What Does Bob Do When He’s Not in Fan Fiction? (6/?)
Title: What Does Bob Do When He's Not In Fan Fiction? (6/?)
Author: xx_anarchy_xx
Idea Suggested By: juliedoc
Rating: R
Pairing: Implied Frerard
Summary: What does Bob do when he's not in fan fiction?
Warnings: Swearing (cause we all know that's very naughty)
Author's Note: Got an idea for what Bob can do next? Suggest HERE and if I like it, I'll write it
1. He Saves Us From the Zombie Hordes
2. He's Part of 'The Drummer Club'
3. He Buys Weird Stuff on eBay
4. He Races Japanese Robots with Ray
5. He Goes Shopping for Kitties
Ray Toro: guitarist, rocker to millions. Very heavy sleeper. Extremely heavy sleeper, in fact so heavy I’m pretty sure I could play thrash metal at full volume right next to his ear and nothing would happen. During the long nights where I can’t sleep he’s the perfect play thing. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t make a noise. He’s just there waiting to be messed with.
It’s all started when me and Mikey where having a paper aeroplane throwing competition down the aisle of the bus. Neither of us could sleep and we needed to do something quiet that would amuse ourselves. There’s always paper around thanks to Gerard’s sketch pads. I don’t think he noticed when we took a few pages. Mikey threw his second one and it curved in the air and landed in Ray’s hair. We both froze. Ray hates us messing with his hair. Apparently Mikey is known for it, but that was before I was around so I never got to see it. When Ray didn’t move for a few minutes we went to investigate. He was still fast asleep with a paper aeroplane sticking out of his fro. I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t burst out laughing.
That was just the beginning.
When Mikey let me in on what he used to do he showed me a big purple box of hair accessories that I was surprised I’d never seen before.
“I’ve been waiting ages to do this,” he grinned, pulling out a red hair scrunchie with a pink plastic heart on it.
We spent the night fucking with him, putting all kinds of weird things in his hair; scrunchies, clips in all different shapes and sizes and colours, different pins and weird beads that clip into the hair that I’ve never seen before.
“Where did you get all this stuff?” I asked as another bead was added to the growing star shape I was making.
“Just picked it up,” Mikey shrugged. “Gas stations, Wal-Marts. Just picked it up.”
Ray looked angrier than hell when he had to pick it all out the next morning. Took him a couple of hours because Mikey, being the more experienced, knew where to hide the accessories for maximum embarrassment if Ray didn’t find them. He automatically blamed Mikey for all of it. I didn’t say anything.
Why land yourself in something you don’t have to?
“Why did you start doing this?” I asked another night. Ray was asking for us to mess with him. He fell asleep with his head just outside the curtain. If that’s not an invitation I don’t know what is!
“Dunno. I used to do it on Gerard when we were kids. Guess it started from there.”
I paused from putting a monkey clip near Ray’s scalp to look at Mikey, concentrating on his work with the same face he wore when on stage.
“You used to do this to Gerard?” I said, reiterating the point in my head and gesturing to all the crap in Ray’s hair, the rainbow of sickly bright colours and shapes and different plastic animals that seemed to be the night’s theme. Mikey nodded.
“He didn’t used to get as angry as Ray though.”
“You do realise this may be one of the reasons why he likes make up now.”
“What? Me putting girly things in his hair?” Mikey almost laughed but stopped, his mouth hanging open with no sound coming out. “Actually you’re probably right. Oh well.”
And with that another monkey was added to the plastic scrunchie zoo.
Ray ranted at Mikey the next day, pulling elephants and seals out of his hair, wincing every time one got caught and he had to yank it out. I hid behind a cereal box. It masked my smirk well and gave me time to do the kiddie puzzle crossword.
Eventually we got bored with all the hair accessories. It was time to bring out the big guns.
Literally.
It’s not hard to find action figures. We seem to attract them like magnets. I bought a bunch at Wal-Mart, got some odd looks from the woman at the register, and Mikey and I spent the night unpicking them all from their plastic cases and taking out the guns to put in Ray’s hair. We didn’t care about the rest of the toy. It would make an interesting change for him when he woke up to find them.
