Never Coming Home___Xx

[decay;;]

Prologue

Prom night.
A time for excitement and puppy-love for teenagers across the world.
Except for me. Just like every other school dance, I didn’t have a date. But this time was different. This was the big night, the grand finale to five years of school. And here I was, lonely once again, sipping my coffee in the Starbucks round the corner from my house.
My brother sat opposite me, watching me intently over his own steaming mug. His hazel eyes were watering slightly, gleaming. I wondered.

“What’s up?” I asked, moving my coffee to one side and placing both my hands on the table. He blinked and smiled nervously, snapping out of his thoughts.
“Nothing.” He said happily, watching the latest customer walk through the café door with a little chime.
“Then why are your eyes watering, Gerard?”
He shrugged.
“I... I’m just... doesn’t matter.”
The corners of my mouth formed a smile, “You’re ‘doesn’t matter’? Explain.”
“Okay. Well, it’s going to sound stupid.”
“I’m used to it.”

Gerard smirked, but his smile faded slightly as he looked back at my face. I adjusted my glasses.
“Basically Mikey, I’m just... I’m really proud of you.”
I felt my eyebrows raise right up into my soft, sand-coloured fringe.
“What for?”
Gerard shook his head and averted his eyes back to the floor, “Because you made it this far. You’re practically out of school, and have everything to show for it. Grades, happiness. Unlike me.”
I rolled my eyes, “Gerard, you’ve got everything to show for it. I mean, your singing, your artwork...”
Gerard sighed, “Not really. Those are a part of it, yeah. But I’m not a very happy person. And I never got through to prom night.”

I blinked for a few moments and then realised. Gerard had dropped out of school a week or so prior to graduation. So he wouldn’t have taken part in what I was preparing for. Then again, he would have probably gotten a prom date.
“I don’t have a date though. Is it even worth going?”
Gerard smiled at me, “Who cares. I just want you to get in that school hall and realise just how special you are.”
I nodded and grinned back, reaching for my mug of coffee. I felt the last drain touch my lips. I took that as my cue to leave.

"Time?" I asked my brother. He grinned and pointed to the large ornate clock hanging above the counter. The gilded clock hands pointed to 3:25pm.
“Well, I had best get going. See you later.” I said, picking up my school bag and standing up.
“Don’t forget your suit, it’s in my wardrobe,” Gerard winked, “Good luck.”
I gave him a wave and pulled my bag over my shoulder, walking out of the café and down the road.

I slid my house key into the elaborate bronze keyhole and opened the door, stepping inside and kicking off my shoes, tossing my bag into the corner next to my dad’s shoes and a suitcase lying next to the door. I paused, looking at it for a moment, then shrugged and made my way upstairs.
“I’m home,” I called, as I climbed the stairs, reaching the hallway. I knocked Gerard’s bedroom door with my elbow and entered, making a beeline through the comic books and clothes to the wardrobe. I opened it and knocked the anti-depressant pills perched on a shelf to one side as I searched for the suit. It was the suit Gerard had worn for his first job interview. He still didn’t have one. Luckily for Gerard, the role of struggling artist worked well for him.
My grip closed on the plastic wrapping and I pulled the suit from the back of the wardrobe, shaking the dust of its protective sheet and laying it over my arm as I closed the wardrobe and left the room, picking up a comic book on my way out.

I went into my room and pulled open my own wardrobe, revealing the full length mirror on its door. I took off my school uniform and began the long, tedious affair of putting on the suit, making sure to button every button and adjust everything.
Twenty minutes later, I was fully changed, except for the blue and black chequered tie lying on my bed. I left the collar turned up and picked up the tie, making my way downstairs.

Mother wasn’t home, so I went into the living room, which I knew would be where Dad was. Sure enough there he was, sat reading the newspaper with the television blaring in the corner. I cleared my throat and he looked up.
“Mikey! When did you get in?” He grinned a little too happily.
“About half an hour ago, when I shouted out that I was home.” I rolled my eyes as I said it and held out the tie.
“Oh, I... I didn’t hear you,” He said, “What’s this then son?”
“My tie,” I said, “Can you do it up for me?”
My dad sighed, and I flinched in advance, “God boy, I’d think that at your age you’d know how to do a fucking tie! Give it here.”

