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Sorry to the Asswipe that had a fit when I spelt Mikey's name wrong, I have reposted this with the correct spelling. HAPPY? For everyone else reading, I'm borderline Dyslexic, so please don't have a go at me if something is wrong, it's difficult for me to edit it.

I’m sat there on this stupid mother-fucking plane with nothing to entertain me. Me being a COMPLETE idiot, I did not realise I would get bored on a fucking SEVEN hour plane journey from England to New Jersey. So me being me, I left my sketchpad in my suitcase. Fuck. I was only two hours in and was already out of ideas, I had counted the amount of seats in each row, how many air hostesses there were, how many people were wearing hats in the whole cabin, how many empty seats there were… the list goes on. I had my iPod, but the battery was already dead. I knew it wouldn’t last all SEVEN mother-fucking hours, but I gave it a fucking shot. Have I mentioned I say Fuck way to much for a lady that has just come out of Cambridge? Let me introduce myself. My name is Roxanne Rose Griffin. I’m average height, although I have never bothered to work out exactly how tall I am. I have long brown curly hair that brushed past the bottom of my rib cage. Although I’m not exactly fat, let’s just say, I’ve got curves; which, I actually don’t mind. I wouldn’t call myself pretty; in fact, there’s never a day that I look in the mirror and like my refection. I have a boring face and I’m sick of it. The only thing I like about it is my eyes; they are a sort of glowing amber-yellow-ish colour, the kind you could see in the dark. I like them because they are different, they aren’t boring brown, nor are they cliché beautiful blue; just, different.
Although I have been told I’m pretty by my mom, I’ve never believed her. ‘Coz what mom wouldn’t say that to her daughter?
Born and raised in New Jersey. But my Mom wanted a better life for me and, much to my disappointment and nagging, sent me off to be educated in England, but we both knew I would only come back to her the second I was finished. But seeing as I had flown over there for her funeral three years ago, that didn’t come true.
Oh shit I needed coffee.
Coffee is oddly the only thing that could make me either completely hyper, or really really tired. So it’s kind of like a game of Russian roulette.
But it was a chance I was more than willing to take, if it meant there was a possibility I would get there even faster.
So I pressed that damn button that summoned the woman that would bring me coffee, and within minutes, I was poring down my throat.
My Mom left me the house, but I hadn’t been in it since the funeral, and to be honest, I didn’t want to.
That’s why I’m staying with my second mother as a child. Donna Way.
She was my Mom’s best friend, and I hadn’t seen her since I was fourteen.
She is also the mother of my two childhood best friends, Mikey and Gerard.
I never liked being around girls anyway.
Donna had gotten me a job for the record company that the boy’s band was signed to. Apparently the were a big deal, but I had never herd of them until Donna told me about it on the phone on the way to the airport, so I didn’t really get to look them up.
But I trusted her word and was glad I had an income to pay Donna back for me staying there and so I didn’t have to rely on her or the guys if I needed anything. As much as I love her, she’s not my blood mother, and I don’t want to feel like I owe her anything.
Soon enough, the coffee was making its way through my system, and I was working the way I had hoped it would, and I could feel myself being claimed by sleep, and knowing I would only be getting the Way household even faster…

Before I knew it, I was woken up by the sound of screeching tyres that told me the plan was landing. I was home.
After colleting my suitcase and weaving my way through a sea of people, my eyes set on the ones owned by one Mrs Donna Way.
I through myself at her before She even recognised me. But she returned the hug never the less, before letting me go and holding me at arms length to study me.
“My god Rox you’re completely gorgeous!” she exclaimed, before pulling me in for another tight embrace. “It’s going to be difficult keeping the boys off of you!” she muffed into my neck, mid hug.
“I’ve missed you so much!” I returned with my face in her hair tiers slowly wetting it... Bless her! She’s smaller than me now!
We pulled out of the embrace and started walking towards the car.
“You haven’t told them have you?” I asked Donna as we drove off to the house of Way. The plan was to surprise them to see if they even recognised me. Donna and I even made bets as to who will be the first; but of course, we both ended up deciding it would be Mikey. He was always the clever one.
“Of course not! I can’t wait to see their faces when they see you! You’re stunning! And they haven’t seen you in over eight years! You have grown up so much. And they have missed you so much to.” I was glad to here they even still remembered me, eight years is a long time when your growing up.
Soon enough we were pulling up into their drive. The boys weren’t home yet, so I had time to unpack for the time I was staying, until I was of on tour with the boys! That should be fun.
I got out the car and got my case of the trunk, before looking back over the small suburban house, and felt the memories fuddling back to me. The messing about in the back yard, pretending to be digging for gold under Donna’s old rose bush. –we ended up killing it- only to have her send us to bed with no cookies. That was the extent of her punishment, she loved us so much. Far more than my mother ever did. I remember our late night sleepovers, mattress tents and torch lights of course. I even remember the night we started talking about girls and cooties (them forgetting I even was a girl, although, I sort of forgot too.) when me and Mikey were eight, Gerard being ten at the time. And none of us had ever kissed anyone before, it was then that they realised, I was in fact a girl. So it ended up us all being each others first. Not the boys of course, But Gee and Mikey both kissed me at the same time, both claiming half of my lips. Us being so young, it ended up with a couple of “ewww”s on mine and Mikey’s part, and Gerard being a little more mature about it simply wiped his lips off with the back of his hand. We all ended up giggling about it and sneaking upstairs (Gerard’s bedroom was and still is in the basement) to get more cookies. We sure liked our cookies.
Donna snapped me out of my daydream, and soon I was walking into the house that I spent far more time in, than I ever did my own home as a child.
I left my belongings in the hall and I explored the house after eight years.
The carpets were the same, as were the curtains, the couches and the lamp shades.
The house was always beautifully decorated but it was covered in more photo frames, but I decided not to look at the pictures, I wanted to see the boys for the first time in person. Soon I went snooping around the house, spy style, just like I did as a kid. I explored the house, leaving out the boys bedrooms. That would be rude.
HA who am I kidding, I was saving the best till last!
Soon, I found my self outside Mikey’s room, and I explored, keeping up my spy act, we never had any privacy, so I was indeed looking through EVERYTHING. His CD collection, (he has very nice taste I might add) his horror movie collection, (like he ever owned anything else.) soon, I found myself stumbling across something I really didn’t want or expect to see from the innocent little Mikey I remembered. His porn mag collection.
True enough I didn’t get to see him grow into proper adolescent, but it just caught me off guard.
I was definitely going to mention this later to him.
Soon I found that I had seen everything, and now it was time to snoop off to the darkness below that was Gerard’s room….
Him being sixteen when I was sent away, I got to see more of his character, and well, I always new he was a bit dark, hell he didn’t even have a window in his room! Well, he did, but he covered it in duct tape when he was fourteen.
I was rather exited to see it what he had done to it since I left.

But my decent to the groggy unknown abyss below was faltered, by a knock on the door.
I knew that knock.
The boys were home.
Donna ran to let them in (they had been on tour for the past three months and she was exited to see them), so I was still standing at the top of the stairs facing the front door. This was not how we planed but oh-well!
I decided to run back to Mikey’s room and wait until he came to put his luggage straight away (he was always organised like that) but that’s when I realised my luggage was still in the hallway, one of them was bound to notice, and well, it was probably going to be Mikey. Donna covered and told the one of her old friends was staying for a wile and they didn’t bother to intervene, little did they know they were old friends with this person too.

Once again, sorry to that dickshit (You're gonna have to get used to my language, sorry) and sorry if it was boring, I'm just setting the scene.