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

     Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to get this up, I couldn't really think of anything for the first couple of days! Meg, I know you're gonna like this one!! And if you don't, please don't hit me too hard! XD

     I woke up still wrapped in Gerard's arms, but a lot tighter then I remembered. Another thing I didn't remember was going back to the hotel, because right now we were laying in the bed I had claimed in my room.

     Still wondering how we got here, I looked over at the clock. 8:19 am. Wow, I woke up early. Well, early for me anyway.

     "Oh, hi. So how'd you sleep?" Gerard asked while yawning.

     "Great, actually. Hoe'd we get here?" I asked and gave him a good-morning kiss.

     "You fell asleep on the picnic blanket so I put you in the car, drove you here, put you in your bed since I found your room key in your pocket, and passed out next to you before I could go back to my room. I'm surprised you didn't suffocate. I was holding you so tight and you had your head buried in my chest most of the night."

     "You never cease to amaze me," I said, kissing him longer this time.

     "If we're gonna make out, let's do it on the couch cause I don't trust myself in this bed. You're just too irresistable," I said and brought Gerard, who was still attached to my lips, over to the other side of the room. I was so buisy with Gerard that I hadn't noticed that Meg wasn't in the room or that Jade had nearly woken up a few minutes ago.

     Five minutes later there was a knock on the door.

     "Don't get it," Gerard said and immediatly re-attached his lips to mine. Then there was another knock and a bit of yelling from the other side of the door.

     "Come on, you girls have to see this! Jessie, Jade wake up!" said an unpatient Ray.

     "Hold on, I've got a brilliant idea," I whispered. "Take off your shirt."

     "What the hell? I have no idea where this is ging, but ok...Now what?" he asked once it was off.

     "Wow, you should take your shirt off more often. Ok, now go lay down in my bed and use the sheet to cover up your pants. Don't ask questions and Jade, act like you're sleeping."

     "Ok, boss. I'll wait for this to explain itself." she said while rolling over on her side and closing her eyes.

     Once everyone was in their positions, I went over and opened the door but only enough so Ray could just see my head.

     "Good, you're up! Now you and Jade have to     Oh my God!! Gerard's in your bed without    And you're      Holy fuck!" Ray started babbling and ran his fingers through his fro.

     "No, we didn't do that! We're just screwing with you!" I laughed and walked out from behind the door fully clothed, much to the relief of Ray.

     "But what about Gerard? How the hell did he get in here?"

     "We'll explain later but believe me, it's completely innocent. Now what do we have to see?"

     "You're not going to belive this! Actually, you are but come on!!" Gerard, Jade, and I followed a sprinting ray down the hall to the room Frankie was staying in. We opened the door and saw...

     "Holy shit! Somehow I knew this would happen soon," Gerard said. Frankie and Meg were lying in Frankie's bed sleeping, both apparently naked judging by their unclothed shoulders, which was all you could see above the sheets. I just tood there, leaning up against Gerard for support while laughing my ass off.

     "Now that's the Meg I know!" I gasped out.

     "I told you guys you had to see it! Poor Mikey woke up to that and went out to the parking lot cuz he was so disgusted by it. I just think it's funny," Ray said. During all this talking, Frankie had been waking up and was now completely concious.

     "What the fuck are you guys doing?!? God, can't anyone have a personal life?" Frank yelled at us. By now, Meg was up and freaking out also.

     "Uhm, not when you and your girlfriend dicide to have sex ina hotel room you're sharing with two other guys," Gerard replied sarcasticly.

     "I see your point, but where the hell else were we supposed to go? On the street or something?" Meg asked while pulling the covers up to her chin.

     "I don't know but I'm surprised you didn't wake Mikey up at 3 am making strange animal noises or something," Jade told the still naked couple.

     "We're gonna go so you guys can get dressed...PLEASE get dressed," Ray said and closed the door.

     "Well that was interesting...I'm gonna go puke now. See you in a bit..." GErard said and walked off looking quite sick.

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     An hour later, when everyone had dressed and wolfed down breakfast, we all headed toward the tour buses. I saw from over Gerard's shoulder that Sarah and Matt weren't holding hands or kissing or any of the sruff they  normally do when they're around each other. Actually, it looked like they were mad at each other.

     I eased out of Gerard's hug, kissed him quickly, and ran into the Taking Back Sunday bus. I walked over to Adam and sat down beside him.