I held out the tie and he snatched it off me. I sighed and looked at the floor as he moved behind me, pushing my head down as he looped it round my neck.
He began to tie it behind me.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously. He tutted, right in my ear.
“Your tie, like you asked me to son.” He said. This was the thing about my dad. One minute he would be lovely and charming, next second an angry, argumentative monster. I decided I should probably tred lightly if I wanted a lift to school that evening.
I stayed silent after that, awkwardly glancing around the room as Dad finished my tie and began to tighten it. I let him - after all, he was the expert, in all his fifty-odd years.

Suddenly, warning bells began ringing in my head. I struggled slightly and my hands flew instantly to my neck, gripping the silk material wrapped tightly around it.
“That’s too tight Dad,” I choked. It grew tighter quickly and his face appeared next to mine, red and angry. His eyes were dead and cold and gave me a strange prickling down my back as my breath continued to grow more hoarse and strained.

“I can’t... can’t breathe...” I screamed, my glasses falling off my nose and smashing at my feet as I thrashed around, pulling desperately at the tie. My vision became somewhat hazier and the alarm bells began to fade away, along with all other noise. Tears were rolling down my burning face, and I suddenly felt cold. Painfully, eerily cold. Was I dead yet?

The tie stopped becoming tighter, but I knew my father had no intentions of stopping me from dying. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him move away from my face, back behind me. I stopped struggling as my vision darkened even more. I heard footsteps and shuffling as my dad climbed onto the sofa arm behind me. I realised what he was going to do - he was going to pull the tie. He was going to break my neck.

I glanced desperatly at the digital clock on the mantlepiece before I snapped my eyes shut, waiting for the blow. It was 4:03pm, I was seconds away from being the end of my life. My mere sixteen years of life. I'd never thought it would end like this...
I thought as quickly and sparingly as I could about... everything. Mostly, I thought about Gerard.
How will he feel, when he finds out I didn’t go to the prom?
How will he feel, when he finds out I’m...

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

OHMYGAWD.
BRILLIANT.
'Tis inspiring.
I will kill off my old fanfic,,
And write a new one I was gonan do XD
But..
YOO CAN'T KILL MIKEH!!
Even if he looks ponceylike without his glasses anymore =[[

AND I DIBBS GERARD.
HAD to say that again.
=]]

And THEIR DAD IS A LOOONNEEEEY.
He VILL release Mr Way,, or he VILL get teh bats,,
AND HE VILL BE SHOT!!

Because
Ve haff vays of maakiing zhim tallk.
=]]

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazzay xoxoxoxox <333
**S-P-F**

[decay;;]

Chapter One
Gerard's POV

The first thing I noticed when I got home, art book under one arm and messenger bag slung over the shoulder, was that my fathers car wasn't in the drive.
I didn't expect my mother to be in; she rarely was, with all the jobs she was trying to handle at once to provide an income for the family. But my father leaving the house was a rare occurence if it ever happened at all - he never went out of his comfort zone for anything, lazy unemployed layabout.
Then again, who was I to talk.

I stood for a few moments on the porch, running my fingers through my fine black hair, thinking where my father could be. Deciding he probably went out for a drink or something, I moved my art book to sit under my other arm and used my free hand to ring the doorbell, waiting for Mikey to answer it.
And I waited.
And waited.

I sighed deeply, digging into my bag for my keys. It was starting to rain now, the sky a perfect picture of black, and I could not in any case be bothered to wait outside. I slid my battered house key into the door and pushed it open, strolling inside huffily and slamming it behind me.
I kicked off my checkered vans, sitting them next to my brother's school shoes, and leaned my bag against the wall.

"Mikey?" I called, laying a hand on the banister and making my way up the stairs, "Mikey?"
There was no answer. Once in the hallway I paused, looking at Mikey's bedroom door, pondering whether to enter and possible intrude on something.
"Mikey?" I repeated slightly quieter, listening for a reply. I didn't hear his calm, soothing voice talk back, see his bespectacled face appear next to mine. I felt my heart rise into my throat.

I reached out, my fingertips lightly brushing the handle of his door, closing my grip on it. I reached out my other hand, still supporting my art book, and knocked carefully. Just in case.
Once again, no reply.
With anticipation of what I would find mixed with a feeling of dread playing at my thoughts, I put one foot forward and pushed open the door. The force pulled me into the room - and right into Mikey's face.

