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

This chapter has a really sucky title, but it's the best I could think of at 1:30 am. Haha, anywayz, please comment and I hope you like it!!!!

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*Jessica's POV*

"I'll get it!" I yelled as I ran towards thesource of the doorbell.

"No, I want to!!" Frank protested and raced me to the door. "They're my friends!"

"That means you see them like, everyday! I've never...met them!" I struggled to say as we reached the door and Frankie put me in a headlock.

"Hey guys! Come on...in!" Frank said while trying to stop me from bringing him down.

"Are we interrupting anything?" Gerard asked while looking strangely at us.

"Yeah, cuz we can come back later," Mikey agreed.

"Or we could come back never!" Ray added, which earned him an elbow in the stomach by Bob. "Ow! I'm just kidding, geez."

"Haha! No, we were just fighting over the door answering...Frank, would you let go of me?! I stopped resisting a long time ago!" I screamed and looked up at him the best I could with him still holding my head under his arm.

"Oh yeah, sorry," he apologized and let go. "You guys wanna come in now?"

"You mean we're allowed to come in? Damn, and here I was looking forward to eating out in the hall," Gerard joked while snapping his fingers and finally stepping inside.

"What are we even eating?" Bob asked.

"Vegetarian spaghetti. You better like it cuz me and Jessica made the sauce ourselves!" Frank yelled once everyone was inside.

"Yeah, hopefully you didn't get too much blood in it." I joked.

"What? Isn't that like a health hazard or something?" Ray questioned.

"Yeah, but we're not professional chefs. So it's ok," I replied.

"Just forget she said anything," Frank covered and made everyone except me and himself sit down at the table.

"Salad's first." Frank walked into the kitchen and came back with the huge bowl of green we had prepared earlier.

"Help yourselves, I'll be right back," I said and walked into the bathroom.

"I have My Chemical Romance in my apartment! I think I might just die right now! Ok, calm down and don't act like a complete ditz."

I checked my carefully applied makeup and walked back to the table where everyone was talking or eating, some at the same time.

I sat down quietly and served myself a small bowl of salad, but didn't remain quiet for long.

"So you're the famous Jessica," Gerard said to me.

"I'm not so sure about famous, but yeah. And you're the literally famous Gerard Way." I shot a glance at Frankie, who refused to make eye contact.

"Haha, yep. That'd be me. You probably know who all of us are, right?"

"Me and thousands more important than me."

"I don't exactly know what to say to that," he replied laughing.

"Sorry, I'm acting stupid. And I'm a conversation killer."

"That's fine. Just calm down, I'm no one to freak over and neither is Fro Man over there." He pointed to Ray other end of the table where Ray was talking through a mouthful of salad.

I started laughing so hard that I had to put my head down on the table to recover.

"See? Are you more confortable now?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah, thanks."

"You're welcome. So what do you like to do, hobby wise?"

"Uh...I read, write, listen to music, cook. I don't have a lot oftime for hobbies in between school and work," I explained.

"I understand. We haven't been touring a whole lot, but there's not a lot of free time during that. Except for the road time, which is mainly spen sleeping."

"Touring sounds like fun."

"Most of the time it is, but it gets old, ya know? It's like you never have time to be a real person," he said, being rather serious and open with me like he'd known me forever.

"I can see how you feel like that. Oh, sorry. I gotta go get the rest of the food. Be right back." I grabbed Frank and pulled him into the kitchen with me.

"Ow, what?!" he yelled.

"Sorry. I need help carrying all this in there," I apologized.

"You could've asked nicely instead of bruising my arm! Geez..." He grabbed two pots of side dishes and walked back into the dining room before i could ask him about what Gerard had said.

"Whatever, I'll just leave it."

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

"That was amazing!" I exclaimed while climbing back into the middle seat after the concert. "It was too bad the venue was too big for meet-and-greet after."

"True, but hellz yeah that was amazing!! What was your favorite part Tomo?" Matt asked, sitting next to me.

"Uhh, probably when Gerard fell down during 'House of Wolves'. That was pretty funny. What about you Jess?" Tomo answered.

"Definately the Frerard action. Gerard and Frank are hot as it is, but together they make me wanna pass out."

"Wow. Fangirl moment!" Tomo said in a high-pitched girly voice.

"I am not a fangirl!" I crossed my arms over my chest and stuck out my bottom lip in a pouty face.

"Aww! See what you did? She hates you now!" Jared laughed.

"I don't hate him, I just don't like him....I'm kidding!" I quickly covered when I saw the mock-hurt look on his face.

"I want a hug!" Tomo protested.

"Ok. Everything's better now, right?" I asked while leaning forward and wrapping my arms around him.

"Yeah, we're friends again."

"Now, are you completely and absolutely positive you're not together?" Matt asked again.

"Yes!" Tomo and I shot back in unision while I let go of him and leaned back in my seat.

||*|| Jared's POV ||*||

If Tomo knows I like Jessica, then why is he hugging her like that in front of me? Is he trying to make me jealous? He better not be, dammit!

"What are some more of your favorite bands? You've told me a couple of them, you just haven't gone through a whole list," I asked Jessica.

"You know, you've been asking questions about me all night! I can't be that interesting. Let's hear some things about you, Jared," she said, her voice full of wit.

"You're right. So what do you want to know?"

"I dunno. Just start from the top and I'll ask questions if I think of any."

"Fair enough. My name's Jared Joeseph Leto. I'm 16 and my birthday's December 26. I play guitar and bass. I    "

"You do?" she cut in.

"Yeah. Guitar since I was ten and bass since I was 13."

"Awesome! Are you any good?" Perfect opportunity to get her to spend time with me!

"I'm not authorized to make that decision. Only you are."

"Well, I'll have to come and hear you sometime."

"How about now?" I asked.

"What?" She looked a bit confused.

"I said, how about now? Is that ok with the rest of you guys?" I said while turning to look at Tomo in particular, who was the last to reply.

"Uhmm...I dunno," he said.

"Come on! Everyone else said yes!" I protested while shooting him a glance that said, "I'm not gonna try anything with her.".

"Oh...I...Alright, I'll go." He sent a, "You better not even think about it," look.

"Ok, so it's settled! Shannon, on to our humble abode!" I turned back to Jessica, who was staring out the window. "Do you have to be home at a certain time?" I asked, apparently breaking her train of thought.

"No. It's Friday anyway. It doesn't matter to my parents how late I stay out," she said, her mind still seeming a bit faraway.

