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Alyssa’s POV:
“Holy Jesus guys, its freaking My Chemical Romance!!!” I cried excitedly, while pointing to my favorite band. Thank god they were too busy shielding their eyes away from the mob of paparazzi that were following them inside than to hear me.
“What are they doing at a café in the middle of nowhere?” My friend Rebecca said dryly. “They must’ve spent all their money on pot so they had to come to this cheap place.”
“Shut up their not druggies” I blurted out loudly, I was surprised I could even talk between all my hyperventilating. From the corner of my eye I saw a man at the table next to us crook his eyebrow at me, and then roll his eyes.
“Shhh! Stop talking so loud and get back to drinking your two pump café mocha or whatever that crap is. They suck anyway, so I don’t know what you care so much.” Rebecca replied, obviously thinking the same thing as the man. “I mean, if it was Rihanna then I wouldn’t blame you if you were totally psyched.”
“How can you compare Rihanna to My Chemical Romance? They’re like polar opposites! One’s completely amazing, and well, one, I think I’d die if I had to listen to her one more time”
“I thought you said she was good?” She asked, even though it sounded more like a fact than a question.
“Well I guess I was lying.” At this point my whole body was shaking with excitement; it probably looked like I was having a spaz attack to everyone around me.
Right now I really hated myself, my freaking FAVORITE band EVER was in the room, yet I was just sitting in my seat like nothing even remotely important was going on. Shit! Were they about to leave?? They just got their coffee handed to them. Oh crap... “Hey Bex! Can I PLEASE borrow your makeup! I probably look awful right now and if I plan on talking to them, I need to look my best! And can you distract them for me? Pwetty pwease wit a tewwy on twop?”
“To your first question, no ducking way! For the second one, maybe, but you’ll owe me one!”
“Yeah okay whatever thanks!” I said in a hurry, and then rushed into the bathroom.

Rebecca’s POV:
“Thanks!” That was the last word she said until she ran off into the bathroom. I wonder if I should tell her that there’s a little spot of blood on the butt of her white pants. Oh well, I don’t think anyone will notice. Hopefully not.
Hmm, let me think of the ways I could distract My Chemical Romance. Well, she did say to do anything possible as long as they stayed there. I mean, in a roundabout way.
I ran into where the band was, and jumped onto a guy with shaggy black hair, whom I assumed, was Gerard. He looked exactly like the guy that took up more than half of Alyssa’s notebook, many of which he was surrounded by a million of hearts, x’s and o’s. Not to mention they were all labeled “Gee” in big, bubbly letters. Well, I hope so. If not, hopefully he’s just as popular as “Gee”.

Gerard’s POV:
What. The. Fuck? I don’t know, but some random girl shoving their throat in my mouth isn’t the best feeling in the world. Especially when the girl looks twenty years younger than you, and everyone thinks you’re a total pedophile.
I struggled to get her off of me, but her grip stayed firm. Holy shit she was strong, does she lift weights every day or something??
Apparently Frankie is finding this very entertaining, because he won’t stop whooping and hollering. Too bad this girl’s pinning my arms down, or else I would’ve flipped him the bird.
Gross, did this girl have spinach or something in her teeth? I don’t know, but I feel like I’m about to hurl. If I’m lucky maybe it’ll get in her mouth. Ah shit now I feel awful for saying that about a fan. But when a random girl pins you down for a make out session, that’s not exactly the most pleasant feeling either. Finally, after about ten whole minutes of total hell, she got up and brushed herself off.
“Humph,” She said, in an obnoxious tone. “You’re not a very good kisser.” And with that she walked back to her table, half of the paparazzi following her and half still on me.
“How was it?”
“Who is she?”
“How young is she compared to you?”
Tons of people were holding microphones to my mouth, and others were snapping photos of me. On a normal day, I would just waved and smiled to the camera and gone on my way. Even though I hated the paparazzi, I knew it was part of my job and that I couldn’t do anything about it. But today I cracked.
“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Face!” I screamed, while my head was still pounding from the adrenaline rush. I was completely flustered, and the girl who had kissed me must’ve taken it as a good thing, because when she strutted out the door she stopped by to give me a peck on the cheek. How sweet of her to do such a thing, I thought, while rolling my eyes.