     "Hey Jessica! What's up?" he asked.

     "Sarah and Matt. Do you know what's wrong with them?'

     "I think they got into a fight, but I don't know what it was about. Usually Matt's not the 'fighting' kindo f guy," Adam said with the use of air quotes.

     "Weird. Sarah only fights when she's provoked." I though out loud.

     "Maybe they'll make up soon. Hopefully they'll make up soon. I don't think I'll be able to put up with a sad Matt on tour."

     "Me either. He's supposed to be the energetic one. The tour and the fans need that...Anyway, thanks for your help!"

     "Anytime Jess!" Adam called after me and waved goodbye.

     I had to sprint over to the MCR bus and got there just before the driver stopped listening to Gerard's frantic screams of, "Wait, goddammit!". When I made it through the doors, the driver shot me an evil glare (that I shot back at him) and I went to sit down next to Gerard.

     "Thanks for stopping the bus! I almost got lefr here!" I told him while swinging my legs onto his lap and leaning against the wall.

     "Do you seriously think I was going to leave my girfriend behind?! Besides, Sarah and Matt were yelling at each other in the parking lot, which was holding us all up."

     "That's what I went to talk to Adam about. He said that they got in a fight before that one. And also that Matt doesn't fight a lot."

     "I know. He's always out doing random things with Adam or Mark and now Sarah. I wonder what's wrong with them?" gErard said and wrapped his arms around me.

     "Me too. What do they even have to fight about anyway? They're living the dream life and surrounded by their friends! I just hate to see them like this...Let's not talk about it anymore." I said, feeling sort of depressed now.

     "Well, what do you suggest we talk about then?"

     "I don't know! Something happier, like...you!" I shouted suddenly, attracting glances from the rest of the band members and their girlfriends.

     "Haha. What about me?" Gerard laughed.

     "Like you're hot, funny, talented, caring, and all around perfect."

     "Aww!" he said and kissed me again. "Now about you! You're sweet, beautiful, tall, also talented, and you have an amazing kiss."

     "That's the best thing I've ever heard! My kisses are really that good?"

     "Yep! They're the best!" he said enthusiasticly and kissed me longer.

     "So are yours! I love you."

     "I love you more."

     I layed my head on his shoulder and enjoyed this moment of GErard holding me close, but in the back of my mind I was still worried about Sarah.

     "I've seen love die way too many times when it deserved to be alive..."- Emergency- Paramore

Ok, so there's this guy that I've known and liked since I was 5, and I don't know what I should do!!! I don't know whether I should make a move or just let it be, and if I should make a move I don't know what kind of move I should make!!!!! I'm also kinda scared to make a move because if I do and he doesn't like me back, then we'll probably lose our friendship!!!!! What should I do?!?!?! I'm deperate!!!!

"Are you ready to get your ass kicked?" Frank asked as we buckled ourselves into the carts.

"By you? Yes!"

"We'll see! And remember, there's still a round two!" I yelled over the roar of the revving engines. We sat there and looked at each other menacingly until the light turned green, at which point we floored it.

Coming around the first turn I was in the lead but Frankie soon overtook me in a straight run. By cheating, of course.

"Ha ha! Who's winning now?" Frankie said as he rammed me into the wall.

"No fair! Ok, you're just asking for it now..." I replied, ramming him back and taking the second turn again in the lead.

"Dammit!" he yelled and came up close behind me. He tried to get ahead, but I kept blocking him without mercy.

"Ha ha. What now, Frank?" I shouted behind my back.

"I do this!" Frankie replied and jerked to the left and back to the right quickly, pulling ahead of me.

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"Damn!" I yelled as I stopped and got out of the cart. "How'd you beat me?"

"Pure, raw skill," Frankie answered, brushing off his shoulders.

"Ok, but now it's time for me to try to get revenge!" I said and sprinted to get back in line.

"Moments like this, you completely forget about him being a celebrity, and he just becomes a person. It's weird how that works..."

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After Frank beat me a second time (even with my best efforts, I still managed to lose), we got back in the car.

"I want ice cream!" Frankie said in a kindergarten voice as we drove down the street.

"Alright, but I'm paying for it."

"Fine with me," he replied, turning up the 80's screamo/protest music that he loves so much. Personally, I hate the stuff but gained a new respect for it on the short ride to Dairy Queen.