"Great. Tomo, can you turn on the radio?"

"Yep," he replied and turned on our favorite Alternative Rock station, 105.7 The Point.

"Nothing's on. Did anyone bring an iPod?" Matt asked us.

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

"I have mine, if you want," I answered while digging for it in my purse. "Here." I handed Chaos, (which was my name of choice for it) up to Tomo, who plugged it in and turned it on.

"Just put it on shuffle."

"That works," he said and "On A Friday" by Blaqk Audio started blasting through the speakers.

"Do you guys like Blaqk Audio? If not, just turn it," I offered.

"I've never heard them," Shannon replied.

"Their CD just came out Tuesday," Jared said.

"So you like them?" I was shocked.

"Cex Cells is a really great album."

"Wow. You don't come across as an Electronic fan," I gasped.

"I'm usually not, but Blaqk Audio is an exception."

"Good choice for an exception." Maybe I underestimated Jared.

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"God! Jared's spending an ass-load of time with Jessica!" I whispered to Shannon as we stood in line, waiting for the doors to open.

"He likes her, that's why." Shannon whispered back.

"He hasn't told me that."

"He hasn't told me either, but I'm his big brother. It's just one of those things I just know."

"Yeah, well she apparently doens't feel the same," I laughed, watching Jared's desperate attempt at getting in her head.

"He'll probably have to go to Tomo to find out anything about her. Or get her drunk," Shannon joked and we both started laughing louder than anyone had expected.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Jared asked. He obviously hadn't noticed us talking.

"Shannon just almost fell over," I covered. It's probably best not to let Jess or Tomo know Jared likes her, as if they don't already.

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

"I'm sitting down," I said to no one in particular.

"But we've only been standing for half an hour," Jared replied.

"We're going to be standing the whole show anyway. I might as well rest my feet now." I carefully sat down on the concrete, making sure my skirt didn't go up and make me flash someone my underwear.

"I'll sit with you," Tomo said and sat down on my lap.

"Now when you said 'with me', I didn't think you meant 'on me'," I laughed.

"What, you want me to get off?"

"That's alright. I have strong legs," I replied and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Are you sure you guys aren't dating?" Matt asked.

"No! We're more like brother and sister," Tomo yelled back defensively. Just then he decided to lean back, causing me to be laying on the sidewalk with him on top of me.

"Hey Tomo?"

"Yeah?"

"You're on top of me," I said sarcasticly.

"And?"

"Your hair's in my mouth."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"This!" I yelled and rolled over so now I was on top of him. It was a good thing my skirt was made of heavy material and stayed put.

"You just made me eat concrete!" he protested.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I said mockingly, making the guys laugh harder than was humanly possible.

"You're heavy."

"Am not! Not as heavy as you, anyway."

"How much do you weigh, then?"

"If I was sane, I would kill you for asking that. 118 pounds and I'm 5'7". How much do you weigh?" I shot back the question adn adjusted to a more confortable position while still laying on him.

"I'm 147 and 5'11". All muscle, babe!"

"Haha! You're ever so modest!...I'm gonna get off you now," I told him and rolled back onto the ground, then stood up as the doors were opening.

"Well that was strange," Jared informed me.

"Yeah. I'm weird like that sometimes," I answered and put on a huge fake grin that he laughed at.

"Not funny, but ok," I said while walking through the doors to get my hand stamped and proceeded to the floor area.

"We have an awesome view!" Shannon shouted.

"Yeah, it is pretty great. Almost as good as being up there," I agreed.

"You know what that feels like?" Matt asked.

"No. I cant even begin to imagine." I stared longingly up at the huge stage right in front of me.

"What's your middle name?" I was broken out of my trance by Jared.

"That was the most randomest question ever! It's Marie."

"I know it was. Marie is a pretty name."

"Thank you. Yours is Joeseph, right?" I checked.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Tomo shouted your full name once. It was kinda funny," I said.

"Yeah, you can count on Tomo for that. So when's your birthday?"

"You already know that one!"

"Yes I do. I was just making sure you didn't foget it," he replied cheesily and tried to put his arm around my waist.

"Thanks for your concern but that's one thing I can remember," I told him and casually avoided his grasp. Just then, Jared was forcefully grabbed by Tomo, who started whispering to him in a not so nice tone by the look of it.

||*|| Tomo's POV ||*||

"I can't believe you just fucking tried that on her!" I whisper screamed at him. "If you're trying to get her to like you, you're doing everything wrong!"

"Why do you care so much?" Jared said.

"Because if you finally get her to take down her defenses for you and you hurt her, you won't live to see the light of day my friend. I don't want her to try that again..."

"Try what?"

"Aww shit! Uhmmm...Don't tell her I said this to you, but I walked in on her passed out on the floor one day. She tried to overdose."

"Oh my god! When'd she do that?" He seemed genuinely concerned now so I let off on the death grip I had on his arm.

"A couple months ago. You never watch the news and I've never told anyone else, so you didn't find out until now."

"Geez...Why'd she try it?"

"I better stop now. Just let her tell you when she wants to, ok? Don't ask her about it and don't tell anyone else, or I'll hunt you down," I threatened. It felt really weird to be yelling at one of my best friends like this, but I had no choice. If Jessica found out I told him, she'd stop trusting me. Or worse...It could make her so sad that she'd try it again. And I might not be so lucky to catch her again.

"Alright, I'll keep it a secret," Jared said understandingly.

"And?"

"And I'll take it slower with her."

"And?" I asked again.

"And what?!?!"

"Nothing really. I just wanted to see what else you'd tell me. It didn't work out as planned."

"Haha! Nice one!" he said and walked back over to Jessica only to find that Shannon was talking to her now. I saw the disappointed look on his face as he gazed at her briefly, then turned his attention to the empty stage. Poor guy, he doesn't have a chance with her.

Thanks for reading and please comment!!!!!!!!

I'm soooooo sorry!!! I haven't posted a chapter of this in forever, so this one is really long! I hope all you guys like it, and I'm sorry if I make any mistakes!

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*Jessica's POV*

Once we were in the parking lot I called Mat on his cell phone.

"Hello?" he said after the second.

"Hey. Where are you right now?" I asked him.

"My house, why?"

"Do you have any plans today?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Good. Me and Sarah are coming over."

"Ok. I'm bored anyway. See you soon, bye."

"See ya," I said and hung up the phone.

"So I guess we're going to Mat's house then," Sarah blurted out the second I was off the phone.

