Bought On eBay [MCR]

A stunned silence blanketed the band members as they stared at Brian's urgent cause. Shelly and Halo shuffled from the bus, and immediately, both of them seemed to mirror each other, in that both pairs of eyes went wide, and both jaws dropped. Gerard's arms pulled Shelly backward, but no one had taken hold of Halo, and just as Frank went for her, she'd darted forward,
"HALO!" Bob shouted. Mikey, the most reflexive out of the lot, had zipped after Halo and seized her around the waist, throwing her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" She struggled, "I wanna see!"
"Halo - there's a guy with a gun in there, holding a briefcase, stay the hell here." Brian scolded; she grumbled, finding herself with Mikey's arms wrapped around her securely, but with her feet on the floor.
"What does he want?" Ray asked inquisitively, not taking his eyes off the man in the gas station, he was speaking loudly, holding a gun, and waving a briefcase, but none of them could hear a word that was being said,
"Someone call the cops." Frank muttered. Absently, Bob pulled out a cell phone and dialed in 9-1-1, walking away from the scene as he lifted the phone to his ear. Halo leaned heavily against Mikey, bored of just standing there and waiting,
"Halo, stop being a nuisance." Mikey admonished gently. She glowered up at him; he gazed right back at her with an expression of calm indifference. The guy in the gas station suddenly appeared in the doorway of the gas station and yelled something. Bob returned, closing the cell phone. The man was running, now, but he'd put his briefcase down by the door, next to a gas tank.
"Get on the bus." Brian said slowly, turning to everyone. Ray, Gerard, and Shelly were the first to move. Frank tugged Mikey and Halo along, and they climbed on afterward, Halo grumbling darkly as she did so. Bob followed, Brian and their bus driver were last. They closed the doors sat by the window in anticipation,
"We can't exactly go anywhere, though - we'd just mosey on down to our next gig venue, but we've called the cops, and they'll want witness statements." Bob was saying. Halo flumped down into Frank's lap, causing the guitarist to yelp in surprise. She handed him an Oreo and turned to stare out of the bus window.
"Did he kill the guy in the station, or is he still in there?" Gerard asked suddenly, after a long period of silence, watching, waiting. Shelly gave a start and thwacked her head down onto the table, mumbling incoherently,
"I'm not sure. I think he still may be in there, but I don't know - I didn't hear a gunshot." Frank replied, playing with Halo's long black hair, still slightly mussed from the tickle-attacks. Halo was idly chewing on the end of a popsicle stick, her eyes on Shelly, who still hadn't lifted her head. Suddenly, the darker haired girl's hand shot out of nowhere and flicked the top of the blonde's head,
"Ow! What?" Shelly whined, her head rolling to one side to glare over at Halo, who beamed in a childish display of affection and amusement,
"Tag, you're it." She giggled feebly, writhing backward as Shelly lunged for her over the table. Halo sunk down and disappeared under the table, scrambling from under it and running through the bus. Shelly jumped onto the table and leapt after her.
"Oh, no..." Brian said slowly, watching Halo being tackled to the floor. Both girls rolled around the floor, trying to 'tag' the other without being tagged back. Minutes later, they were simply a two-person pile of exhaustion.
"COP CAR!" Halo suddenly yelled, with a sudden new-found burst of energy, "Eww! Who just let off?" No one paid attention to her afterthought of a question as they herded around the window. Two cops got out of their cars, and another car pulled up, two cops exiting that one, too. Two of the cops headed for the bus, two of them edged closer to the gas station. Shelly made to dash to answer the door, but Brian, being the forward-thinker that he was, seized her around the waist and tossed her at Bob, who kept her at bay whilst Ray and Brian left the bus to talk to the cops.
"Keeeeeeep holdinnn' onnnn...'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through!" Halo howled sang as she waltzed around the lounge area with Shelly, who was giggling hysterically, but still managing to dance. They'd been cooped up in the bus for over an hour with the band minus Ray. Gerard had his headphones in and was sketching, curled in a corner with a coffee cup beside him. Mikey was laughing at Bob, who just lost a race in some Play Station game. Frank was showering. For the third time that day. Suddenly, the bus doors opened. Shelly found herself suddenly being flung across the room (again) whilst Halo charged for the fresh air,
"RAY-RAY!" She squealed, leaping into the air and throwing her arms around him. He laughed and twirled her around.
"LOW-LOW!" He yelled back, after setting her on her feet. She beamed dizzily and slung an arm around the tall man's waist - unable to reach his shoulders.
"What news?" Frank asked, leaving the bathroom, pulling a clean t-shirt over his head, his dark, wet hair hanging over his face. Halo smiled even more broadly, unnoticed by everyone but Shelly - Shelly never missed a trick. No sir, she did not.
"Uh. Just a bomb scare - the briefcase had an alarm clock in it. The guy in the gas station's alright - just a bit shaken up. The police are gonna stick around the area for a while, see if anything more goes down." Brian said, "But we're alright to go, now."
"Let's stop by a 7-11." Halo added, smiling at their bus driver, who grinned back at her. The bus driver was called Ben; he was a good man, in his late thirties - he'd acted rather fatherly about Halo and Shelly since they'd joined the tour.
"Why?" Brian asked suspiciously,
"Sugar!" Screamed Shelly, appearing out of nowhere to randomly hug the band's manager, "Please, Bwiaaan! We wike sugaarr!" She put on her best glimmering puppy dog eyes and her pouty bottom lip - not to mention the baby voice. Brian caved.