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We walked into our apartment after eating our ice cream and went our sperate ways, me to my bedroom to soak in what just happened and Frank to the couch to soak in some Fuse.

I took off my shoes, sprawled onto the bed, and started to think.

"What the hell are the odds of all of this happening? Any other girl would kill to be me..."

Just then, I remembered my promise to call Sara. I made my way to the bathroom (the only place that the call would be completely secret), and after locking the door, pressed speedial #4.

"Hello?" Sara said while sounding like she had been sobbing.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, suddenly forgetting the whole reason why I called.

"Brian and I broke up."

"I'm so sorry! I thought you two would be together forever, or at least longer than that."

"So did I."

"When did he break up with you?"

"About half and hour after we left the go-cart track, which I guess was before you did. (tears) By the way, what did you want to tell me? I need to get my mind off him..."

"I'll tell you when I get there. You really need a friend now. Be there soon," I said and hung up the phone.

"What was all that about?" Frank asked as I opened up the door.

"Uhhmm, nothing. I was in the bathroom and she called me, that's all."

"You bring your phone in the bathroom with you?"

"I forgot to take it out of my pocket. Anyway, I've gotta go help with a crisis," I quickly answered and headed out the door with my keys before Frankie could ask any more questions.

*Sorry for all the skipping around. I might be doing a lot of that considering things haven't gotten really interesting yet*

Do you know what it's like to be addicted?

To be hurt?

To be loved?

To be an outcast?

Do you know what it feels like to be rejected?

To be different?

To be yourself?

To be someone else?

To be a help?

To be a problem?

To be swept away?

To be taken down?

Do you know what it's like to be scared?

To be happy?

To be crazy?

To be sane?

Do you know what it feels like to be accepted?

To be comfortable?

To be a stranger?

To be a friend?

Until you do you will never be a person.

And only when you feel these things

Do you become whole.

The Used Heal Nicely

A few weeks ago I announced that The Used would no longer be performing at the Warped Tour due to singer Bert McCracken's surgery to remove a node from a vocal chord.

Although those Warped Tour dates have come and went, I am pleased to announce that McCracken's operation was a success.   In fact, the band plan to get back on the road in August.

Alternative Press provides the upcoming tour dates for The Used which finds them very busy the next few months:

08/19/07 City Market, Kansas City, MO
09/04/07 The Cinema Club, Pompano Beach, FL
09/08/07 Pensacola Civic Center, Pensacola, FL
09/10/07 Roseland Ballroom, New York, NY
09/11/07 House of Blues, Atlantic City, NJ
09/12/07 Starland Ballroom, Sayreville, NJ
09/13/07 The Palladium, Worcester, MA
09/15/07 State Theatre, Detroit, MI
09/16/07 Riviera Theatre, Chicago, IL
09/17/07 The Pageant, Saint Louis, MO
09/19/07 The Fillmore Auditorium, Denver, CO
09/22/07 Qwest Field Event Center, Seattle, WA
09/24/07 Warfield Theatre, San Francisco, CA
10/06/07 Utah State Fairgrounds, Salt Lake City, UT
10/07/07 Pearl, Las Vegas, NV
10/08/07 The Grove, Anaheim, CA
10/19/07 Burswood Dome, Perth, AUS (Taste Of Chaos Down Under)
10/21/07 Entertainment Centre, Adelaide, AUS (Taste Of Chaos Down Under)
10/23/07 Vodafone Arena, Melbourne, AUS (Taste Of Chaos Down Under)
10/25/07 Entertainment Centre, Sydney, AUS (Taste Of Chaos Down Under)
10/26/07 Entertainment Centre, Brisbane, AUS (Taste Of Chaos Down Under)
10/28/07 St. James, Auckland, NZ (Taste Of Chaos Down Under)
11/01/07 Hatch, Osaka, Japan
11/02/07 Zepp, Nagoya, Japan
11/04/07 Studio Coast, Tokyo, Japan
11/07/07 O13, Tilburg, Netherlands
11/08/07 Den Atelier, Luxembourg
11/09/07 AB, Brussels, Belgium
11/11/07 Gasometer, Vienna, Austria
11/12/07 Palladium, Cologne, Germany
11/13/07 E Werk, Saarbrucken, Germany
11/15/07 Zenith, Munich, Germany
11/16/07 LIVE, Milan, Italy
11/17/07 Z7, Basel, Switzerland
11/19/07 Guildhall, Portsmouth, UK
11/21/07 Academy, Birmingham, UK
11/22/07 Cardiff Arena, Cardiff, UK
11/23/07 Academy, Newcastle, UK
11/24/07 Academy, Glasgow, UK
11/25/07 Leeds, UK, University Leeds, UK
11/27/07 Apollo, Manchester, UK
11/28/07 Academy, Brixton, UK