"Exactly. Let's save the planet and just take my car."

"That works." We both started making our way to my car and, upon reaching it, got in and drove away.

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We pulled up in Mat's driveway and walked in the door. Mat and I have been friends for so long that we don't bother to be polite and knock anymore.

"Hey, you're here!" he called to us from the living room.

"Yep," I replied and greeted him with a hug.

"Hey, Sarah. So what do you wanna do?" he asked.

"I dunno. I could whoop you at Guitar Hero," I suggested.

"You mean you could try," Mat said sarcasticly.

"You're on. Sarah, you wanna play?"

"I'll play loser," she laughed.

"Ok then. I get red controller!" Mat yelled and jumped over the couch to the Xbox 360.

"Fine, but I pick first song!"

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"That was fun," Sarah said as we pulled up to her car a couple hours later.

"Yeah, it was. Did you see the look on Mat's face when I beat him the third time?"

"Haha! It was priceless. Alright, see you later," she said and walked over to her car.

"Bye!" I called and started the short drive back to my apartment.

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I unlocked the door and walked in to find Frankie with my laptop.

"Hey! How'd you get the password?" I yelled and put my hands on my hips.

"I just thought of the most fan-girlish thing possible and typed it in," he answered.

"What did you do to the background?"

"I changed it. It really creeps me out to have to look at myself every time I minimize something."

"Whatever. Just don't change anything else." I walked away into the kitchen, half so I could hide my embarassment and the other half of the reason was so I could start dinner.

"Are you hungry?" I asked while washing my hands and rolling up my sleeves.

"Starved, why?" Frankie replied.

"Well, what do you want to eat then?"

"You cook?" He came into the kitchen with a surprised look on his face.

"Yeah. My mom was a chef," I said while turning to face him

"But was she any good?" he laughed.

"She's amazing and she taught me everything I know. You still haven't answered my question though."

"How about vegetarian spaghetti. Can you do that?"

"That's one of the easiest foods to make! The only hard part is making the sauce." It was my turn to laugh now.

"Can't you just use the stuff in the jar?" Frankie asked.

"It tastes better if I do it. They load that shit down with chemicals to keep it fresh."

"Ok, it's your choice. I'm just gonna go watch TV and be bored, I guess," Frank answered and started to walk out when I stopped him.

"You wanna help?"

"I dunno..."

"I'll let you play with a knife," I offered.

"In that case...Hell yeah! I've got nothing better to do."

"Ok. Go pick your weapon of choice," I said and pointed to the drawer where all the knives were.

"Wow, there are a shitload of sharp things in here!'

"Yeah. Besides school and work, I'm a hitman. It isn't the best, but it pays the bills," I joked while grabbing a huge pot from under the sink.

"I think that's the funiest thing you've said the whole week I've lived here," he commented in between laughs.

"You've lived here for a week already? I must've had a couple too many yesterday."

"Can you even drink?"

"Not legally. But I've been an alcoholic since I was 18. Can you grab some tomatoes from the fridge?" I asked.

"Wow. How old are you?" he asked while putting all the tomatoes we had on the counter, which ended up being around thirty.

"I'm 20. 21 on September 10. I didn't know I had so many of those. We might as well use all of them. Do you know how to peel a tomato?"

"Not exactly," he answered a bit hesitantly.

"Ok. All you do is take the knife and cut off the skin without making it the size of a marble." After I explained he still looked confused, so I demonstrated.

"You think you can do that?"

"I'll try," Frankie said and picked up a tomato and and a short knife.

"You're doing pretty good," I told him when he was about halfway done.

"Maybe I'm better at this cooking thing than I--Ow!!!" he screamed and grabbed his finger.

"I spoke too soon. Hold on, I'll go get the stuff to fix it." I ran to the bathroom and came back with peroxide and a band-aid. "Put your finger over the sink."

"It hurts!" Frankie protested.

"Well you cut it with a knife, what do you expect? It's not that deep," I said and poured the liquid over it.

"Fuck! Now it hurts and burns! What is that stuff?"

"It's medicine. And that's a Batman band-aid. You're fixed." I threw the wrapper away and went back to peeling tomatoes.

"Thanks, I guess. What can I do that includes me keeping all of my fingers?"

"Uhmm, you can get random spices for me out of the cabinet," I suggested.

"That works. Which ones do you need?" he asked and I went througha giant list. O f course, instead of putting then down on the counter, he threw them all at me when I wasn't looking.

"Hey!" I yelled and threw part of an onion at him.

"Are you trying to make me smell bad? Haha! Wait a minute, my phone." He took his ringing cell phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear while I continued cooking.

*Frank's POV*

(Phone Conversation)

Frank: What's up?
Gerard: Hey, how are you?
F: Covered in onion and bleeding.
G: What?
F: Me and Jessica are cooking.
G: Since when do you cook? And I thought you didn't like her.
F: Since now and she's cool. I did creep me out when I hacked her computer and I was her background pic, though.
G: (laughs) That's hilarious! We;re all bored over here.
F: Hold on, I've gotta ask something.

"Hey Jess, can the rest of the guys come over and eat with us?"

"Yeah, that's fine. We have enough of everything."

"Cool!"

F: Gerard?
G: Yeah?
F: Do you and Mikey and everyone else wanna come eat with us?
G: I will, but let me go ask them. (pause) They said they would.
F: Awesome!
G: When should we be there?
F: Another question for her. Wait a minute.

"When should they get here?"

"I'm almost done with this, so in like an hour," she replied.

F: You need to get here in an hour.
G: Where's your apartment?
F:  Oh yeah. 73 Robin Avenue, apartment 203.
G: Ok, I know where that is! See you then, bye.
F: Bye.

(End Phone Conversation)

"Ok, they'll be here in a litle bit. Anything else I can do?" I asked while putting my cell phone back in my pocket.

"Yeah. Get a big pot and fill it with water," she replied.

"Then what?"

"Find lots of noodles and dump those in the pot."

"Sounds easy enough and it has an added bonus of not involving sharp objects!" I joked.

"Yep, I made sure of it. You might wanna hurry with it though."

"Ok ok, I'm going! Pots are under the sink, right?"

"Hey, you remembered! This has to heat, so I'll get the noodles."

"You could do that," I said and started filling the pot with water. I put it on the stove, turned up the heat, and turned around to find five packages of different shaped noodlew on the counter. "That's a lot."

