ETF, ISMFOF, and SIL on Warped Tour this year!!!

This is the fourth chapter of this story I've posted tonight, so if you read it you might wanna read the other three chapters first. Just to let you all know. Thanks again and PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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||*|| Jessica's POV ||*||

"Thank all of you for everything! This was the most fun I've had in so long," I said after I had paid and we were exiting the restauraunt.

"No problem!" Matt replied.

"Seriously! We had as much fun as you did. Especially Jared," Shannon said and nudged his younger brother, who turned a light shade of red.

"Shutup Shannon!" Jared yelled and punched Shannon in the arm.

"You two must never get tired or something. But I do and I still have to drive Tomo home, so I'll see you all later," I told them and walked with Tomo to my car. I waved at them and got in.

For the first couple minutes of the drive, I was silent, going ober the events of the evening.

"Now what's wrong with you?" Tomo asked, pulling me from my head and back to reality.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how fun being sociable is sometimes, that's all. Why do you think something's the matter when I'm quiet for a while?" I answered.

"Because usually when I'm with you, you don't shutup," Tomo laughed.

"I don't, do I? Haha! I guess it's also because I'm tired."

"Uhmm...You wanna do something with me tomorrow? Well, I guess tomorrow's technically today, but you get my point?"

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I looked at his expression. Was it...hopeful?

"I dunno. Maybe we could...go to the theater?"

"Awesome! What movie?" I was happy to get away from all the excitement that was today.

"Whatever you wanna see," Tomo said, obviously as excited as I was. He'd never been this hesitant and nerbous before. Weird.

"I don't care. We could just walk in at a random time tomorrow and see what's playing."

"Sounds fun! So what time should I pick you up? Yes, I'm driving," he added.

"Fine. How bout like 5-ish. Then we could do dinner after." Tomo and I had dinner all the time, nothing special considering he's my best friend.

"That's cool. Well, see you then!" he said as we pulled up to his house and he got out.

"Alright, bye!" I yelled back, as he was alreadyhalfway up his sidewalk. I drove away, thinking about how strangely Tomo was acting.

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I walked through the door, only to be met y my mom stading by the stairs, glaring at me.

"Where the hell have you been?! It's 3 in the morning!" she yelled and I just stood where I was, glaring back at her with all my for her showing through my eyes.

"Why do you care? You haven't given a shit about me since Lindsay died!" I shouted back, enraged as the memories of how she treated and continues to treat me came flooding back all at once.

"You know I don't wanna talk about it and that it was all your fault! You're the one that introduced her to all that fucking emo music! It's your fault she was unhappy! It's your fault that she killed herself!!!!" That was too much, and I had nothing to say. I just looked at her, tears forming and finally exploding onto my cheeks. But she looked back, not caring what she had done to me just now, not caring about her hatred for me filling the air around us.

I pushed past her and ran up to my room. I locked the door and walked over to the balcony, sobbing now. What would happen if I jumped? Who would care? No one, that's wo. I'm on the second story and if I'm lucky I'll land on my neck.

Of I could just try the pills again. It would've worked the first time fi Tomo hadn't found me...Tomo. How would he take it if I was gone? Would he be said? Relieved? I'm pretty sure he cares about me. But that would make him the only one.

By this time, I'd calmed myself down and was sitting with my legs dangling betweenthe balcony bars. Usually when i think about suicide, tiget me father away from actually trying it. Kind of aweird, but good I guess.

"If anything, I'll stay alive for Tomo," I said out loud, even though no one could hear me.

"Who's Tomo?" I heard from below me.

"Holy fuck! Who's there?" I screamed and got up to look for the mystery person.

"Just me, Trey. You know, you're neighbor?" he said, emerging from the shadows.

"What were you doing sitting outside your house at 3 am?" I asked, calming down a bit but still kind of afraid.

"I couldn't sleep and I felt like going outside for awhile. What are you doing sitting on you balcony at 3 am, mumbling about this Tomo dude?"

"I just got home and I came out here to think. And Tomo's my best friend. Why the hell am I telling you all this? I just met you!" The last part was more to myself than to Trey, but there goes the thinking aloud again.

"Don't ask me! And you haven't met me cuz I just moved in today. By the way, what's your name?" he asked.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Jessica. I would shake your hand or something, ut there's a bit of a distance between us."

"I could fix that. But only if you want," Trey offered.

"How would you do that?" I was a bit confused now.

"Uhmm, there's a huge tree right beside your balcony."

"Oh, that. Uh, sure. Why not?" I said and wathced him climb the thick branches skillfully. "Wow, you're good at that," I said when he was standing next to me. In the light from my bedroom, I could see his features. He was goregeous! Dark brown, shaggy hair, piercing green eyes, tall, around my age, and best of all, not preppy.

He had on a tight Silverstein shirt, black skinny jeans, and Etnies.

"See, that wasn't that hard. Nice to meet you," he said and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"Erm, nice to meet you too." I took his hand and tried not to stare.

"So, what were you thinking about when you started talking to yourself?"

"It was nothing. Just...stuff. I realy don't wanna talk about it, if you don't mind," I answered, going back to the old routine of locking myself up on the inside.

"No, that's fine. What do you wanna talk about? I didn't climb that fucking tree in these pants  just to stand here, you know," he joked. His smile was even more stunning than his regular face, if that was possible.

"Haha! How about music?" I asked, motioning for him to sit down, as I was going to.

"Sure. What are you favorite bands? Someone that dresses like that can't like gangsta rap, right?" He's funny too. Definately a bonus, but like he needed one.

"Well, I just went to an MCR concert tonight. But I also like Hawhtorne Heights, Silverstein (I pointed  at his shirt), Aiden, AFI, Fall Out Boy. Lot's of genres of rock. What about you?"

"Basically the same. How was the concert? Are they as good live as people they are?" Trey asked.

"Better. The whole atmosphere is electric. But you have to be in the crowd for that. Seats are for pansies and old people," I laughed.

"Haha! Very true. Any Frerard action?"

"Yeah, there was the famous Freard mic-kiss. But why do you wanna know?" I asked him because that question had caught me completely off guard.

"Cuz Gerard and Frank make a cute couple. And before you ask, I'm not gay. I'm bi. There's a difference."

"Oh, ok." I laughed for awhile, only to be joined by Trey. Everything about him was perfect. His laugh, his smile, his looks, what I knew of his personality.

WE talked until the sun came up, at which point we watched it. Another great thing about him is that he didn't try to make any moves on me. He just sat there listening to what I said and explaining about himself whenever I'd stopped talking.

"Oh my god! It's eight in the morning! It's been really nice talking to you and all, but I gotta sleep," Trey said, getting up and starting down the tree again.

"Ok, me too. I'll see you later then!" I replied, watching him as he reached the ground, waved, and walked into his house.

"Holy Jesus...I think I love him," I spoke softly to myself when I was sure no one was listening.