Which was five minutes later.
Ray rolled and one of the guns must have jabbed him in the ear waking him up abruptly. The first thing he saw was us holding little toy guns.
“Oh you bastards!” He growled, leaping to his feet. We ran to the other end of the bus. Pissed Ray is scary. Pissed Ray who’s just found out his friends have been putting things in his hair while he sleeps is terrifying! Mikey hid behind me, his left hand full of guns. I’d dropped mine when we started running so they were littering the bus aisle. Just waiting to be step on in the dark by sleepy people.
“You guys are assholes!” Ray yelled, pointing at his, his face turning red with anger. Mikey ducked more out of his eye line so I was more in it.
“Yes, we are but I’m sure we can explain,” I said to Ray, putting my hands up like I was surrendering. I then turned to the cowering Mikey behind me. “We can explain right?” Mikey shrugged. “Well aren’t you a shit load of help!”
“You’d better have a fucking good reason why you’ve been messing with me while I sleep!” Ray yelled again, taking a couple of steps closer. I’ve never been on the receiving end of Pissed Ray before but I’ve seen it and always thought ‘I don’t wanna be that guy’. Turns about being ‘that guy’ isn’t fun.
“What the fuck is going on out here?” We heard Frank groan, poking his head out of Gerard’s bunk. We were all sure Gerard was in there too.
“These fuckers have been messing with me!” Ray turned to face him. The force of it made some of the guns fall out of his hair like grey plastic dandruff. Frank laughed as soon as they hit the floor. I bit my lip to stop myself laughing so hard it started bleeding. Ray looked from Frank to me then back to Frank.
“Oh fuck you all!” He stormed off to his bunk and drew the curtain roughly.
I did feel bad for him so apologised the next day, when he’d calmed down a little and with a pillow as a barrier. He glared at me until I told him Mikey used to do it to Gerard. Now we mess with him but he doesn’t mind as much. Actually it’s worrying how little he doesn’t mind.
Author: xx_anarchy_xx
Idea Suggested By: juliedoc
Rating: R
Pairing: Implied Frerard
Summary: What does Bob do when he's not in fan fiction?
Warnings: Swearing (cause we all know that's very naughty)
Author's Note: Got an idea for what Bob can do next? Suggest HERE and if I like it, I'll write it
1. He Saves Us From the Zombie Hordes
2. He's Part of 'The Drummer Club'
3. He Buys Weird Stuff on eBay
4. He Races Japanese Robots with Ray
5. He Goes Shopping for Kitties
Ray Toro: guitarist, rocker to millions. Very heavy sleeper. Extremely heavy sleeper, in fact so heavy I’m pretty sure I could play thrash metal at full volume right next to his ear and nothing would happen. During the long nights where I can’t sleep he’s the perfect play thing. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t make a noise. He’s just there waiting to be messed with.
It’s all started when me and Mikey where having a paper aeroplane throwing competition down the aisle of the bus. Neither of us could sleep and we needed to do something quiet that would amuse ourselves. There’s always paper around thanks to Gerard’s sketch pads. I don’t think he noticed when we took a few pages. Mikey threw his second one and it curved in the air and landed in Ray’s hair. We both froze. Ray hates us messing with his hair. Apparently Mikey is known for it, but that was before I was around so I never got to see it. When Ray didn’t move for a few minutes we went to investigate. He was still fast asleep with a paper aeroplane sticking out of his fro. I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t burst out laughing.
That was just the beginning.
When Mikey let me in on what he used to do he showed me a big purple box of hair accessories that I was surprised I’d never seen before.
“I’ve been waiting ages to do this,” he grinned, pulling out a red hair scrunchie with a pink plastic heart on it.
We spent the night fucking with him, putting all kinds of weird things in his hair; scrunchies, clips in all different shapes and sizes and colours, different pins and weird beads that clip into the hair that I’ve never seen before.