Author's Note: Ok, so the deal with my character in this is that I play myself out to be a bit more fangirlish than I actually am, just so you guys know. Sorry for mistakes!!!

I followed Frankie out to his car and climbed into the passengers' seat. In honor of the shirt he was wearing, he popped in the I Am Ghost CD, flashed me a killer smile, and started the car. We both sang along to "Our Friend Lazarus Sleeps" as we entered the highway.

"You have a great voice! Are you in a band or anything?" Frankie yelled over the almost deafening music.

"No. I'm just quietly awesome." I was surprised that I could make jokes while I was sitting in Frank Iero's car.

Frank burst out laughing, some of the most cute laughter I had ever heard, and the regained control of himself. "That was good. Ok, so what are some of your favorite bands?"

It sort of seemed to me like he was just asking questions since he was bored, but he had this confusing look in hes eyes like he really cared about the answer.

"Well, I like 30 Seconds to Mars, AFI, you guys of course, and Taking Back Sunday. But then I also like some metal and screamo stuff, as you can probably tell by the shirt you're wearing." Oh. My. God. Frank was wearing my shirt. I'm definately not washing that again. "What about you?"

"Hhmm..." Frank said while stroking his chin and looking thoughtful. "I like stuff like Black Flag, American Nightmare, The Bouncing Souls, and The Beastie Boys. And then there's I Am Ghost, my little musical outcast. Ha ha, I'm mean!"

"You're gorgeous..." I thought.

"Maybe I was wrong about this girl..."

My (and Frank's) thoughts were interrupted as we pulled into the parking lot. Frankie jumped out, keeping his head low, with me following close behind.

"Here," Frankie said, pushing $20 into my hand. "This should pay for two rides each."

"You don't have to pay for mine," I told him.

"No, it's okay. Really! I'll be lurking back behind that building when you're done." Frankie walked over to his designated area while I waited in line to buy the tickets.

"Why did he do that? Hhmm...Musicians are the weirdest people."

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I was walking back to Frankie, tickets in hand, when I was tackled by my friend, Sara.

"Oof...What the hell?!?" I said as we both fell over.

"Hi!" she replied enthusiasticly.

"Ha ha. Over-excited much?"

"A bit. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here with my...uhh...friend. Listen, I've got someting really important to tell you," I whispered.

"Well I'm standing right here. What is it?"

"I can't tell you here cuz you'll get really jumpy and screamy and then it wouldn't be a secret anymore. Just call me when you get home."

"Alright, but this better be good. I've gotta go now but nice seeing you...and jumping on you! Bye!" Sara said and ran back to where her boyfriend, Brian was sitting and waiting for her.

"It must be nice to have a guy that loves you like that..."

My last boyfriend, Trent, had been cheating on me for the last 2 months of our 6 month long relationship. I had loved him so much and it seemed like he had loved me in the same way, then he went and stabbed my back. But that was last year. I had to let it go.

"Where've you been?" Frankie asked when I finally got to him.

"I had to go to the bathroom," I lied. I figured if he knew that I had met one of my friends here that he wouldn't let me tell them about living with him, so I decided to keep it a secret for now.

"Well you're here now so let's go race!" Frank yelled, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me along after him at sprinting pace.

"Please don't let go..."

Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long to get this out!! I just realized that I can't type the first copy of my stories but must hand write them or I get EXTREME writer's block. I don't know why...And also I need you to know that this wasn't just my idea. My friend Sarah (mikeythemagicalway) and I thought of it and it was originally a role play thingy. She's gonna post a version of it on her page, so make sure to check that out also if you like this one because they won't be exactly the same. I changed A LOT in my version! Enjoy!!!

    Author's Note: Sara (xafixisxlovex37), thank you SO MUCH for helping me through my not-so-brief stage of writer's block and giving me the main ideas for this chapter!!! Enjoy and sorry for any mistakes!!!