"Mikey!" I smiled, "Are you alri..."
I stopped in my sentence as I noticed his expression. His face was at one side, his eyes closed, his glasses missing. And then, with a snapping noise, he fell into my arms.
"MIKEY! MIKEY, TALK TO ME!" I screamed panickly, staggering under his weight and collapsing on my knees to the floor, his head on my lap. I shook him and reached behind his neck, feeling something - a rope, looped around him. I screamed and felt tears roll down my cheeks as I cradled him softly, praying it was all a joke, that he would suddenly open his eyes...

But Mikey wasn't like that. He was sensible, sincere, loyal, modest... it made no sense...
I stroked his hair out of his closed eyes, brushing it behind one ear, trailing my fingers across his smooth, ice cold complexion. Tears were beginning to spill onto his cheeks as I wailed harder, fingering the silk of his suit.

I refused to believe this was happening. All I could do was scream, frozen to the spot, never wanting to let his beautiful face leave my sight.
Brothers seperated.
My brother... dead.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=O
Meeean.
How could their daddeh to that to them??
SPECH MIKEY.

It means no MCR =[[
Which means no fic.
Maybeh.

MOOOORE.
If MCR live.

So Logn And Goodnight...
Yazzay xoxoxoxoxox <333
**XxSxPxFxX**

[decay;;]

Chapter Two
Yasmin's POV

'Something isn't right,' I thought, slowly walking up the high street as I gazed at my surroundings. It was apparently early afternoon - the watch on my thin pale wrist read 3:25pm - but the way the sky hung low over the old-fashioned Reading buildings, the way everything and everyone, the usual noise, seemed reduced somehow... it all just signalled something strange was happening.

And I didn't like it at all.

I strolled into the record shop at the end of the street, pushing open the door. My ears were greeted by the sounds of music I instantly recognised as Iron Maiden. I smirked and looked to the display, where Allie was standing alone with her art book, admiring the artwork for The Number Of The Beast. In her free hand she was holding a copy of Beware by The Misfits and the most recent Green Day album.

"Where did you find that?!" I asked her incredulously, coming up behind her and grabbing her, pointing to Beware.
"That's the beauty of vintage record shops dear Foo Foo," Allie smirked waving an arm around. I grinned and nodded, gesturing to the counter and mouthing 'be right back'. Allie nodded and flipped the Iron Maiden CD over, checking the track list.

I approached the counter, spotting a mop of brown-blonde-ginger hair poking out the top of it. I picked up a stack of vinyl records and dropped them on the desk. It shook and the assistant came up from under the counter, rubbing his head. If looks could kill... but his expression changed when he realised who it was.
"Yazz!" Carl grinned, leaning across the counter and giving me a painful one-armed hug, "What brings you to my humble domain?"
I fluttered my eyelashes, "Do you happen to have the new My Chemical Romance album?"

Carl blinked, "Who?"
"New band from NJ," I said doubtfully, amazed he didn't know. God, I could do his job hands down if it involved being in the know about new bands.
Carl thought for a moment, "Never heard of them. They good?"
I grinned, "They have potential."
"Well if they had potential we MIGHT have their record out back somewhere," Carl stated in a monotone.
"Go look?"
"No."
I smacked his arm, "You're gay."
"Your mum's gay." Carl said, and then disappeared through a door behind the counter to the back room. I sighed and wandered back over to Allie, who appeared to of been watching the conversation with an amused expression.

"So... how's life?" Allie started, "Haven't seen you in about 25 minutes."
"Would anything be new?"
Allie smiled, "I dunno. Weird day's mean weird things."
"You noticed too?"
"Yuh-huh. It's creepy, especially at this time of year. Speaking of which, what time is it?"
I pulled my hand out my pocket and looked at my watch. As I did so, the hand changed to read 4:03pm.

I opened my mouth to answer but suddenly found myself unable to breathe properly, as though a pair of strong hands were wrapped around my neck, stopping my breath. I gasped desperately and spun around, searching for somebody - but there was nobody there. Only Allie, who saw the alarm in my eyes and flashed to my side in a second.
She was talking, I was sure of it because I could see her mouth moving... but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything... normal. Just screaming... screaming.

I didn't know if it was my own, or someone elses.

Whatever this was, it was taking its toll. My vision was swimming as the figures of Allie, Carl and several over customers blurred above me. I continued to clutch at the throat. I choked for air, desperate to live...

