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Gerard's POV
This is was the first time I've seen Mikey this happy. After Amber gave me her coffee, she sat back down next to Mikey, looking sad about her lost coffee. Mikey handed her his, "Here, you can have some of mine."
She smiled and took a drink from his cup. I gasped slightly at her actions. Mikey never shared his coffee. With anyone, not even me. So why was he being different with her. HMMM..... mystery!
Mikey's POV
Amber stretched her legs across my lap, "So Mr. Mikey, what kinda talent do you have?"
I ran my hand through my bangs, "Um, I can play bass. That's about it."
Gerard looked up from the comics he and Ciarra were looking at, "Don't forget sticking forks into toasters and take heaters into the shower!"
I threw a sock at him, "Shut up! That was only one time!"
"The heater in the shower maybe, but you've stuck forks in the toaster numerous times."
"The toast won't come out, so I have to get it somehow."
I looked over to Amber, who was laughing uncontrollably and holding her stomach. When he stopped, she wiped a tear from her eye, "You can play bass? That's so cool. I really can't do anything."
It was Ciarra's turn to throw the sock, "Don't even start! You know you can sing and do all sorts of stuff!"
Gerard and I turned to Amber, "You can sing? Well let's hear it!" She held up her hands, "Oh no! I'm not singing!"
We all scooted closer to her, "SING! SING!" I removed her hands from her face, "Pwease? Pwetty pwetty pwease?"
Amber looked at me and sighed, "All right! All right, all right, all right. I'll sing, but all ya'll own me big time." I suggested the first song that came to my head, "Misguided Ghosts by Paramore."
She sighed and began softly,
"I'm going away for a while
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes

And run
From them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no road
In fact they follow me

And we just go in circles

Well Now I'm told that this is life
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify,
A broken heart and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on

And run
To them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not, Useless
We are just

Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
We should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me

They echo me in circles"

When she finished, Ciarra looked back smugly, like Amber was her prized daughter. Gerard and I sat in awe, our mouths hanging open. I shook my head, "Amber, that was amazing. Where'd you learn to sing like that?"
She shrugged, "I didn't learn. I was just born with it."
Amber's POV
I found it funny that Mikey and Gerard were speechless. I mean, people have told me I'm good, but speechless? Nope, never happened. I spun around and laid my head in Mikey's lap, looking up at him, "You guys are just saying I'm good. I'm not really."
There was a sharp knock at the door and Gerard jumped and ran to open it. He brushed the hair out of my face, "No, you're really good. I think you have great potential to have a singing career. We should make a band or something."
"Frank?! Ray?! What the hell are you guys doing here?!"