"Yeah? Well we've got six people total eating it. Makes sense now, doesn't it?" she said sarcasticly.

"It does. We should put those in now."

"Uh huh. Then we have to get all the plates and shit."

"This is a lot of work! Do you do this every night?

"Not really, but most nights. It's usually not as hard, considering I only have to cook for two. I just got really lazy this week and ordered take out every night," she explained.

"Alright. Let's get this set up then, shall we?"

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I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs as the doorbell rang.

"I'm going out. Be back later," I yelled at whoever was listening and ran out the door.

||*|| Tomo's POV ||*||

"Hey...Oh my god!!!" I gasped as Jessica walked out the door. "You look...different." I was barely able to keep my mouth closed. She looked completely beautiful.

"Uhhmm...thanks? I decided to dress like someone else, seeing as I'm acting like someone else. Shouldn't we go to the car now?" she asked.

"Yeah. We probably should," I said, shaking my head so I'd stop staring at her. I've never seen her like this in all the years I've known her. "You want shotgun?"

"Wouldn't you be squished sitting between Matt and Jared?"

"I could be." The guys hadn't said anything the whole time. I"m guessing they're as shocked as I still am.

"It would be really uncomfortable back here with Tomo," Jared pitched in. He probably just wanted an excuse to sit next to her.

"Ok, it's settled. You get front and I'll take back," she proclaimed while crawling into the middle backseat. Then we all closed our doors and headed for the venue.

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

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm usually in my room reading or something right now, not being drooled over by some guys I really don't know much about. Except Tomo. I probably know more about him than anyone.

"Nice house. Was that your car in the driveway?" Matt asked once we got on the highway.

"Thanks. You mean the red one?" I said.

"Yeah, that's the one," he replied looking me straight in the eye.

"Yep, it's mine. It was a birthday present last year. Actually, it was my last from my parents." I don't know why I just told him that. What the hell is wrong with me?!?

"Why was it your last?" That was Jared this time.

"Just...I don't wanna talk about it right now. I'll tell you guys some other time." That was the real me!

"Oh, alright. That's fine," Jared said and started looking nervous.

"Tomo! Stop strangling my arm rest!" Shannon screamed.

||*|| Tomo's POV ||*||

"Sorry." I put my hands in my lap and looked down to hide my embarrassment. Where do they get off hitting on her like that! She's my friend, dammit!

I could tell when they asked her that she didn't want to go tonight, but she still said yes and now they're acting like she's a piece of meat! Wait...am I jealous? I always thought of Jessica just as a friend, nothing more. Could that be changing all of a sudden? God, I've got to get a grip on myself.

I remained silent for the rest of the drive and listened to the conversations Jessica was having with the guys, but mostly Jared. He just doesn't give up, does he?

||*|| Jared's POV ||*||

Wow, Jessica is beautiful! I've always had feelings for her, but I kept it a secret from the guys because I knew she had closed herself off from everyone except Tomo. Well, I"m determined to get to know her, even if it means putting my life on the line. I'm exaggerating, but still.

As we pulled into a parking lot, I opened the door and tried to help her out.

"Thanks, but I've got it," she said and climbed out of the car.

Damn! This is gonna be harder than I thought!

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

"Do me a favor and don't ever let me wear a mini skirt again," I said to Tomo as I started walking beside him.

"Haha. Ok, I will...I mean, won't...You got me all confuzzled!" he shouted and put his hands on his head like he was losing his mind. That was pretty funny already, but I started laughing even more when Jared said, "Like that's hard to do".

"Finally! She laughs!" Jared cried while looking up to the sky and waving his hands around. "I don't think I've heard you laugh in two years."

"There's not really much to laugh about for me. Except when Tomo goes crazy," I explained and ruffled Tomo's shaggy hair.

"Another question for later, I guess," Jared said somewhat inaudibly and started walking on my other unoccupied side. We still had a little way to walk, about another five minutes, seeing as there was a limited amount of parking spaces.

"So what's your favorite MCR song?" Shannon asked me.

"Uhmm...it's either 'Sleep' or 'Our Lady of Sorrows'. What about you?" I replied.

"I'd have to say 'I Never Told You What I Do For a Living'. That's the best song ever."

I continued talking, all the while noticing the disgusted look on Tomo's face and thinking about how nice Jared, Matt, and Shannon are. Maybe I should've given them a chance earlier.

So this is a new story I randomly decided to write, and I really like it. I may be the only one, though. XD. Ok, so it's a 30 Seconds To Mars fanfic, but it takes place in the present and we're all in high school. All the other bands are their current age. Hopefully, you figure it out soon. I hope you all like it!!!

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My name's Jessica and I feel like a shadow. No purpose, no meaning, no feelings. Except sadness. Sadness is the one thing I can feel.

I guess you can call me your typical little emo kid. Always in black, surrounded by one or two people, never really talks. The one friend I do have is Tomo. He's been my best and only friend since we met in preschool, all the way up to now, the 11th grade.

He has other friends that he sometimes hangs out with and they sit with us at lunch. I never really see them otherwise, and I don't want to. Tomo is the only person I fully trust. Without him, I'd be dead.

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

"Hey guys," I said as Tomo and his friends; Jared, Shannon, and Matt all sat down at the lunch table with me.

There was a random mixutre of "hi"s and "hello"s, then some conversation bewtween them. I kepy my talking to a minimum, which was sort of a change, considering I usually try to be as nice as I can around Tomo's friends. I don't want them to stop talking to him because he refuses to not hang out with me while I'm being mean. So most of the time I act like they're my best friends.

"What's wrong today, Jess?" Jared asked me.

"Nothing really. I just don't feel like talking much," I said.

"Oh. Well, you wanna come with us to a show tonight? It's My Chemical Romance, one of your favorite bands. Floor seats!" How did he know I loved MCR? I never told him that. He must've found out from Tomo, I guess.

"Uhmm..."

"Come on! You've only hung out with all of us as a group like...once since you met us four years ago!" Shannon yelled from across the table. I looked at Tomo, wondering whether he was going to try to get me to go or not.

"Don't drag me into this! It's your decision," he said, seeming like he was reading my thoughts. He always somehow knew how to do that, even when I didn't want him to.

"Pweeze!" Matt begged me, putting on a cute puppy dog pouty face.

"Alright, I'll go," I saide, which arose cheers from the guys.

"See you tonight, then," Jared replied as the bell that marked the starting of sixth period rang.

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"I can't belive you decided to go!" Tomo said and hugged me.