Suddenly white hot pain, and the screaming stopped. I raised a hand to my sticky forehead and found myself drenched in sweet. I tried to sit up and face the people above me but found my neck in too much pain. I fell back onto the floor and passed out.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=O I choke with Mikeyyy.
I'm special.
BUT I'M SPARED...!

Haha,, thats SO me and carl XD
I can do his job better...!!
And I'M TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN HIM =]]

I should go to hopsital,,
And get checked out for mental-derangedness =]]
And Gerard should come and visit me 'cuz I haff teh key to revivng Mikey =]]
'Cuz Gerard knows about me and nobody else does.
So haha =]

Foo Foo,,
Over and out.
xoxoxoxox <333
**SxPxF**

[decay;;]

Chapter Three
Yasmin's POV

"Who are you?" I whispered, watching the man before me sway eerily from side to side. He didn't answer, just swayed, looking at his hands as he flexed the strong fingers, his dark hair and Scottish features emblazoned in shadow. Still confused, I gazed at my vignette surroundings, it's surreal mountains and concrete buildings adding to my light-headedness.

The man was still there, his suitcase by his foot, his hands still the point of his attention. I looked at his face and slowly he turned to face me, his eyes staring holes into mine, dead and hard. His face suddenly contorted in anger, and behind him a shadowy figure appeared.

The figure moved one of it's hands into plain view, lacing its long fingers around the man's neck as his face moved to his shoulder, his brown hair falling gracefully into his eyes as if in slow motion. The man continued to look at me and the boy did also, his dark eyes instantly drawing me in with curiosity, interest. Other than this eye contact, however, neither man seemed to acknowledge my existence - the boy turned his head and whispered into the man's ear.

"Father," He said, his voice sounding like a faint breeze whipping through the leaves of a tree, soft and somewhat sorrowful, "Why..."
The familiar feeling of pain flooded back to my neck as the boy doubled up in pain in the same way, both our hands wrapped around our throats as we looked at eachother. We stared into eachothers eyes, realising...

"Yasmin!" Somebody screamed, "She's awake!"
Crashing noises met my ears and faces appeared in front of me. I realised I was lying in white sheets, as my eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden white lights surrounding me. I recognised the faces of a handful of my friends.
I started to speak but coughed. I waited to regain my composure and tried again.
"Who... who's Michael?" I asked weakly. Loz and Zoe exchanged looks of confusion.
"There's nobody called Michael," Allie whispered, watching the others worriedly, "But you're okay now..."
"There is! I swear!" I cried, "I saw him! Michael! Michael Way! He was there... he..."
Zoe sighed, "Yazz, it was all a dream. Calm down-"

The door in the corner whipped open suddenly. Instantly my friends pushed me down as I sat up, trying to see who the newcomer was. I clawed at their hands until they loosened their grip on my shoulders and sat in my bed, staring intently at the man who had entered the room.

He whipped his long black hair out of his hazel eyes, looking around the room before his gaze settled on me. He stepped forward, his pale face become yet brighter as he stepped slowly into the light, removing his leather jacket and handing it to Loz, who took it and continued to watch him.
"Who are you?" She asked angrily, as though he was a threat to her hospitalized friend. The man just smiled at her and turned back to me.

"You're not insane," He whispered as though he had just read my thoughts, brushing my hair out of my eyes, "Michael Way was a real person."
"Was?" I repeated in equal quietness. He nodded solemnly.
"My brother. He's dead. And my name," He glanced briefly at Loz as he said it, "Is Gerard Way."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

MORE!!
MOREMOREMORE!!!
I wanna know Gerard in this ^_^
He's meh hopsital buuudy!!!
=]]

GERARRRD KNOOOOOOWS ABOUT MEH.
Eeehee =]]

LET TEH YAZZNESS AND GERARDNESS COMMENCE
XD
Hopefully =]]

Frankie for Allie??
=]]

MOREMOREMORE,, DOO DOO!!
Do I need to repeat myself??

THAT CHAPTER WAS GREAT.

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxox <333
**spf**

[decay;;]

Chapter Four
Yasmin's POV

I nodded in awe, realising who this person was. The rest of the crowd now gathered, however, merely stood there, gazing at Gerard with suspicion as he pulled a chair from the corner and dragged it to my bedside. I looked up into his face and he looked down into mine, our green eyes meeting. There was a silence in the room, as though all the machinery had been turned down to a low hum, and Gerard's brow furrowed slightly as he maintained eye contact with me, his eyes questioning, inquisitive...