Obviously.
"Alright. Sugar, it is. Then we've really got to get back on track - we'll miss sound check, but if we're there for the show, we'll be just fine." He said, running a hand through his short, spiky brown hair. At the acceptance of the idea of a hyper Halo and Shelly, he found two kisses being planted on each cheek before both girls ran back to the lounge area. Stunned, Brian simply stood there for a while, before Frank laughed and shook his head at the smitten manager,
"Man, they got you whipped, dude." He chuckled, heading into the bunk area to read Harry Potter. Brian turned to Ray for sympathy, but Ray wasn't there - he'd sought after coffee when the girls had skipped away. Damn.
Halo gleefully skipped around the small, roadside 7-11, basket swinging merrily from her arm. Shelly was bouncing around with her own basket, also, but both were on their own missions. Previously, Halo had pranked Shelly by placing a bucket of water over a door and yelling for her - Shelly had, inevitably, walked straight into the trap. Halo had fallen around laughing until Shelly had waited until Halo was calm and relaxed to pop a balloon, right beside her ear - Halo had screamed and freaked out so loudly, Gerard complained about his hearing never being the same. Thus, both girls were on missions to outdo each other - and get sugar high at the same time - which was inevitable, anyway. The MCR boys were aimlessly wandering, constantly on their guards - just in case.
Halo and Shelly left the store, both carrying plastic bags and eyeing each other suspiciously. When they got back onto the bus, Halo looked around at the guys, who all cowered - she grinned and, after dropping her bags into the bunk she was sharing with Frank, she took both Bob and Frank himself by the hands, pulling them to the other end of the bus. Shelly smiled wickedly and sat down with the remaining three men. Brian was up front with Ben, not paying any attention to what was going on.
"Alright, so we need a team name." Halo said, after telling her newfound teammates her plan; both had agreed.
"The Dream Team." Frank said suddenly, beginning to grin at his own brilliance,
"You're awesome." Halo commented, "Alright - The Dream Team, we are! Now, let's go get our stuff ready."
"I know. And, yes, let's." Frank agreed. Bob was simply smiling and going along with this for the sheer amusement of it.
"HIII-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"TAKE THAT!"
"ZIING!"
"Haha. Noob."
"BOOYA!"
"ABRA-KADABRA!" The war battle had commenced. They were all backstage, in the gig venue. They were all, also, in the men's bathroom. How they got there, Mikey wouldn't honestly be able to affirm, but he was having fun - so who really cared?
Whipped cream lined the walls, and water balloons has exploded all over the place. Buckets of paper mache had been spilled across the floor, paste lined the walls, paint was all over each team member of both teams. The place was a complete wreck, in other words, but none of them cared - they were having the time of their lives. The WayAfroShells, aptly named, consisted of the Way brothers, Ray and Shelly - they were armed with eggs, water balloons, balloons filled with paste and once, paper mache. The Dream Team, made up of Bob, Frank and Halo, were fortified with balloons filled with paint, canisters of whipped cream, and their secret weapon - a load of fizzed-up, unopened beer cans. Just as supplies on both sides began to run low, the Dream Team pulled out their secret stash from inside one of the cubicles. Frank was first to lunge forward, pulling the ring pull on his cans only slightly, causing them to explode over the opposition.
The bathroom door swung open just as Halo had dived for Shelly - who had been standing by the door in all her paint, water, cream and paste-covered glory. Brian, shocked, stood there, now dripping with beer.
"Hi, Brian!" Halo sang, dancing past and tackling the blond girl to the floor, rubbing more beer into her hair, much to Shelly's bamboozled dismay,
"What the hell is going on?!" He screamed, his crystal blue eyes wide,
"Uhm. Revenge, really...and it's a lot of fun." Gerard told the manager, grinning widely; he had Frank in a headlock.
"You guys are on stage in two minutes! How are you expecting to clean up by then?!" Brian demanded, his voice still high-pitched,
"Uhhh - we're not really planning to. We can go on stage like this." Mikey said, hoisting himself up onto a sink and diving on Bob's back.
"You're covered! In everything! You can't possibly be serious!"
"Oh, but we are." Bob flipped Mikey over his head and pinned him down, massaging kneading paste into the bassist's mousy brown hair. Mikey simply thanked hell he'd worn contacts today, and not his glasses.
The guys played the show, and kicked ass at what they did. Shelly and Halo, completely clean, neat and tidy, were waiting for them in the dressing room when they finished,
"Eww, you stink." Shelly whined at Gerard, who'd thrown himself at her, slung his arm over her shoulder, and literally collapsed against her. Halo began to laugh, but found herself being tackle-hugged by Frank, who stunk as well.
"Frank!" She squealed, gagging, "You're covered in sweat, cream, paste, paper mache, paint, egg, and beer. Is that blood? Eww, and blood!" She paused, then stared at him, "How did you manage to get blood on you?"
"Ran the heel of my palm over my guitar strings too quick - stings like a bitch, but I don't care. GROUP HUG!" All five sweaty, smelly band members moved in on both girls; Halo and Shelly clung to each other, terrified of their impending doom, just as the door burst open once more,
"We've got to stop meeting like this." Halo said, giggling weakly, as the man in the doorway gave them all a irate stare.
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