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(A/N Sorry I took so long to update, I wanted tonupdate a few days ago but I've been really busy, and I justbdidn't know where to cut this chapter off. So I finished writing it all of ten seconds ago. So here, have a well due update! Thank you for the reviews :D)

Naren's POV
I sat in my ward, sketching Gerard and Mikey until late at night. The nurses came in several times to tell me to go to sleep, and they set my sketch pad and iPod on the table and switched out the lamp beside my bed. I decided to pretend to sleep so they wouldn't bother me anymore. So I stuffed my iPod under the covers and feigned snoring. And they believed it, and left me alone. I sat up in bed, seeing that it was one in the morning. I plugged in my iPod and switched on Helena. I took out my sketch pad again, and carried on with my drawing of Gerard and Mikey. I shaded in the shadows under Mikey's chin, and captured his friendly grin perfectly. I was totally absorbed in my work, and didn't look up once. I didn't even notice someone come to stand behind me. I finished shading in Gerard's hair, and wrote underneath, 'The Way Brothers' and drew a little heart. I sighed and looked up, startled to see a boy around my age staring at me. I ripped out my ear buds, cutting off Gerard in mid-sentence.
"Uhm... Hi," I say sheepishly.
"Hey, I woke up and saw you drawing, and I was just curious, you looked so... Absorbed. I wanted to see what you were doing. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything," he apologised.
"It's okay, I'm Naren," I say, extending my hand.
He gives it a questioning look. "A handshake? What are you, victorian?" he says, but shakes my hand anyway. "I'm Jason. Nice to meet you." He sat down on a chair and leaned back.
I just stare at him, not knowing what to say. He was the type of boy that would avoid me. He looked like he would be one of the popular kids in school. Messy blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, tall, slightly muscular. Not intimidatingly muscular, but barely even noticeable. He looked good. And then there was me, sitting in a hospital bed, wondering why he was talking to me of all people. I mean, there was that pretty, skinny, blonde girl over their. I'm chubby, fucked up in the head, ugly, my face is horribly pale and I have terrible shadows under my grey eyes. Everything about me is dark. From my hair, to my eyes, to my clothes, to my head. I never intended it to be that way.
"So how did you end up in here?" He asked, looking at me questioningly.
"I... I'd rather not talk about it," I said, ducking my head, so my hair fell over my face.
"Oh... Are you okay though?"
I nod my head and look up, pushing my hair off my face. "What about you, how did you end up here?" I ask.
"I was attacked, stabbed in the side," he says dismissively, waving his hand as though he was telling me he cut his knee.
"Stabbed? Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked, sitting up and leaning forward.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. The guy that stabbed me wasn't exactly determined," he grinned.
"Oh. So how long have you been here?" I asked.
"About a week. I'm getting out the day after tomorrow though. When are you getting out?"
"Tomorrow," I smile.
"We should meet up some time after we get out. Go to the mall or something," he said.
He wanted to be my friend? And go to the mall with me? Or was he after something more than friendship? Oh God, what if he liked me?
"Uhm sure," I smile.
"Great! I look forward to it. I'll give you my number!" he said, grinning. He wrote his number on my sketch pad and drew a smiley face under it.
"Thanks," I say, closing my sketch pad and setting it down.
"So tell me about yourself!" he said eagerly.
"Uhm... I'm fifteen and My Chemical Romance is my favourite band. I also like Green Day, Nirvana, Lostalone, Enter Shikari, The Misfits, Iron Maiden, Radiohead, The Beatles, that sort of stuff. I play guitar and I like to draw and read and sometimes write," I say.
"That's cool. I've heard a few My Chemical Romance songs. They are awesome. I don't know anything about them though. I play drums, and my favourite bands are Green Day and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers!"
I look at him in surprise. "You like Green Day and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers?"
"Of course I do!" He beams.
We talk about music and stuff until about 2am, when I start to yawn.
"You should go to sleep now, you look really tired," he said.
I try to protest, but another yawn stops me in mid sentence. He chuckles and goes back over to his bed.
"Good night, Naren," he called. But it was too late, I was already asleep.
*
I woke up to Amy gently shaking my shoulder, a tray of food waiting for me. I sat up groggily and wiped my eyes. The time was 9am.
"Hey babe! Gerard and Mikey have arranged to pick you up at twelve, after you eat you can go and get dressed in the bathrooms," she smiled, pushing the food towards me. I murmured my thanks and she walked out of the ward, giving me a bright smile. I sigh and push the food away from me, and put my head in my hands, groaning. I don't want to eat. I feel sick, and besides, I need to diet anyway.