Suddenly the door of the room slammed open and we both looked away. I got a final glance of Gerard's somewhat shocked face before my nurse battered past him, knocking his chair out of the way as she grabbed my wrist and pulled all the wires and drips out.
"Why didn't any of you tell me she'd woken up?" She shrieked loudly, fiddling with the machines. I lay there, watching her bustle around, turning off the machinery, "Those goddamn drips were giving her morphine and she was awake? She's probably high now, for Christ's sake! Out, all of you!"

"But...bu-" Zoe protested as she and the others were pushed out the door. It slammed with such force that the blinds rattled and the nurse turned to me and Gerard, who had managed to regain his posture and scoot back to my side.
"And you, out!" She yelled, moving faster than I thought possible for a woman so large and grabbing his arm, pulling him away. Gerard sighed and, giving me an apologetic glance, pulled a microphone from a pocket of his dull leather jacket and neatly smacking the woman over the head with it. She promptly fell onto the floor and I watched in shock as Gerard picked her body up and laid it over his shoulder, stumbling slightly as he staggered to the chair in the corner and sat her in it.

"Holy shit..." I said softly as he returned to his seat, "Determined not to leave?"
"She was irritating me," Gerard smirked, looking over his shoulder at her hefty, unconscious frame, "As far as they know, she was asleep on the job."
I smiled and nodded, looking back at my wrists, where the marks from the drips still remained. They were deep and scarlet, and looked like they'd been there a while. I stared at them, my mind racing. How long had I been in hospital for? What had happened to me? Why was Gerard here?

He seemed to of read my thoughts again. Gerard leaned closer and lightly placed a hand on mine. I swear I stopped breathing for a few moments, probably because my heart was in my aching throat. His long, warm fingers moved to my wrist and laced around the tiny punctures along the veins. I winced briefly.
"Do you know how long you were out for, Yasmin?" He whispered, not looking at my face. I looked around the room for some kind of clue.
"No."
Gerard's eyes travelled back to mine. I blinked and waited patiently for tell me just how much of my life I'd wasted in this place.
"Well, a coma is a funny thing, Yasmin."
I felt my heart sink back down, "You're not serious? Please Gerard, say you're not serious."
"One month and six days has nothing on Mikey."

"So the date is?"
"1st August 2002," Gerard whispered almost inaudibly, "And now it's my turn to ask you something."
I laid my head back on my pearly white pillows, staring blankly at the plain cream ceiling. After a few moments in which I came to terms with being in a coma for 37 days, I nodded.
"Shoot."
There was a few scuffling noises and I felt the bed sink a few inches. Gerard's face appeared over mine. I shivered violently and looked up into his eyes nervously. What was he going to ask...

"Yasmin. What did you dream about... when you were in your coma?"
I thought for a few moments, reaching into my memory, pulling the thoughts out bit by bit. And I told him. I told him about the beautiful boy named Michael with the marks on his neck and the man with his suitcase. I told him about the surroundings and the looks me and the boy exchanged, how we felt the same. Once I had finished, I looked back up at him. He had tears in his eyes but he was smiling sympathetically, yet almost proudly. He gripped my shoulders and wrenched me from the bed, pulling me out from the sheets and setting me on my tired feet.

"I knew it! I knew he didn't do it! I knew you were the one!" He said excitedly as I watched him with confusion, pulling off his jacket and putting it round me with a warm smile, "Come on, we're leaving."
Gripping my hand and sending a shiver up my spine he dragged me from the room, giving the sleeping nurse in the corner a tinkling wave.

"Let's sign you out of this place."
I looked at the back of his head as we practically ran down the white corridors, "Then what? Where are we going."
He came to a halt so suddenly that I crashed into him, breathing in his warm, paint scent. He stooped slightly to meet my level, his eyes staring excitedly back into mine.
"We're going to find my father."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
Me likes.
'Cept,,
HE KEEPS CALLING ME BY MY FULL NAME!!
MY NAME SUX!!!!!

Haha,, thirteen days till my birthday!!
Thirteen days till my birthday!!
XD

So thats how he found out about me.
My coma on the news,, or something??

