"where's mikey?" gerard asks, waddling into the room in pain from his previous action-filled night with frank.
"didn't you hear? he ran away. nobody can find him." patrick said.
"what why?"
"I told him to fuck off because he's a whore who uses everyone so he ran away and I heared he died for a second time so we cant see him."pete explained.
"oh. eh, I TOLD YOU MIKEY NOT TO STEAL MY HAIR DYE WHEN WE WERE KIDS!" gerard yelled.
gerard then turned around and found pete and patrick having an intense make out session in the corner.
"oh" gerard mumbled, walking out to leave them be. minutes later, they were moaning through the walls.
a/n: NO PETEKEY IN MY LOBBY