     Gerard and I walked out of the hospital and into the rental car he had gotten while I was in surgery.

     After the kiss, which had turned into a bit of a make-out session, Gerard had fallen asleep in my arms. He was the sweetest thing to watch sleep. So peaceful and quiet, just laying there completely still and...perfect. Just like I'd always known he was.

     "When we get back to the room you can rest and I'll watch movies with you or whatever you want," Gerard said as we got on the highway.

     "Gerard, I'm not going to ruin your last night in Canada! We're gonna go somewhere tonight."

     "But the doctor said you should get some rest. I don't want you wearing yourself out," he protested.

     "I know you're trying to do what's best for me hun, but I'm not gonna make you sit around bored all night! I'm serious, I'll be fine," I said and kissed him on the cheek.

     "Alright. We'll go back to the hotel first though, and decide where to go from there. Just to let you know, I would've been completely happy watching movies with you!"

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     We left the hotel an hour later heading for, ironicly, the movie theater. Gerard and I both really wanted to see 1408, which was supposed to be awesome.

     We pulled into the parking lot and ran inside to get tickets. Of course Gerard had to wear a "diguise" so as not to be mobbed by adoring fans.

     Heading for a rather empty spot in the theater, I sat down while Gerard took off his coat and hat. When he was done, instead of sitting in the seat next to me like a normal person, he decided to sit on my lap.

     "Ha ha! You're gonna stay like this through the whole movie aren't you?" I asked him.

     "That's what I'm planning on!" he said back happily.

     "Whatever. I'm not complaining," I told him as he shifted to a comfortable position and laid his head on my shoulder.

     We had about 40 minutes to wait before the movie started (we got there early so the theater would be empty when we walked in) and there was no one ther yet, so we did the natural thing to do in this situation. Yes, I mean we played tag in the giant room.

     We continued the game for a half hour before we were kicked out for "not respecting other guests". Yeah, right! The other people actually found the game quite funny and entertaining, but that was the mistake of the management.

     "So we didn't get to actually see the movie, but that was awesome!" Gerard yelled once we were in the parking lot.

     "Hell yeah, it was! What are we supposed to do now, though?" I asked.

     "I dunno...Wait, I've got the perfect idea! Come on!" He grabbed my uninjured hand and we sprinted over to the car and drove away.

     "Where are we going?" Asking many questions is one of my more developed talents.

     "You'll see soon enough! Just try to be patient." If it was possible to give orders and look cute at the same time, Gerard was doing a great job.

     "Ok, I'll try. But only because I can't say no to that face," I told him, kissing his cheek.

     "If this face gets me kisses and agreed with, I'll make it more often!"

     "Yeah. See how it works on Frank. He'll probably go all 'Frerard' on you!"

     "Frerard?!? That's a new one!" Gerard starting laughing his ass off so hard that I had to grab the wheel to avoid getting us killed.

     After he had recovered and taken back control of the car, I asked, "Are you alright or did you just have a seizure? Do I need to call an ambulence?"

     "No, no. I'm fine. I've just never heard that before and it's the funniest shit in the world!" he said while wiping tears from his gorgeous brown eyes.

     "Ha ha. Then you should look it up on PhotoBucket."

     "Maybe I'll try that. Oh, here we are!" Gerard said as we pulled into the parking lot of none other than Wal-Mart. "You stay here and I'll be back in a little bit!" He gave me a quick kiss as a parting gift and headed inside.

     "Great! What am I supposed to do now?" I asked myself, then spotted the keys still dangling from the ignition.

     I climbed over into the drivers' seat and started the car. First, I cranked up the radio as loud as it could go, then pulled out of the parking space and started to drive randomly around the lot. I zig-zagged in between cars and street lights until I got bored with it and drove back into the original parking space that I had marked with a row of shopping carts, just as Gerard was coming out of the store.

     "What were you doing?" he asked accusingly as I turned down the volume.

     "Oh, nothing. What all did you get?" I said, eyeing the nearly full cart he had brought with him to the car.

     "Enough. Now I still want you to stay here while I put this crap in the trunk and then we can go." He went around to the back of the car and I turne the music back up since "The Missing Frame" by AFI was now playing.