All this seems to be coming from my POV ^_^
eehee

So Long And Goodnight!!
Foo Foo Chicken Head No#1
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox <333

PS: MOOOOOOOORE.
NOW.
DON'T CARE IF YOUR TIRED XD

[decay;;]

Chapter Five
Yasmin's POV

"Erm, Gerard?"
We were at Gerard's hotel room opposite the hospital, me sat on the edge of the bed while Gerard bustled around, pulling things out of the tatty wardrobe. I was still in my hospital gown with the leather jacket, looking warily at my new surroundings. The room was awful, with cream wallpaper peeling and brushing along the dirty wooden floor, the moth-eaten curtains blowing in a draft coming from a hole in the wall through which you could see into the next room where two people were... enjoying themselves. Trying to tune out the gasps and yells echoing from next door along with the bangs of the headboard smashing into the wall, making plaster fall from the ceiling, I looked back at my feet.

On occasion, Gerard would look over at his shoulder at me with a faint blush as the sounds next door grew louder and more shrill, clothes flying over his shoulder and landing next to me, where a small case was sat. Finally, he closed the cupboard with a slam and began piling his clothes into the case. I turned to watch him pack away t-shirts covered in writing and pairs of drainpipe jeans and boxers covered in various superheros like Superman, Spiderman and, in particular, a black pair covered in little Batman logos. Gerard caught my eye as he put this in the case and smirked.

"My favourite pair," He grinned. I nodded.
"Mine too," I smiled back and then instantly regretted it, "I mean, err..."
He smiled knowingly and waved his hand aside, "Don't worry about it, I know what you mean."
The lid of the case came down and he laid it out on the floor as he leapt onto the bed next to me.
"So, I suppose you have a few questions to ask, so we may as well get them out of the way before we leave."

I nodded and took a deep breath. He watched me with a smile.
"How did you know when I woke up?" I posed as my first question. His answer was almost instant.
"Your friends, obviously. You can see the hospital from here, right? I saw them climbing the steps talking about you. I knew you were the person I was looking for, and even though I knew none of them, I figured they must of been referring to you. So I followed."

I nodded, understanding this. But it left another door open, and another question.
"How did you know who I was? How did you know I knew about Michael and what happened to him?"
Gerard looked at me, straight in the eyes, making me catch my breath once again. He opened his mouth to speak.
"SHIT! HARDER JEREMY!"
We both stared incredulously at the hole in the wall, were the adventures with Jeremy and his girlfriend seemed to of reached new heights. They were now crawling around on the floor, doggy style. With a slight blush, Gerard moved in front of the gap in the wall. I giggled.

"Well okay... how I knew I needed you... the key was dreams."
"Dreams?" I repeated slowly. Gerard nodded.
"Mikey used to tell me over breakfast every morning... he kept dreaming about a girl called Yasmin, he kept telling me there was something between you two, a link, even though you'd never met."
"I felt like that too. I mean, when I was in my coma and had that dream." I whispered.
"Yeah. So when Mikey... you know, well, I decided if I had to find somebody it would have to be you if I wanted to find out what really happened. So I went into Mikey's room a few days later and found his book."

"A book of... dreams?" I asked suddenly. Gerard looked at me in confusion.
"How did you know?"
"A lucky guess," I answered. He smiled and nodded once again.
"Yeah, a dream book. Where he wrote down every dream he'd had, ever since he started dreaming of you. Now Mikey wasn't much of an artist, but he'd drawn something. You, I thought. He'd written down the things you'd told him too - nothing really obvious, more subtle hints really. But you'd constantly mentioned a place called Reading. So I came across an article on an internet news site for Reading and when I read about your coma and saw the date... that's when I knew."

I took a deep breath, "And... and what happened to Micha... Mikey?"
Gerard took a few paces left to right, moving away from the gap in the wall. The couple were now up against the far wall, and I could only see the mans back. I didn't really want to know what was happening to the woman.
When I looked back to Gerard, he was stood in front of the window, elbows propped up on the grimey windowsill. I walked up next to him and followed suit, wincing as the dust and dead flies touched my bare arms.
"Mikey... my brother... he was strangled. On his prom night. I came home and went to check on him... and I found him hanging... my father was gone and my mother was out, nobody knew anything. But I didn't believe it, couldn't believe it, Mikey would never kill himself... the date of his death matched the date you choked, right down to the exact moment. And ever since that day, my father's been missing."