"Yeah, me either. I guess what Shannon said made me realize how long I've known them and how little I know about them." I said, returning the hug and continuing to walk to math class. I had always had the suspicion that Tomo liked me as more than just a friend, but I don't feel the same. I love him like a brother and he's basically my life, but I wouldn't make out with him.

"Well, I'm glad you said yes. They're cool guys and who knows? Maybe you'll end up liking them and maybe leave me alone once in awhile. I'm just kidding! You know I'm always happy to be with you!" he added after seeing the shocked look on my face. If he did love me like I thought he might, it was a very subtle kind of love. Not the all over the place stalker kind, just the secret kind. I brushed off the thought, calling myself stupid for even thinking that. How could he love me?

"Yeah, you better be!" I mock-yelled at him.

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

"When's the concert? I asked Tomo as I dropped him off at his house. I had this weird thing that I had to drive him to and from school. He has a car and a liscense, but I love driving way too much.

"It starts at 8:00, but we'll pick you up at 6:30. This is gonna be one of the rare times you don't get to drive, so get over it," he said while shutting the door and lenaing on my red Nissan Z.

"Ok, ok. I'll try not to pout too much. See you then!" I called and sped away.

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Tomo and I only lived 5 minutes away from each other, so it was only 3:00 when I got home. I didn't bother to ask my parents about the concert because they'd stopped caring once I could drive.

"Great. Three hours to kill," I sighed as I stepped out onto my bedroom balcony and looked at the rest of the expensive houses in my neighborhood. Everyone in my small school is from the rich part of L.A., so Tomo, Jared, Matt, Shannon, and I are basically the only people there that aren't preppy. I guess people just get the strange idea that you have to shop at Hollister if you have money.

"Hhmmm...I guess I'll pick out what to wear," I said to myself and making my way to the closet. I pulled out my favorite black tank top and set it down on the bed, along with a red plaid mini skirt that I planned on hanging black suspenders from. I usually didn't dress this revealing, but thought why not, considering I wasn't being my normal sociopathic self today.

I finally decided on the traditional all black Converse and a couple random pieces of jewelry to finish it all off.

After I had everything I was wearing laid out and ready on my bed, I checked my clock. 3:47.

"Wow, that took awhile!" I said, again to myself. It's a habit of mine to talk to myself out loud, even when I'm in public. I'm learning to control it pretty well, but sometimes I let things slip.

My next choice was to go straighten my shoulder length black hair, whick shimmered purple when the light hit it. My hair was my favorite accessory ever since I dyed it last month. Like I said, my parents don't care anymore.

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About an hour and a half later, my cell phone started blaring the chorus to "Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too" which was Tomo's ringtone of choice.

"You just had to pick that song to play when you call me, didn't you?" I asked him while picking up the phone and trying not to laugh so hard.

"What?...Oh. Haha, yeah. I did."

"So what'd you call me for?" I asked, quickly getting to the point.

"Right. We're all bored, so we're gonna be at your house in about 30 minutes," he said. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just finishing up my makeup and stuff. Alright, I'll be ready."

"Bye Jess."

"Bye babe," I said and was about to hit "end" when he spoke again.

"What?!?"

"What do you mean, what?" I asked sarcasticly.

"You just...nevermind. It's nothing. Bye," he answered and hung up.

Weird. I was pretty sure I've called him that before, but I guess I said it with more sarcasm the other times.

I forgot about it and continued getting dressed and finishing my eyeliner.

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     Even after Gerard had assured me that Mikey didn't tell anyone what happened, I still decided to stay in the back room. Gerard had offered to stay with me, but I'd kindly refused, telling him I nedded time to think. Which I really did. The other reason was I was afraid to face Mikey again, or anyone else for that matter. I'm sure they already guessed what took place.

     I can't control my emotions and I never really could. I act on impulse, just because it feels right at the time and I don't think ahead to what could happen as a result. I was afriad that if I went near Mikey like that later that it could happen again. I just ge so caught up in the moment that I lose myself and it feels like I'm another person. Someone that obviously has it out for me.

     I slid down the sheets of plastic that act as window blinds, turned off the light, and locked the door. I climbed on the bed and lay face up, staring blankly at the ceiling, consumed in my thoughts.

     Will things really be ok with Gerard? Will Mikey avoid me? Will everyone hate me when they find out? If they find out. Everyone here has become my second family in the short time I've known them. They changed my life and gave me a glimpse at a whole new perspective. I would be devastated if they started to hate me. Somehow in the middle of all these questions and potential situations, I managed to fall asleep.

*Mikey's POV*

     That kiss was wrong. It was bad. It was amazing. It was perfect. No! Stop it! I can't think like that, I have Meredith and Jessica has Gerard. I couldn't do that to my big brother. He would hate me. But still...

     I glanced up from my feet and saw the shocked faces of my friends staring either at me or Gerard, who was sitting next to me on the floor. I hope to god that Gerard can't read my thoughts right now, because I would be unconcious. Or dead. Yeah, probably dead.

     I can't say I didn't feel anything when Jess and I kissed, but I can't say I don't love Meredith. I really don't want to let Meredith go. I don't know what to do!!!

     I looked over to Gerard, who was staring blankly at the door to the back room, then back at my shoes.

     I have to get my priorites straight.

*Meredith's POV*

     I have no idea what happened back there, but by the way Gerard yelled and by how Mikey's acting it couldn't have been good. I don't want to jump to conclusions, though. I trust Mikey and I love him.

*Jessica's POV*

     I had only been asleep for half and hour when my phone woke me up. I reluctantly reached for it and checked the caller ID. It was Jenna.

     "Uhh...Hello?" I said sleepily.

     "What's wrong?"

     "I just woke up."

     "What else?"

     "You know, I hate it when you do that."

     "Do what?" she asked, pretending like she really didn't know.

     "Know when there's something wrong with me."

     "Oh that. Well, what is it?"

     "I don't really wanna talk about it right now."

     "I wana know!" Jenna protested.

     "Ok, ok. I kissed Mikey." There was silence on the other end. "Hello? Did you die?"

     "Yeah, I think so. Why did you do that?!? I thought you loved Gerard!"

     "I do love Gerard! He's my everything! I just don't have impulse control."

     "Well, you may need to get some one of these days," she replied, her voice overflowing with sarcasm.

     "Yeah, well let me know where to buy it if you find any."

     "I'll remember that the nex time I go shopping." We both started cracking up.

     "So what happened? Are you and Gee still together?"