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     Almost an hour later, we drove up to an empty field somewhere in what looked like Canadian farmland. The sky was uncorrupted since there weren't any streetlamps or tall buildings for miles and I started to wonder how Gerard had found this place.

     "Where are we?" I asked.

     "I dunno, now get out," Gerard said as he turned off the car and went around to the trunk again. I followed and he handed me a rather large blanket.

     "Take this and go find a spot out on the field to put it down on and stay there until I come."

     "Ok. I trust that you know what you're doing so I guess I'll just follow orders."

     That's what I like to hear. Now march!...Please."

     I kissed him one last time and headed out to find the "perfect" place to lay this thing down at. I walked around in the foot high grass until I gound a great spot right under a huge cluster of stars and sat down to await Gerard's return to me. I didn't have to wait for very long as for 2 minutes later he came carrying a giant basket.

     "Awesome place," he said and sat down cross-legged with the basket in his lap.

     "Nice. A picnic at 10:30. I love it!" Gerard set the backet off to the side and started unloading everything from ham to pink paper cups onto the middle of the blanket.

     "So what exactly gave you this wonderful idea?" I asked while making a sandwich.

     "Well 1) I was hungry and 2) it was something we could do together that's romantic and fun at the same time," he answered, pouring himself some water since we didn't have any Starbucks.

     The conversation continued while we ate and when we were done I laid down in Gerard's arms and looked up into the sky.

     "This is the most perfect thing I could ever ask for," I said.

     "I know. God, I just wish this would never end."

     "Me too. Being here with you...It just feels like I could stay like this forever. I love you, Gerard. You're perfect."

     "So are you," he said and kissed my forehead. "I love you so much..."

     "And all my wishes have finally come true..." - HIM- Right Here In My Arms

Why do people mean more than they say?

Why am I the way I am?

Why are we hit with situations that only make us sad if God loves us all?

Why are emos not considered "normal people"?

Why is there a label of  "normal people" if no one falls into that category?

Why am I crying?

Why am I happy?

Where is this life leading?

Who are my real friends?

If you just read this, you are one of my real friends and therefore I am forever in your debt...

     Author's Note: Woot!! Chapter 13, the best one ever!!! Ok, maybe not but I can dream right? I'm actually surprised I made it thus far but thanx to all of your inspiration and encouragement I feel like I could continue on forever. I love you all, enjoy, and really sorry for any mistakes my lazy fingers make!!

     The ambulence ride was actually kinda fun, besides the EMTs screaming at Gerard to sit down because he kept coming over to my side. Of course I was laying on a stretcher with an emergency medical tech on either side, trying to fix my arm so I didn't have to hold it together which I have to say, was very painful.

     "Shit, that hurts!" I kept yelling at them and each time they would take all the cloth off my arm and try something different. That is, until I yanked my arm away and refused to let them touch it.

     After a 5 minute ride, I was being rushed into the ER and stuck in a room while the doctor "educated" himself with the story of what hapened, supplied by Gerard. Then a nurse came in and took me to get x-rays, after which I was shoved back into the room, except for now Gerard was there.

     "How did the x-ray process go?" he asked once I was settled in.

     "Hurt like hell. It was kinda funny though cuz the nurse told me to let go of my arm and it just sorta collapsed."

     "I'm so sorry. Why the fuck did I do that? Here, slap me with this," he said as he took a magazine from a rack and rolled it up.

     "I'm not gonna smack you! Sure, you screwed up my arm pretty bad but I love you and nothing could make me love you less."

     "I love you too, babe. Thanks for that, it made me feel a lot better."

     "Well I'm laying in a bed, bored to tears and yet I'm not allowed to leave. Clearing you conscience is, like, the only thing to do."

     Right then, the doctor came through the door and explained that I would have to go to surgery immediatly and that it would take about 8 hours until I could leave the hospital. At first, the doctor said I would have to spend the night but (much to Gerard's disapproval) I convinced him to let me go so we could make the next concert on the tour, which was in the US the next day. That wasn't the only thing that did it, though. I also had to assure him that MCR had a trained medical staff that would see that my arm was being taken care of.

     Gerard kissed me goodbye, apologized for the 27th time (the other 24 times were on the ambulence) and left for the hotel, probably to tell everybody what happened.

     After he was gone, I was wheeled out of the room, down a hall and into the OR where I was knocked out and cut open.

