MICHELLE
OCTOBER 31ST, 2004

      IT HONESTLY SEEMED LIKE A GREAT IDEA AT THE TIME, but now that I'm sitting in the back stead of Johnny's car about to throw up, I'm starting to realize that I was wrong.

Johnny was as sober as an infant, which was why he was driving.

"Michelle, where do you live?" Johnny asked as he started the car.

"Over yonder!" I said at the same time as Gerard rolled over in his seat to face Johnny and said "in the really pretty house."

I felt myself smile, leaning between the two front seats. "You think my house is pretty?" I asked, looking at the blond in the passenger seat.

Gerard nodded "very pretty."

"Michelle." Johnny groaned, clearly already annoyed by the two of us. "I need an address."

I felt a feeling of paranoia wash over me as I turned to glare at the driver "why do you want to know my address, Johnathan?"

"Yeah?" Gerard agree with me, glaring at his best friend.

"Jaysus." Johnny sighed, rolling his eyes "I have to drop you off, that's why."

I frowned "right now? But it's super late."

I didn't even think about how I'd be able to sneak back into the house this late. Chances are if my mom knew I wasn't home she's be waiting for me to walk through the door. And if I ended up walking through the front door drunk off my ass I'd most likely get grounded.

"Oh shit!" The realization hit me and I folded down to my knees.

"What?" Both Johnny and Gerard asked at the same time. Johnny sounding more on the concerned side and Gerard more on the confused side.

"I'm gonna be grounded for like ever." I nervously ran my hands through my hair.

"Why?" Gerard spun around in his seat to face me.

"because It's like, the middle of the night, I'm so drunk I can barely walk, and I'm accompanied by two giants—oh my god!" I groaned, my hands flying up to my face as I threw my body into the back seat "I'm so screwed."

"Maybe Maeve will cover for you." Gerard said, his head lying on the center console.

I rolled my eyes "unlikely. Plus I'm already in dept to her after your little sleepover last night."

"Wooooaaah" Johnny cut me off "what sleepover?"

"Last night." I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Yeah, I gathered that, what I meant was like. . ." He scratched his chin, something he often did when he was nervous or agitated. "What kind of sleepover?"

I was beyond confused, because how many different kinds of sleepovers were there? I was only aware of one.

"What the fuck do you mean 'what kind of sleepover'? How many different kinds are there Johnathan?" My voice was a lot squeakier than I meant for it to be.

"Was there like. . ." He did it again "actually sleeping?"

I narrowed my eyes "yeah, that's why it's called a sleepover, ya idiot." I leaned forwards in my seat, resting my elbows on my knees. "I thought you were supposed to be smart."

Johnny groaned, running a ran across his face. "Did you guys, like, sleep together."

"Yeah." I said casually, still not understanding why he was being so weird.

"Yeah?" Johnny's eyebrows shot up and his head snapped in my direction. "Seriously?"

I nodded, still beyond confused "I mean, I didn't really have much of a say in it though. He just came over in the middle of the night, started yelling at me for ignoring him, then boom!" I threw my hands up. "Slept together."

Johnny slammed on the brakes, sending me flying forwards smashing towards Gerard who had—at some point—managed to fall asleep on the center console.

"He what?" The brunet yelled, now looking incredibly pissed off.

"Ow, Johnny. What the hell." Gerard groaned, sitting up, his hand flying up to where I had accidentally punched him.

"Me 'what the hell'? You 'what the hell'?" Johnny yelled, turning in his seat to face Gerard.

"Johnathan, that hurt." I mumbled, rubbing my shoulder that had awkwardly slammed into the front seat.

"That hurt you? You punched me in the face! I hurt, Michelle! I hurt!" Gerard kept his hand on his cheek.

"Oh, you're about to hurt!" Johnathan's accent grew stronger the angrier he got.

He honestly looked like he was about to punch his best friend in the face and I didn't understand why.

"What!" Gerard threw his hands up, flying towards the door in order to avoid any fist that might try to swing at him "what did I do?"

"Johnathan, lower the fist!" I pulled myself between the two seats, hoping that he wouldn't try to hit Gerard if I was in the way.

He seemed too nice to hit girls.

"Why are we hitting people?" I asked, catching myself when my hand slipped off the center console.

"You just said—"

"This is about the sleepover?" I asked, cutting him off "you know, Johnathan, if I knew you were gonna get so angry that someone else slept with your best friend I wouldn't have to told you."

"Wow, Michelle!" Gerard cut in "watch the wording."

I lowered my voice, turning to the boy behind me "what do you mean?"

"Well," he leaned forwards, but still hiding his body behind mine "when you say it like that it sounds like, we 'did it'."

My mind blanked "did what?" I whispered, leaning closer.

Gerard cleared his throat and backed up slightly, putting a little space between our faces. "You know?" His entire face was as red as a tomato.

I shook my head "no, I don't know."

Gerard paused, his eye digging into mine as if he was waiting for me to crack and say I was joking.

News flash: I wasn't.

The blond blinked, his eyes flickering over to his best friend, who still looked like he was about to punch him.

"Michelle." He patted a hand on my shoulder. "When you say it like that, it sounds like we fucked."

Oops.

AUTHOR TALKS!!
All this happened while Johnny was Batman, Gibsie was Spider-Man and Michelle was a butterfly.