"You gotta eat, you know," a voice says. I look up and see Jason, sitting up in bed, looking at me as if I was mad for not eating.
I shook my head and stood up, grabbing my Iron Maiden shirt, black jeans, converse, underwear, toothbrush and make up. I start to walk out, but I was interrupted by Jason.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he called, standing up and walking towards me.
"To get dressed," I say shortly, turning around to walk out again.
"Without eating anything? Come on Naren, you need to eat! What's wrong with you?" he said.
"Nothing, I just feel sick, because I have to do all this social services shit because of my mom!" I sigh, turning back around to face him.
"Social services?" he asked, his eyes widening.
My cheeks flamed and I clamped a hand over my mouth, I run out of the room, ignoring the fact that he was calling after me. I made it to the bathroom and locked myself in a cubicle, immediately breaking down in tears. I throw up a bit, then cautiously unlock the cubicle door to clean myself up. I heard someone coming, so I bolted for the cubicle and turned the lock. I take deep breaths, and get dressed. I slipped my Iron Fist shirt over my head and pulled my black jeans on. I folded the clothes I had been wearing before, and stepped out of the cubicle to do my make up. It was the first time I had really examined my appearance since my 'accident'. Ugly, pale, sunken in face, dark shadows surrounding my eyes, echoes of the nightmares I was having. I get to work on my face, applying foundation to cover the near faded bruise on my cheek, concealer under my eyes. I apply my eyeliner, making my eyes seem bigger and darker than what they are. I smudge it a bit, and fix it up. Deciding I look half decent, I grab all my stuff and make my way back to the ward. The sterile white ward that I couldn't wait to get out of.
I sat back down on the bed and packed up my stuff into my bag, avoiding looking at Jason.
He slowly walked over to me, a little uncertainly, but I still didn't look up. He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for me to raise my head, but I didn't.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded and didn't say a word.
"I don't think you are. If you need me, text me or call me. I don't care what time it is, I wanna know. I know I only talked to you for the first time last night, but you need someone," he said.
"Okay," I said, looking up through my hair at him. Now in the day light I could see that his hair had a few red streaks through it, and he was even more beautiful than I first thought.
He smiled and pushed my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear.
"I want to see your face, Naren," he chuckled.
I smiled half heatedly, playing with the zipper on my bag. He reached forward and hugged me, and I buried my head into his shoulder, throwing my arms around his neck. It had been a long time since I had been hugged, and I was trying to get as many as possible. He stroked my hair, and it felt nice. It felt nice to be hugged by someone, to smell their hair, feel their body heat mixing with mine. We let go of each other, and I smiled contentedly.
He convinced me to eat some of my waffles, which were cold by now, but still delicious. He ate his breakfast too, and we talked in between bites of waffles and syrup and swigs of chocolate milk.
At twelve Mikey walked into the ward, Gerard was no where to be seen.
"Hi, Mikey," I said.
"Hey. You ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah. Where's Gerard?" I asked.
"Oh, he's at Starbucks, we're picking him up on the way back. Do you want him to get you anything?" he asked.
"I've never really had much experience with Starbucks, apart from their hot chocolate a few days ago," I confess.
"What? I'll get Gerard to pick something for you," he said, whipping out his phone to text his brother.
"Uhm... Thank you," I said.
Mikey waved his hand. "No problem. So who's your friend?" he smirked, looking at Jason.
"Oh! Mikey, this is Jason, Jason, this is Mikey. Might I also add that he plays bass for My Chemical Romance," I beamed.
"No Way!" he shrieked, his voice going up like a ballon in pitch.
"Yes Way, you're looking at one right now!" Mikey joked.
Jason gave me a confused look, looking from me to Mikey.
"His surname is Way," I explain.
"Ooohhh," he said, understanding Mikey's joke.
"Gerard's going to get you something from Starbucks. We had better go before it gets cold," he said.
I stand up, picking up my bag, and Mikey takes my guitar. Jason stands up to hug me, and I hug him back.
"Text me, okay?" he said.
I nodded. "Of course."
Mikey and I walked out of the ward, and I gave Jason a wave goodbye. Mikey pressed the button for the elevator and looked at the screen that told us which level it was on. I found myself staring up at him, and his angular jawline, his hair that I had always ached to touch. He was tall and thin, and he no longer wore glasses, as he had just had laser eye surgery. The elevator arrived and the noise of the doors opening snapped me out of my staring session. Once inside the elevator, I find myself staring at him again, and I feel like I might cry. He glanced at me, and looked at his watch, then back at me.
"You're staring at me..." he said.