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     I woke up with Gerard, Meg, Jade, Frankie Jade (Puget), Sarah, Matt, Jenna, Davey, and Zacky standing or sitting randomly in the room.

     "How did all of you fit in here?" I asked, much to the surprise of everyone else.

     "You were asleep so long that I thought they killed you," Jade said.

     "Who knows? Maybe I died in the middle of surgery and they brought me back or something. How long have you all been here?"

     "About 2 1/2 hours. Here, I brought you flowers," Gerard said and pointed to a table on my right. On top of the table was a huge black vase filled with red and purple flowers.

     "Those are beautiful! Now I'm starting to think I am dead." I sat up in bed and examined the cast on my arm.

     "You have 2 plates and 11 screws in that thing. I don't know how you're going to make it through airport security ever again." Meg never seems to fail at making me laugh, even when I'm in pain.

     "When do I get to leave? Hospitals are so boring..." Frankie mumbled.

     "Way to make me feel better," I told him.

     "In another hour or two we're all leaving," Gerard answered.

     "Thank God! Claustrophobia's setting in," Zacky cried. Usually the quiet type, I gasped at the fact that Zacky was speaking.

     "Wow. For sure I must be dead now. I don't wanna keep you guys here if you don't want to be, so you can go ahead and leave. I've caused enough trouble and delays already, I don't want all my friends mad and crammed into one small room. Maybe it's a good thing we're in a hospital..." My voice trailed off into the not so deep depths of the cold room as I said goodbye to everyone except Gerard. I wasn't mad at them for leaving, I just wanted them to enjoy the time they had left in Canada.

     "Are you sure you're alright? I mean, you just had to have surgery! How could I...I...I'm deeply, truely sorry for this, Jessica. I really am."

     "Gerard, stop beating yourself up about it! I told you, it's not your fault and even if it was, I wouldn't care. I know you never meant for it to happen. I love you, and that's all that matters. Not my arm, not the pain, not anything. Just you." Gerard came over to my bed and climbed in next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me the longest and filled with the most love than he had ever kissed me before, and I felt like I belonged there.

     "I mean this! FOREVER!..."- My Chemical Romance- Demolition Lovers

     At the mention of golf carts, the whole of Taking Back Sunday jumped up and started screaming like teenage girls. I knew that was an automatic "yes" right from the beginning.

     "Ok, so how bout we actually go golfing first, then steal the keys from the carts," I said.

     "They're universal!" Matt screamed, which arose laughter from the rest of us.

     "That one's actually true," Adam Lazzara added.

     "Exactly. And since our friends have experience in kidnapping glof carts, they're going to be the first ones to take the keys and they're going to advise the rest of us." Gerard was being "in-charge" again.

     "Whatever, as long as we don't get caught," Mark agreed.

     "Of course we're not gonna be caught. We have experience," Fred told us.

     "Ok, so what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go!" I shouted and ran out the door with the keys to a van.

     We left the lobby together in a shapeless blob and randomly climbedin the vehicles. I told the driver of the vans to follow me since I was the only one who knew where a glof course was, but only because I'd been to Canada before.

     It was a 40 minute dive which was made up of random couples making out and Gerard poking and tickling me while I was trying to drive. God, he knows how to cause a wreck. The closest we came to on thougn, was when we drifted into the opposite lane because I let go of the wheel to slap Gerard's hand away.

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     After being cussed out for nearly killing people, paying, and seperating into groups, we headed away from the main building and onto the grass. Gerard wouldn't let me drive afer what just happened, but he was driving crazy.

     "You yell at me for putting your life in danger in a car that has seatbelts and airbags, but you're driving like a maniac in a golf cart? How the hell does that work out?" I asked him with difficulty, as I was being thrown around by sharp turns and uneven ground.

     "I don't know, it just does. And besides, I haven't gotten a chance to try and kill us yet," Gerard replied, smiling.

     "I guess that's good enough. Just don't flip us on purpose. I want to at least make it to 30." We were playing in teams of 2 (there were 25 of us but M., Johnny, and Jimmy decided not to come" which meant that there were 11 teams. Gerard and I were last so we had a lot of time to do nothing while everyone else golfed. We decided to pass this time by talking, randomly driving around, and screaming at people right before they hit which pissed some people off pretty bad considering we didn't know them.