'So that's what I dreamt about,' I thought, looking back at Gerard. There were tears making his pretty green eyes shine.
"I.. I'm sorry Gerard, I shouldn't of asked..."

"It's okay," Gerard smiled, turning away from the view of traffic out of the window, "Don't worry. I..."
There was a huge bang next door, as though the couple next door had fallen from a ten foot drop. Likely. There was a silence, and the door fell down, snapping clean of it's hinges. A huge dust cloud formed in the room.
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Came the familiar voice next door of the man. Gerard was still stood there with his mouth open, cut-off mid sentence by this outburst. A rosy blush began creeping up his young cheeks like poison ivy. He smiled shyly for the first time in our small space of knowing eachother, and finally prising his eyes away from mine, he walked to the bed and picked up his suitcase.

"First, we're going to a friend's house. You can choose who," Gerard said, stepping over the door and into the hallway, me following him, "And then, we leave."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

EEEEEEK ^_^
Haha,, "our favorite pair" XD
What did I mean,, aye?? XD

And teh Jeremy thing??
LMFEO.

MORE!!
Or I will riot again =[[

So Long And Goodnight...
Foo Foo
xoxoxoxoxoxox <333

[decay;;]

Chapter Six
Allie's POV

I sat in my room, the scarlet curtains drawn to only allow a shred of light to fall on my sketchbook. I tucked a bit of black hair behind my ear as I moved my hand back to my art case, picking up an orange pencil, ready to add some colour to Yazz's hair.

This afternoon, my project was a card for Yazz. I'd been working on it ever since it happened, that day in the record shop, and now listening to my Iron Maiden CD, I was nearly finished. So far it was perfect, each of our faces detailed, every feature illuminated by the desk lamp above my head. So yeah, Yazz was awake. But this is art. Nothing interrupts that.

"ALISON!" I heard my mother yelling up the stairs. Sighing, I put my music on pause and pulled out the headphones.
"WHAT?" I called back, standing up and slouching to the door.
"You have visitors!"
I rubbed my hair back, checked my make-up in the mirror. I looked fine. It was probably Zoe, or maybe Joe. I didn't expect it to be who it was.

"ALLIE!" Yazz yelled, flinging herself up the stairs and grabbing me from behind, wrestling me to the floor. Gerard followed, leaning awkwardly on the shaky banister and admiring the doodles up the walls of the hallway.
"Yazz! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, hugging her tight and noticing over her shoulder the suitcase she'd dropped on her way up, "If you think you're staying the night then..."

"No no no, we'll explain later. I just need you to pack your bags and come with us."
"Us?" I asked.
Yazz nodded, "Me and Gerard. Him," She added, spotting my confused expression.
"Oh. Hey," I said. Gerard nodded in return, his eyes looking into the open door of my bedroom suspiciously.
"You can look if you want." I shrugged, watching as he smiled at me and wandered into my room, "Just don't look in any of the drawers," I called back to him, "It's not pretty."
Yazz grinned and gave me another hug, "Let's go pack your things then."

"What about my mom?" I asked.
"Don't worry about her," Yazz smirked, "As far as she knows, you're coming on holiday with me and my 'brother' here." She gestured at Gerard, who was flicking through one of my sketchbooks. I smiled.
"Oh and Allie, one more thing..." She said, tugging at the hospital gown she was still wearing.

"Bleeding Star, Atticus, Criminal Damage or drainpipes?" I asked.
"Atticus and drainpipes. Throw in some converses."
"You got it."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=O YUSS.
YUSSYUSSYUSS.
I LUUUUURFF IT.

Haha,, Gerard will be a much better 'brother' than Stefan ever will be =P
YAAAAAAAY,, clothes at last ^_^

So,, mores??
'Tis uber-hardcore cool.
'Twill be a shame if we don't get mores =[[

So Long And Goodnight...
Foo Foo
We're Men! We're men in atticus&&drainpipes =P **coughyazzandallieandtashaandzoecough**
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox <33333

[decay;;]

Chapter Seven
Gerard's POV

"Nice boxers," Allie grinned as I opened my suitcase. I blushed and covered them discreetly with a shirt, pretending not to hear as I dug deeper, searching for my wallet as airplanes roared overhead, the sound of voices in the background as people flooded into the terminal ahead of us. We were stood in the trees opposite the airport, the breeze skimming over my head as I crouched, pulling my leather wallet from the case, untangling the chains from my possessions.