     "Amazingly, he forgave me. He said he'd forget about it, but I still feel bad."

     "I'm not saying you shouldn't feel bad, but I don't want you to."

     "Thanks?" I asked. "Was that supposed to be comforting?"

     "Yes it was. Ahh! Gotta go, Zacky's sitting on me. Bye!"

     "Have fun with that," I answered and hung up the phone. I decided to take my chances with the rest of the inhabitants of the bus and unlocked the door. I walked out and immediatly bcame the center of attention.

     "Yeah, I know. I'm a slut. Now can you all please stop staring at me like that?!?" I announced and went to sit in a secluded corner.

     Gerard sat down beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I just buried my face in his chest and began to cry again as all the guilt came flooding back to me.

     "Shh. It's all right," he said as he patted my hair.

     "No...it's not. I...don't deserve...you," I managed to choke out.

     "What's there to deserve?"

     "Your love...happiness."

     "You deserve all of that and more!"

     "No. I...don't."

     "Stop saying that! Yes you do. You're a great person that made a stupid choice. It happens to everybody."

     "It happens to me too often," I replied, regaining some form of composure and drying my eyes with my good hand.

     "Either way, I love you. I know I say that a lot, but I really do." He kissed my forehead and hugged me again.

     "I love you so much more. For all you've done for me and continue to do."

     "Thank you. And you know what? It's ok you kissed Mikey, cause i cheat on you every show with Frank. Isn't that right, Frank?" he called.

     "Yep!" Frank jumped up and pecked Gerard on the cheek.

     "See? So we're both unfaithful here," Gerard said which made me crack up hysterically.

     "Ok, I feel better now. Thanks, hun." I gave him  a kiss and pulled away, but he brought me back to his lips.

     After about five minutes, things started to heat up but that's where I drew the line.

     "What's wrong?" Gerard asked me, breathing hard.

     "Well...I have a broken arm...we're on...a bus...and I don't believe...in sex before marriage," I said while trying to catch my breath.

     "You don't? Well, I'd have to wait anyway...I completely forgot about your...arm."

     "So you're alright with it?" I don't exactly know why, but I was a bit surprised.

     "Yeah. I actually respect it. I can see where you're coming from," he answered while wiping his long black hair from his face.

     "You're awesome."

     "Darling, what is going on?..."- Situations- Escape The Fate

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Sorry, I had the random urge to write a very long title for this one!!! So I got tagged by Sara (xafixisxlovex37) so I'm forced to write this thingy here.

THE RULES:

1. Once you get tagged, you must write a journal entry like this one, telling 8 things about yourself that no one really knows about.
2. You must be completely truthful.
3. At the end of your post, you must tag 8 more people to do this kind of evil torture thing. lol

STUFFS ABOUT ME:

1. No one's allowed to ever come over to my house. EVER. Weird rule by my mom, considering our house is always a mess. Don't ask.
2. I don't make friends easily. I have no idea why, I'm just really shy and really careful of what I say when you first meet me.
3. My parents are really old. My dad's 59 and my mom's 49. It's kind of weird, considering my dad has been mistaken for my grandfather many times.
4. I'm in love with music. People say this a lot, but it is my life. That and my friends. I'm teaching myself to play guitar, I play viola, and I sing. I got a singing solo in a graduation for the D.A.R.E. program in the fifth grade once, which was a great opportunity.
5. I like dance music. I have no idea why, I just love it. My favorite dance artists are Jeffree Star and The Medic Droid.
6. I used to live in the ghetto when I was young. It wasn't as bad then as it is now, but it was still pretty bad.
7. I love acting and theatre. It's a really good getaway from everything, to be playing someone else with less problems than myself.
8. I'm a lazy ass. XD. I do absolutely nothing all day long but sit here and type away. I also watch TV, but no house work really ever. I did have to do dishes by hand today because our dishwasher is broken. It doesn't sound bad, and yes, I am complaining, but it took 2 and 1/2 hours. My back hurts...

Ok, so these are the 8 people I tagged, and as far as I know they haven't done this. I can't say that I'll care if they do it or not, because I don't. XDDDD

     Oh shit! This was not supposed to happen! One minute Mikey and I are talking, and the next we're kissing. How could I be so stupid?!?

     "I'm gonna fuckin kill you, Mikey!!!" Gerard screamed, catching the attention of everyone else on the bus, no matter if they were asleep or not.

     "Gerard! You can't! He's...I'm...it's my fault," I said. Even though Mikey was the one that started kissing me, I didn't stop it so it mostly was my fault.

     "What?!? I can't belive you'd do that to me! I love you, haven't I remended you of that every day? Haven't I done enough to show you that?" Gerard asked, replacing his anger with tears.

     "I'm gonna leave you two alone," Mikey said and walked out, looking ashamed and embarrassed at the same time. Gerard didn't even glare at him, he just let him walk right past while still looking at me.

     "I wanna know what happened, Jess."

     "Ok. Just sit down, okay?" I told him, ready to spill my guts out for him in what I was about to say.

     "Alright. I'm not gonna interrupt, I'm not gonna yell, I'm not gonna go attack Mikey in the middle of this. But the one thing I will do is cry, because I can't believe how much you hurt me." Silent tears were rolling down his cheeks as he explained this, and I knew I would end up sobbing at the end of this.

     "I'm so stupid, and so sorry and so...depressed. I can't believe I did it either. I'm completely serious, I would've rather died than you have seen that, and I never should've done it.

     "It started out with Mikey and I talking back here so we wouldn't wake any of you up. I just wanted to get to know him, because he's your brother and we never did have a steady conversation.

     "He asked about my arm and I was explaining what happened when he leaned in and kissed me. But it was my fault, because I didn't stop it. I wasn't thinking really anything. Not about you, not about Meredith, not about us. Or at least what we were because I know I'm not ever forgiven. And it's good that you're mad at me, because I deserve that much and worse." The tears were really coming down now, from both of us. "I don't want you to be mad at Mikey, though. He's your brother and I'm just some girl. Brothers are forever, and I'm nothing to screw that up over. If I was even close to important, I wouldn't have done this to you.

     "I just want you to be happy, Gerard. Even if that means that I'll have to go back to admiring you from afar, that's ok. I really do love you and I want you to understand that. You were always enough and more and I guess I didn't see that until I screwed it up.