     When it was finally our turn, I grabbed a club from the set we rented and walked up to the tee-off spot (tee-off=starting place).

     "You do know how to play, right?" I asked Gerard while putting the ball on the tee I had stuck in the ground.

     "Yeah, I know how to play but I suck," he replied.

     "Well, we're playing the ball that gets hit the farthest so you don't have to worry cuz I don't suck."

     "Oh really? Let's see you hit then," he said, obviously proposing a challenge.

     "Fine," I said and took aim. I pulled the club back, swung it forward       and missed.

     "Shit!" I yelled as Gerard fell over, laughing. "It's not that funny! Come on!" I prodded him with the club and continued to do so until he got up.

     "Ok, ok. Try again. Just please hit it this time," he said, wiping at his now watery eyes.

     I took aim again, pulled back, and actually hit the golf ball. I watched as it traveled about 200 yards, then hit the ground and stopped.

     "Now see, I would've been pretty damn impressed if you would've done that the first time."

     "So you're not impressed now?" I asked, shifting my weight over to one foot.

     "No, I am. It just would've been better if you hadn't screwed up, that's all."

     "I know. Let's see how good you are though, before you start to claim bragging rights."

     Gerard came over and took the club, then gave me  kiss as if to apologize but I knew he wasn't going to. He put the ball on the tee, looked back at me sarcasticly, and swung.

     "Oh my God," I said after I had finished watching it fly.

     "So how bad was it?" he asked.

     "That. Was. Awesome." I could barely get the words out. With Gerard's busy lifestyle, I figured he didn't have time to get good at stuff like this. I, on the other hand, had almost all the time in the world, until recently.

     "Well, what are you standing there for? Let's go," Gerard said, breaking my chain of thought and forcing me into the cart.

     We went off to collect the ball I hit, as his went farther. Gerard stopped almost on top of the golf ball so I had to get out to retrieve it.

     "Nice parking," I told him. "Yours is over there." I sort of dreaded going "over there" because "over there" was past a couple smallish hills. I braced myself to jump out of the small vehicle as Gerard floored it.

     We hit the first of the hills with amazing speed and on the second one the cart flew into the air (of course with Gerard screaming in joy next to me). We took a rough landing and instead of jumping out, I fell out      right onto my arm.

     "Fuck," I yelled as Gerard slammed on the brake and ran over to the spot on the ground where I was laying.

     "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He sat me up and tried to look at my arm but I pulled it away, not out of meany-ness but of pain.

     "I think it's broken," I answered, removing my hand so he could see my arm bent in half somewhere between my wrist and elbow.

     "Shit! We have to get to a hospital!" The only place to go was back to the main building, which meant getting back into the machine that had killed me. We both got in, but I stopped Gerard from driving away.

     "No way! You are not driving back!" I protested.

     "But your fucking arm is broken, you can't drive!" he screamed back.

     "I'm not letting you drive," I said and got out of the deathtrap.

     "You're ridiculous! This is stupid!" Gerard went on as he scooted over to the passenger side.

     "Thank you! Now don't let my arm move off my lap cuz if it does I might pass out from pain." We drove away with me steering one-handed and I cringed everytime we hit a bump. My arm hurt like hell but I wasn't going to let him drive, seeing as he might end up breaking a leg. Really, it was for his own good.

     I pulled up to the building and tried to get out, but Gerard held me back.

     "You stay here. I'll go inside and get the guy to call the ambulence. I'm so sorry."

     "Don't be, it was just an accident." I would've been more convincing if I hadn't have been saying that through clenched teeth. I watched as he ran inside and tried to position my arm in a way tha somehow would make it stop hurting so damn much, but in finding no such luck chose to just leave it alone.

     "Ok, so the ambulence is coming," Gerard said as he came back out and sat next to me. "I am so sorry. This is all my fault." He tried to hug me but stopped when he realized it caused me pain and just resorted to giving me a kiss.

     "It's alright, even though it was sorta your fault...I'm just kidding!" I quickly added after seeing the guilty look on his face. "Hey, here it is. The emergency services are faster here." I got out of the cart as the amblence pulled up and the EMTs got out.

     I was rushed in (with Gerard not far behind) and we sped off in the direction of the hospital.

     "Get ready for the impact. I promise you won't feel a thing tonight..."- Aiden- Unbreakable (I.J.M.A.) This is not true for this chapter, though.