“Where did you get all this stuff?” I asked as another bead was added to the growing star shape I was making.
“Just picked it up,” Mikey shrugged. “Gas stations, Wal-Marts. Just picked it up.”
Ray looked angrier than hell when he had to pick it all out the next morning. Took him a couple of hours because Mikey, being the more experienced, knew where to hide the accessories for maximum embarrassment if Ray didn’t find them. He automatically blamed Mikey for all of it. I didn’t say anything.
Why land yourself in something you don’t have to?
“Why did you start doing this?” I asked another night. Ray was asking for us to mess with him. He fell asleep with his head just outside the curtain. If that’s not an invitation I don’t know what is!
“Dunno. I used to do it on Gerard when we were kids. Guess it started from there.”
I paused from putting a monkey clip near Ray’s scalp to look at Mikey, concentrating on his work with the same face he wore when on stage.
“You used to do this to Gerard?” I said, reiterating the point in my head and gesturing to all the crap in Ray’s hair, the rainbow of sickly bright colours and shapes and different plastic animals that seemed to be the night’s theme. Mikey nodded.
“He didn’t used to get as angry as Ray though.”
“You do realise this may be one of the reasons why he likes make up now.”
“What? Me putting girly things in his hair?” Mikey almost laughed but stopped, his mouth hanging open with no sound coming out. “Actually you’re probably right. Oh well.”
And with that another monkey was added to the plastic scrunchie zoo.
Ray ranted at Mikey the next day, pulling elephants and seals out of his hair, wincing every time one got caught and he had to yank it out. I hid behind a cereal box. It masked my smirk well and gave me time to do the kiddie puzzle crossword.
Eventually we got bored with all the hair accessories. It was time to bring out the big guns.
Literally.
It’s not hard to find action figures. We seem to attract them like magnets. I bought a bunch at Wal-Mart, got some odd looks from the woman at the register, and Mikey and I spent the night unpicking them all from their plastic cases and taking out the guns to put in Ray’s hair. We didn’t care about the rest of the toy. It would make an interesting change for him when he woke up to find them.
Which was five minutes later.
Ray rolled and one of the guns must have jabbed him in the ear waking him up abruptly. The first thing he saw was us holding little toy guns.
“Oh you bastards!” He growled, leaping to his feet. We ran to the other end of the bus. Pissed Ray is scary. Pissed Ray who’s just found out his friends have been putting things in his hair while he sleeps is terrifying! Mikey hid behind me, his left hand full of guns. I’d dropped mine when we started running so they were littering the bus aisle. Just waiting to be step on in the dark by sleepy people.
“You guys are assholes!” Ray yelled, pointing at his, his face turning red with anger. Mikey ducked more out of his eye line so I was more in it.
“Yes, we are but I’m sure we can explain,” I said to Ray, putting my hands up like I was surrendering. I then turned to the cowering Mikey behind me. “We can explain right?” Mikey shrugged. “Well aren’t you a shit load of help!”
“You’d better have a fucking good reason why you’ve been messing with me while I sleep!” Ray yelled again, taking a couple of steps closer. I’ve never been on the receiving end of Pissed Ray before but I’ve seen it and always thought ‘I don’t wanna be that guy’. Turns about being ‘that guy’ isn’t fun.
“What the fuck is going on out here?” We heard Frank groan, poking his head out of Gerard’s bunk. We were all sure Gerard was in there too.
“These fuckers have been messing with me!” Ray turned to face him. The force of it made some of the guns fall out of his hair like grey plastic dandruff. Frank laughed as soon as they hit the floor. I bit my lip to stop myself laughing so hard it started bleeding. Ray looked from Frank to me then back to Frank.
“Oh fuck you all!” He stormed off to his bunk and drew the curtain roughly.
I did feel bad for him so apologised the next day, when he’d calmed down a little and with a pillow as a barrier. He glared at me until I told him Mikey used to do it to Gerard. Now we mess with him but he doesn’t mind as much. Actually it’s worrying how little he doesn’t mind.