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ughty Girl...or Boy?! by Gawd, George! You're so STYLIN'! [Tess]
The Dream becomes reality

I really have to thank Kirsten for this idea. we were in class, and she just suddenly said "What if the Naughty Girl Video was by linkin park and it was chester in the big champange glass INSTEAD of beyonce?" It really, really, REALLY freaked me out at first...but then i though that it would make a pretty good..and umm, interesting fan fiction. I hope you like it...and i hope that its funny.

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The last thing Mike Shinoda remembered before being swallowed by the darkness and before his eyelids won the battle against staying awake, was the Naughty Girl Video.


2:30am. Monday. April 12.


Yeh, he liked that video. and he liked it alot. I mean, how many straight guys didnt like seeing a half-dressed Beyonce, swimming around in an over-sized glass of Champange? Not many. At least not many that he knew.


It was exactly at that point in the video.


"I....love to love ya baby...I....love to love ya baby"


"Damn girl, I love to love ya, too." were the last words that he mumbled...


All he heard was the beat of the song...he couldnt see anything. It was still pitch black.


"I....love to love ya baby...I....love to love ya baby"


"wait a second...that isnt beyonce singing..." Mike said to himself. He couldnt be more right.


He pulled his tired eyes open and found himself in a bar...but it wasnt one of those bars that you would see in the middle of the highway full of bikers...no. this was a very very classy bar. Like you had to be on the guest list to get into it. Only a place that extremely famous or important people could get into...what the hell was he doing there? And how did he get in?


"I....love to love ya baby...I....love to love ya baby"


There it was again. The voice. It sure as hell wasnt beyonce. It sounded oddly familar...yet he couldnt grasp who it was...until


The deep red suede curtins pulled away to the side of the stage to reveal a large champange glass full of bubbly water standing in the middle of the stage.


"yes!! i'm gunna get a lap dance from BEYONCE!" Mike said outloud.


Yes, Mikey. You are going to get a lap dance...but definatly not from Beyonce.


Mike focused his sleepy eyes to the person in the glass. Half-dressed, sparkly outfit, high-heel shoes...they looked exactly like beyonce...except for the face.


Mike froze. He blinked a few times. Inhale. Exhale.


That couldnt be...or could it?


Yes, indeed it was. No, Beyonce wasnt in the Glass. it was none other then one of his closest friends.


Chester Bennington.


"What...the...hell..." That could barely even come close to what he was thinking. The hard-on that he was developing lost it and went back to its normal state. This was insane.


"Tonight, I'll be your Naughty Girl..." Chester started singing. Whoa, whoa, whoa...slow down, candy pants. This definatly wasnt going the way that mike had planned it.


Then, Chester jumped out of the glass and started walking towards the bar...towards Mike.


"I'm calling all the girls...hey Rob!" Just then, Rob jumped out. He wasnt dressed any better then Chester was. He was sporting a fur-lined skimpy dress. This was seriously sending mixed images to mikes Brain.


Chester and Rob eventually made their way over to Mike...damn.


Mike was just sitting there, unable to move. this was so unbelivably wrong.


"I see you look me up and down...i know you want my body."


"NO!"


Mike sat up in his bed, sweating.


"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!" He screamed outloud.


Just then, there was a knock on the door.


"y-y-yes?" Mike causiouly. "dont be chester...dont be chester..." He thought to himself.


"Excuse me, Mr. Shinoda, its Mr. Hahn."


In walked Joe. But...he was wearing a bartender outfit...and holding a tray.


"Joe! Umm, Joe...what are you wearing? More importantly, WHY are you wearing it?"


"Follow me"


Mike got out of his bed and followed Joe out of his room into the living room. Bad, Bad idea.


Everything in his dream was played out in reality.


The End