     "It's your turn to talk now. I'll listen the same way you did. No interruptions, no arguements. Just tears," I finished, not able to look in Gerard's eyes for the fear that the love they once held would be replaced with disgust, or worse, hate. I couldn't handle hate.

     "Youre right. Brothers are forever and you're just a girl. But you're the girl I love with all my heart and my soul and my life, Jessica. I know this is said too much, but I seriously loved you from the first time I saw you. You were an individual and a personality, not just another face in the crowd." He lifted my chin up to look into my tear filled eyes. "You were beautiful to me, and always will be. No matter what happens.

     "I'll forget what happened with Mikey, and I"ll forgive you. I just need you to know that I love you in the exact same way you just described to me," Gerard said and pulled me into a hug.

     "I don't know why you forgave me, but thank you. So much," I spoke into his shoulder. "I"m so sorry."

     "I know you are. That's why I forgave you. I can't stay mad at you. I care about you too much," he said while rubbing my back to make me feel better.

     He made it seem like I did nothing wrong, like he was the one that had something to be sorry about when in reality he should be the one being comforted by his friends. I'm not sure why he decided not to kick me out of his life right then, but I'm glad he didn't. He made me feel more a part of his life than ever before.

     "Seeing you cry makes me feel like saying sorry..."- Saying Sorry- Hawthorne Heights

     Author's Note: Ok, I can't remember if I specificly said anywhere we were going after Canada, so I'm gonna make something up. And also, I went a little crazy with the POV's this time. XD. Hope you like it and sorry for any screwups!

{*}Sarah's POV{*}

     God! I can't believe we have to drive all the way from Canada to St. Louis with me and Matt fighting like this! I hate it! It's gotten to the point where we're no even talking. To be moe specific, we're both on completely opposite ends of the bus right now. The truth is, I don't really know how that fight got started. All I do know is that it was late at night and we were watching a movie and talking, then we started yelling at each other.

     Earlier today, we were trying to talk it out and he ended up saying that it was all my fault that we're arguing like that. I don't think I'll be able to forgive him for a while...

{*}Matt's POV{*}

     Sarah and I are fighting, which I've never really done with one of my firlfriends before. One minute we're completely in love and the next we're acting like we want each other dead!

     Adam and the other guys keep telling me to shutup and forgive her but I don't think I can after what she said.

     This morning when I was trying to settle things, we got to screaming and she said she hated me. Right now, all I want to kow is if she really meant it or not.

{*}Gerard's POV{*}

     I love Jessica so much, words can't begin to describe my feelings for her! There's just something that tells me that I'm meant to be here with her in my arms. And by the way she looks at me, I can tell she feels the same.

     At this point, I would do anything for her. She's just...perfect. Completely and beautifully perfect.

     I kissed her on the forehead and looked down into her eyes. I could stay like this with her for an eternity.

{*}Jessica's POV{*}

     I gazed back up into Gerard's gorgeous eyes and felt all the love and passion that was behind them, giving them their power over me.

     I know I've only known him for about 2 weeks now, but I think he could be the one I spend the rest of my days with. he's so beautiful in every imaginable way that it just takes you over sometimes. It just feels so right to be here with him.

     Gerard is everything I was looking for and so much more. He's just...perfect. Flawless and perfect in every possible way. Some people say they would die for the person they love. I would kill myself for him in a second. No questions asked. I have no idea what I would do if I were ever away from him for long. I wouldn't be able to survive without him.

     I put my head back down on his chest and held his hand. I love him so much.

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     A few hours later, Mikey and I were the only ones awake. These guys work so hard, the deserve to sleep. And Meg...well, I guess today that goes for her too. Mikey, I suppose, was afraid of what he'd wake up to if he went to sleep and Meredith was just tired, as she had constantly reminded me of for the first 3 hours on the bus.

     I gently slipped out of Gerard's hug and sat down next to Mikey.

     "Hi. We haven't gotten a lot of time to talk," I whispered.

     "Yeah, I know. I'm just always with Meredith and you're always with Gee."

     "Yeah. So how are you and Meredith going anyway?"

     "Really good. She's so nice and funny. And I love her smile. Duh, and her personality." Mikey was talking (well, whispering) like he was nervous around me, but that might be because he doesn't talk much. I decided it was nothing and continued the conversation.

     "Meredith is a really cool person. I'm glad you two are doing so well."

     "Me too. What about you and Gerard?" he asked.

     "He's perfect. It's really hard to describe how much I love him, maybe even impossible. But I'm sure you don't wanna hear about that. It would probably be kinda weird, seeing as he's your older brother. You know what, why don't we go to the back room. I'm not good at this whole 'whispering' thing and I really don't want to wake anyone up." Immediatly after I said this, he gave me a weird look. "No! I don't mean like that! Why would I? I just know how bad it is to be woken up when you're as tired as everyone else is. God, Mikey!" I said and started laughing with my head in my hands.

     "I guess you're right. Being woken up does suck, and Gerard gets really mad when it happens to him. Ok, let's go." He carefully adjusted Meredith so she could support herself and followed me to the back room of the bus and closed the door.

     "Enough about Mer and Gerard. We see enough of them already. What about you? Like, how have you been?" he asked while sitting down next to me on the bed that was back here.

     "Well, I kinda have a broken arm," I said jokingly. "But other than that, I'm great. Touring is so much fun! You guys are lucky you get to do it all the time."

     "Oh, sorry. I forgot about that. I don't know how, but I did. I guess touring is fun, but I'm so used to it now that it's gotten a little old. All you want to do after a while is go home and just be normal, you know?"

     "Yeah, I get what you're saying. You guys are on the road so much, it's hard to keep up with friends and stuff like that...So how've you been?" I said. Somehow during this time, we had gotten closer together so that now our knees were touching but I didn't move away.

{*}Gerard's POV{*}

     "Hhmm. Where's Jess and Mikey?" I asked Bob, who had also just woken up, when I had my eyes fully open.

     "I dunno. They're probably hididng from you. Or making out in the back room," he said in a teasing voice.

     "No, they're not! I know that she wouldn't do that to me, and I'm pretty sure Mikey wouldn't do that to Meredith!!"

     "Ok, ok! I'm just joking! You don't need to yell! Geez, when you're mad, you are really mad," he replied.

     "Yeah, I know. Sorry man. I'm just cranky, I guess. They're probably just getting to know each other."

{*}Jessica's POV{*}

     "Really? Haha! So how exactly did that arm thing happen?" Mikey asked me, now with his hand almost touching mine.

     "What, you mean Gerard didn't tell you?" I was kind of surprised.