Alyssa’s POV:
Outside of the bathroom I could hear people screaming and yelling, but it didn’t even cross my mind what was happening. I just figured that the paparazzi decided to be extra loud today. Well, not extra loud. I guess their always this loud I just never noticed. Well, I’ve never been next to the paparazzi so I guess I couldn’t notice something I wasn’t even there for. Oops, I’m starting to ramble now aren’t I?
I needed to focus now though; Rebecca could only stall for so long until they decided they really needed to go. Oddly enough, as I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but to see a familiar blue, spiky hair-do with streaks of white come out of the bathroom stall from behind me.
“What are you staring at?” The familiar voice said, it was thick with annoyance. Even if I hadn’t recognized her hair, the distinct voice would have given her identity away. It was Eliza Cuts, Gerard’s evil ex girlfriend.
“Uhh…” I stammered, thinking of something clever to say back. But, just like always, I couldn’t think of anything.
“Get out of here, I need my privacy.”
“Well I’m sorry that the world can’t cater to your needs all the time.” I replied, sarcasm dripping from my mouth. It felt good as I said it, I don’t know why but it just did.
“Are you trying to mess with me? Trust me, you won’t be so happy when you end up crying on the floor.”
“Oh please, I could take you on any day.” Wait... pause that. What did I just say to her?? Ah shit. I’m screwed now.
It wasn’t until after I felt a large surge of pain and dizziness did I realize she had punched me right on the nose. I could see it gushing out thick, red blood; the stream got heavier every millisecond. And no, I wasn’t just being dramatic. I frantically ran out the door, not really thinking about its long term, because, moments later, I was sprawled on a stretcher, passed out.

Gerard’s POV:
Huh? Is that Eliza? What’d she do to that poor kid? And I thought she moved to California anyway, that’s why we “had” to break off our engagement.
Oh shit, she’s coming over to me now. I don’t even know why I care about this so much when there is a girl that might be DEAD because of her. C’mon, why won’t my brain stop all these self absorbed thoughts?
“Hey Gee,” Eliza said, apparently trying to sound sexy. “Look, I’m sorry for what I did before to you, it was wrong. So I’m going to make it up to you. We’re getting back together.”
What? Now she expected me to go with her, like I was a little chew toy to her? How did I even like this daughter of a female dog to begin with? What a self obsessed jerk. Maybe she and Bert should get together, they’re one of the same.
“What did you do to her?” I asked, enraged.
“The girl asked for it,” Eliza smirked. “I just gave her what she wanted.”
“C’mon, don’t tell me that. I know it’s not true. You know , she’s probably gonna sue you now. Trust me; you’ll be screwed and asking me for help, which I’m not going to give.”
“No, Hun, trust /me/. You and me are gonna be just fine, together.”
“We’re not getting back together.” I replied, with my teeth clenched. ‘I would rather kill myself than be with a bitch like you.”
“You’re saying that now but soon you’ll regret it! And I won’t be coming back!”
“Yeah yeah whatever just go.”

Frank’s POV:
Wait, who’s that girl talking to Gerard? Holy crap, it’s Eliza. Didn’t she move, and break up with Gerard? Now she’s just twirling her hair and giggling while talking to him. Was she flirting with him?
Oh good, he’s pushing her away now. It’s nice to see that he’s finally seeing right through her. If only he was able to do that five years ago like the rest of us, he wouldn’t have been hurting so badly when she broke up with him. That girl was a total brat to begin with, but he didn’t even notice it.
But anyway, I got past the fact that Eliza was trying to rekindle their relationship then ran over to the stretcher, and tried to get a good look of the girl on it. She had thin black hair just under her shoulders, and she looked as pale as Gerard.
A man behind her was carrying thick black and white glasses, which resembled Mikey’s old ones. I assumed they were hers seeing as they were cracked, most likely from hitting the café’s wooden floor.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and then a big buff looking guy saying "Are you her family? Do you want to go in?"
"Um, yeah, thanks." I lied. He apparently didn't notice the uncertainty in my voice, because he just walked over to the door and gestured me into it.







A/N: I have NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING against Eliza Cuts OR Bert McCracken, and I don’t really know either of their true history with Gerard. It just fit in with the story. So don’t think I’m trying to diss either one of them in real life, because I’m not. In fact, when it comes to Bert I’m a huge “The Used” fan  And, well, I’ve never heard of Eliza except for she was Gerard’s girlfriend/makeup artist (I think?) or something like that. I mean, she might be the nicest person on the planet for all I know. (Honestly, I’m not even sure if Gerard broke up with her or she broke up with Gerard, and I don’t know the reason behind it. I used to like a year ago when I was totally obsessed with them 24/7 but now I forgot all of that important information lol.) So yeah.