I rose and stood up, turning to face the girls. Yazz was now dressed in Allie's clothes, consisting off a black hooded jacket with embroidered guns and a tight pair of blue jeans, topped off with a pair of polkadot converses. All of this was slightly baggy on her due to the height difference between them.
The older was dressed in a black shirt and black jeans, with a dotted bandana tighted around her neck and a red studded belt slipping below her waist. Her feet were cushioned in a pair of white checkered Vans similar to my own grey ones. She had obviously noticed this too and was smiling proudly at her own shoes, while Yazz looked disapointedly at hers.

"So what's happening then?" She said, "What next?"
"Next..." I began, thrusting my hands into my pockets, "We get on a plane. We're going back to America."
"America eh?" Allie grinned, looking up at the planes speeding through the sky with an amused smile. I nodded and looked at Yazz, who was staring at me in disbelief.
"Why are we going there?" I asked.
"Because that's where my Dad will be. Now let's go," I smirked and, reaching into my wallet, pulled out a fistful of dollars. They both looked from me to the money.

"Where did you..." Allie started. I laughed at their shock.
"My Dad left his credit card, what would you do? Now lets get moving!"

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We took our seats, sitting ourselves down with our heads resting on the green pillows, our knees smashing into the drop-down tables as we shuffled past people. Following the numbers on the tickets I had just brought, Yazz and Allie were sitting together, and I was on the end of our row, right next to a very posh-looking woman who scowled down at me with her head held high as I threw myself onto the seat beside Yazz, who smiled at my misfortune.

"Any of you scared of flying?" I asked, deciding I had check best now so that I could prepare for a torrent of vomit. Yazz shakily raised a hand and looked at me apologetically; I smiled comfortingly and put an arm round her shoulders, Allie passing her a sick bag and her inhaler as the plane began to move onto the runway. Yazz clicked on her seatbelt and gulped as the movie screens at the front of the cabin flickered to life.

I stroked her black and orange hair out of her eyes and gazed past the woman to look out of the nearest window, where the ground was beginning to rush away as we sped into the clouds. Yazz held the flimsy paper bag to her face and threw up and both me and Allie rubbed her shoulders comfortingly as the cabin began to level out. Once we were in the sky, I took the bag from her and handed it to the nearest stewardess, keeping my arm wrapped around her.
"Disgusting." Said the woman.

"Excuse me?" I snapped, turning to look at her. She was looking at me over her very turned-up nose, her hair curled back into a bun and her elaborate green dress ruffled neatly into her seat, her face contorted into a look of utter outrage.
"What are you doing to that girl?" She exclaimed, her wide eyes staring at Yazz, who was looking sullenly at the ground, swaying slightly.
"Can't you see she's ill?" I questioned, "All I'm doing is comforting her, is that a problem?"
"Yes it is, young man! She must be at least 6 years younger than you and here you are, romantically involved with her! What kind of monster are you?!"

Allie exhanged a look of disbelief at me and then looked at Yazz, who didn't seem to be listening at all.
"I'm 18, and she's 15!" I shouted, my temperature rising, "When the fuck did I say we were 'romantically involved'?"
"Don't use language like that around me, boy!" The woman shreiked and pushed me away from her as though I was some kind of contaminated animal. I curled up my hands into fists and before I knew it, my knuckles had collided with her sharp chin. She stared at me in outrage and, with a last, distraught look, gathered up her things and strode off up the cabin, throwing herself into another seat several rows ahead and thrusting her head into the air, looking over her shoulder smugly.

I breathed deeply and looked at my aching hands. Yazz had noticed now and when I turned around she was watching me with wide eyes. Next to her, Allie was sporting the same expression. A few other passengers had turned to stare at me too, looking over the back of their seats.

"What?" I said loudly, "She was a bitch."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Haha,, AMAZINGGG!!!
YOO HAD TO ADD MY TRAVEL SICKNESS IN DIDN'T YOO.
Even though yoo didn't know I get travel sick but still...
Haha,, don't mess with an angry Gerard.
He seems to get frustrated ratehr quickly after he gets accused of being "romantically involved with a girl six years younger than him".
Crikey, I'm not that short =[

MOOREEEEEE

So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <33333333