MCR/MSI Pseudo!fic Conversation Thingy
Title: Untitled Conversation Thingy
Fandom: MCR + MSI, kind of.
Rating: PG-13, I suppose, for swearing and Gerard-ogling. ^_^
Disclaimer thing:: Totally taking liberties with Lyn-z's family tree.
Notes: Props to crossbow1 for the dialogue-only writing style.
Aaron: Yo, Jeff, dude, how’s it going?
Jeff: Hey Aaron. What’s up?
Aaron: Lyn called earlier.
Jeff: Oh? And what’s your inappropriately hot cousin up to now? Oh come on, don’t make that face, you can’t deny she’s hot.
Aaron: Yeah, but what about that whole part where we’re related?
Jeff: Whatever, I’m not.
A: Dude, shut up. Besides, that’s what she called me about. She’s off the market. Getting married.
J: What? That’s pretty fucking unexpected.
A: I know, right?
J:Never though Lyn to be the type to settle down with a guy.
A: Yeah, really. You’d think a girl, maybe, but...
J: So who is this guy?
A: Singer of some emo band. Shit, what’s his name. Uh, Gerard, I think. Gerard Way or something like that.
J: No shit? Where’s he from?
A: I think Lyn said Jersey, why?
J: Dude, I went to school with some kid named that. Wonder if it’s the same guy.
A: Well, he’s local, right age... so maybe.
J: Oh god. Let’s see if I even remember.... He had a younger brother? Named Mikey or something?
A: Yeah! It’s got to be him, then. What would be the odds?
J: Well, you said he’s in a band. We could just google him. What’re they called?
A: Uh, My Chemical Romance.
J: Seriously? Dude, my thirteen-year-old cousin listens to them.
A: Heh. And sorry, this piece of shit takes forever to boot up.
J: Nah, it’s fine. I just keep wondering how a loser like him ever got big in a band, or even scored with Lyn, Jesus. He had, like, no friends. Always drawing weird shit or reading comics in the corner or something. Fat kid with a stupid haircut.
A: I dunno, he might have changed. It’s been a while. Ah, here we go.
~A tapping of keys, clicking of mouse, some muttering:
Gerard.....Way..... My....Chemical.....Romance......
The picture loads as both men stare.~
A: Dude.
J: Whoa. He did not look like that in high school.
A: Hell, screw Lyn, I’d do him.
J: ...
A: ...What?
Fandom: MCR + MSI, kind of.
Rating: PG-13, I suppose, for swearing and Gerard-ogling. ^_^
Disclaimer thing:: Totally taking liberties with Lyn-z's family tree.
Notes: Props to crossbow1 for the dialogue-only writing style.
Aaron: Yo, Jeff, dude, how’s it going?
Jeff: Hey Aaron. What’s up?
Aaron: Lyn called earlier.
Jeff: Oh? And what’s your inappropriately hot cousin up to now? Oh come on, don’t make that face, you can’t deny she’s hot.
Aaron: Yeah, but what about that whole part where we’re related?
Jeff: Whatever, I’m not.
A: Dude, shut up. Besides, that’s what she called me about. She’s off the market. Getting married.
J: What? That’s pretty fucking unexpected.
A: I know, right?
J:Never though Lyn to be the type to settle down with a guy.
A: Yeah, really. You’d think a girl, maybe, but...
J: So who is this guy?
A: Singer of some emo band. Shit, what’s his name. Uh, Gerard, I think. Gerard Way or something like that.
J: No shit? Where’s he from?
A: I think Lyn said Jersey, why?
J: Dude, I went to school with some kid named that. Wonder if it’s the same guy.
A: Well, he’s local, right age... so maybe.
J: Oh god. Let’s see if I even remember.... He had a younger brother? Named Mikey or something?
A: Yeah! It’s got to be him, then. What would be the odds?
J: Well, you said he’s in a band. We could just google him. What’re they called?
A: Uh, My Chemical Romance.
J: Seriously? Dude, my thirteen-year-old cousin listens to them.
A: Heh. And sorry, this piece of shit takes forever to boot up.
J: Nah, it’s fine. I just keep wondering how a loser like him ever got big in a band, or even scored with Lyn, Jesus. He had, like, no friends. Always drawing weird shit or reading comics in the corner or something. Fat kid with a stupid haircut.
A: I dunno, he might have changed. It’s been a while. Ah, here we go.
~A tapping of keys, clicking of mouse, some muttering:
Gerard.....Way..... My....Chemical.....Romance......
The picture loads as both men stare.~
A: Dude.
J: Whoa. He did not look like that in high school.
A: Hell, screw Lyn, I’d do him.
J: ...
A: ...What?