     "No. He was too busy blaming himself and worrying about you."

     "Aww! Well, we were golfing and..."

{*}Gerard's POV{*}

     "I'm bored! Where's Jessica's laptop?" I asked Meg, whos was up now also.

     "Probably in that bag right there," she said and pointed to a black duffel bag that was laying on the floor.

     "Ok," I replied and started searching for it.

     "Did you find it yet?" Ray asked.

     "Nope. I'm gonna go ask her where it is," I said and got up.

     Jess, where's you...You are so dead, Mikey!" I screamed as I opened the door and saw them locked what did not look like a friendly peck on the cheek.

     "I don't know how you snuck your way into my arms..."- Pandora- Madina Lake

Author's Note: This story is always my point of view unless it says otherwise (the same for Welcome To The Black Parade), just to let you all know!!! Enjoy and sorry if I fuck up!!!

I woke up the next morning, which was a Saturday, at my usual late time of 11:00 am.

"I love weekends...And seeing Frankie in a towel. I wish I could've taken a picture!!!"

After about 5 more minutes of running the image through my mind, I pulled myself out of bed and into my bathroom to brush my teeth. I didn't bother to get dressed for teh pure reason that I wanted to see how Frankie would react to seeing his completely obsessed roommate walk into the kitchen in a tank and low rise lounge pants.

I made my way to the kitchen, trying not to act like I was looking for him, but found that he wasn't there. Or anywhere for that matter.

"Aww!! Not even a note for his beloved roommate?" I asked, kidding myself. Like he would ever like me like that. "Wow, I'm funny sometimes!" I said while pouring myself a bowl of Fruit Loops.

"I guess he's at band practice, considering MCR's not supposed to be touring for at least another year. Must be working on a new album or something..."

I finished my cereal and got dressed. I was supposed to meet my other friend, Sarah (different Sarah. Pay attention to the "h") at the mall in an hour.

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"What up, schmo burger?" she asked when I walked up to the entrance, our agreed waiting spot.

"Nothing much, just counting the seconds until I get to be with you, my dear," I joked.

"As was I, as was I. But you're here now, so let's go!" she shouted and dragged me through the doors.

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*Sarah's POV*

"I'm hungry!" I said to Jessica after we left Spencer's.

"Me too! You wanna skip?" she asked.

"Hell yes!" So we hooked arms and skipped to the food court like school children, dodging grandmas and toddlers along the way

We found a table and sat down with the good we bought and started eating hungrily, as it was now 3:12. I made random conversation throughout the meal, but completely stopped eating when Jess said she had something important to say. She never says that unless she absolutely means it.

"Oh my god, who died?" I asked somewhat seriously.

"No one died. But when I tell you, you hve to swear not to scream it. You can scream random sounds, but just don't repeat what I tell you, ok?"

"Fine," I said and she came around to my side of the table and whispered it in my ear.

"AAHEEOOHH!!!!!!!!" I yelled and jumped on top of her, knocking her down.

"Nice job on the random sounds!"she said, breathingheavily considering I just knocked the air out of her lungs.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" I babbled.

"Yep, mine too. Now can you please get off me?"

"Oh shit! Yeah! Sorry. Kinda got caught up in the moment, there." I told her while standing up and trying to regain sanity.

*Jessica's POV*

Wow, that was some reaction! Usually it's just jumping and screaming or disbelief, but I think she should try out for a football team or something!

"Come on," I said after I had brushed the dirt off my pants. "I'm gonna get you our of here before you tackle me again!" And with that we grabbed our bags and left our food mess for someone else to clean. After all, I guess it is kind of their job, right?

I walked in to Sara sitting on the couch being comforted by Denise and Marissa.

"So will she live?" I asked them, trying to bring some light to the situation but not succeeding. All my crappily thought out joke did was make her start crying more heavily, almost to the point of sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm an ass a lot of the time!" I said and sat down next to her.

"I just feel so shitty right now! It's not you, you're trying to help," Sara said.

"You know what you need? A comedy! I'll go find one!" Marissa suggested and jumped up to go find a good movie in Sara's huge library.

"Or better yet, let's watch a Harry Potter movie!! That'll really make you feel better!" Denise exclaimed. Sara almost lives for Harry Potter. She knows all the characters by heart and has read all the the books 32 times each.

At the mention of Harry Potter, she stopped crying and got dangerously close to actually smiling. Marissa popped in "The Sorcerer's Stone" and we all found a place somewhere in the room to settle down in for the next hour and a half.

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After the movie was over, Sara was in a great mood, which also meant the rest of us were in a great mood.

"I feel so much better now! Thanks for all your help, guys." Sara said and pulled us into a group hug. "You can leave now if you want."

Both Denise and Marissa decided to leave after they were completely sure it was ok, but I stuck around.

"Why are you still here?...Oh, yeah! You had that thing you wanted to tell me, didn't you? So what is it that's so important?"

"Ok, I'll tell you, but you're going to wanna sit down first. You'd fall over if you weren't," I told her while sitting down next to her on the couch.

"You know my new rommate, Frank?" She nodded. "It's Frank Iero."

"Are you serious?!? What are you on? It must be something strong to make you imagine Frank Iero in your apartment!"

"No, I am serious! Look," I held out my cell phone for her to see. "I took this in his car when he wasn't looking. Do you believe me now?" I asked sarcasticly.

"Holy shit. That is him," she said in a complete daze. "I can't believe it."

"Well believe it. But you have to promise to keep it a secret, ok? If anyone finds out then he'll have to move."

"Do you think he knows Jade?" Sara asked.

"I dunno. I'll have to ask him later. You wanna join me in jumping and screaming?" I replied, suddenly feeling very fangirlish.

"Hell yes!" she said and we grabbed each others hands and freaked out for the next five minutes.

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It was 10:30 pm when I got back to the apartment because Sara and I had invited our other friend, Jade to go have dinner with us. We'd picked Jade up because I had to tell her about Frankie when we were in the car to avoid making a scene at the resteraunt.

I walked through the door to find the TV on, but Frankie was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged it off, deciding that he had fallen asleep and forgot to turn it off (as I sometimes did) and put down my messenger bag and keys on the counter. I turned around and was heading towards my room when Frank opened the bathroom door and walked out in a towel.

"Fuck! I didn't know you were here!" he screamed and ran to his room.

I stood rooted to the spot, going over that wonderful image again and again in my mind.

That. Was. Awesome...