"Sorry, it's just... I can't believe this is actually happening. That Mikey Way is picking me up from hospital, and we're going to pick up Gerard Way from Starbucks, in Mikey Way's car. Holy fuck, so many girls would kill to be in this position, and they'd be screaming their hearts out at you, and I'm just... Here. In an elevator, with Mikey Way," I said.
Mikey smiled gently at me.
"You're not going to faint are you? We haven't even left the hospital yet," he said.
"No, I'm not going to faint. Don't blame me if I burst out in tears though," I said, feeling tears start to make my vision go blurry.
"Don't cry, I'm just a man, I'm not a hero," he said, quoting Welcome to the Black Parade, sending me over the edge. Hot tears poured out of my eyes, probably sending eyeliner meandering down my face.
"Oh shit. I'm no good with crying teenagers," he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I cuddled into him, and tried to staunch the flow of salt water pouring from my eyes.
"You're doing just fine," I laugh. I take a look at myself in the elevator mirror, and I see that my eyeliner isn't as bad as I expected. Thankfully I don't wear mascara so it isn't as bad.
We check out at the reception, confirming that I had left the hospital. Mikey led me over to his car, and we put my stuff in the boot. He told me to sit in the front, and as I clicked my seatbelt in he handed me a case of CD's.
"Put on whatever you like. Or there's an iPod dock, if you want to listen to something on your iPod," he said.
I really was aching to listen to The Black Parade, but that would probably have creeped him out, so I flipped through his CD collection. I picked The Misfits, as I hadn't listened to them in a while. Helena came on and I sang along quietly.
Mikey glanced at me, and seeing that I was singing along, he turned it up, and sang along with me.
"If I cut off your arms, and cut off your legs, would you still love me, anyway?" we belted out, the car vibrating. A few songs later, we pulled up outside a Starbucks, where Gerard was waiting, holding our coffee. He got in the back of the car, and handed Mikey his coffee. He thanked Gerard, took a sip, and put it in the drinks holder. Gerard handed me mine, and looked at me expectantly.
"Go on, drink it!" he said, enthusiastically. I took an uncertain sip, and burnt my lips.
"Ow!" I shrieked.
"It's supposed to be hot," he said, raising his own to his lips, "So what does it taste like?"
"It would be enjoyable, if it weren't for the burning on my lips," I said.
"Just leave it to cool for a while," Mikey said, starting the engine. I nodded and clutched it, feeling the warmth on my fingers, not burning me thanks to the cardboard thing around it.
Mikey had forgotten to turn the music back on, and I started to absentmindedly hum Stay, a song by these men I was in a car with.
"You're humming Stay," Gerard said, "You like that song?" he asked.
"One of my favourites," I said distantly.
"I didn't think many people had heard it," he said.
"I don't really know," I mused.
We arrived at the Way's house, and I looked at it, my mouth wide open.
"Stop staring and get inside!" Gerard joked. I smiled awkwardly at him, and shifted my guitar case on my shoulder, and entered the Way's house. The house of Way. The amazing house of Way. The magical house of - quit it, Isabelle.
I wondered if and when I would have to tell Gerard and Mikey my real name. And surely my mom would've reported me missing by now, right? Then they would find out who I am, and I might need to go back to live with my mom. Or maybe daddy'll quit the army and I could live with him!
I unsurely stepped into their house, guitar case in tow. Mikey took my bags into his room for now, and none other than Donna Way stepped into the hallway.
"You must be Naren!" she smiled warmly.
I nodded silently, trying to contain my excitement.
"Come into the living room, honey," Donna said, walking into the living room, with me following behind her. She asked me if there was anything I wanted to watch, and I said that I didn't mind. She channel flicked, and came to the crime channels, and Law and Order: SVU was on. She flicked it on, and memories started to flood back into my head. I remembered sitting in my Nanny's house, watching this with her. It was our favourite show. For as long as I could remember, Olivia Benson and Elliot were my favourite characters. The opening theme brought tears to my eyes, and I wiped them away silently, trying to hide them from Donna, but it didn't work. She looked around and saw me wiping my eyes dry, and asked me what was wrong.
I shook my head. "Nothing, it's just this show reminds me of my Nanny," I said lovingly.
"Oh..." she said, obviously not knowing what I meant.
"I used to watch it all the time with her, until..." I trailed off. Even after all this time, I still could barely say the words 'she died' or 'she passed away'. I think I'll always have difficulty saying it.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" she asked sympathetically.
I shook my head and smiled slightly. "It's nice to remember her some times. At times it makes me happy. Most of the time I shut myself off from anything that reminds me of her though," I said.
Gerard and Mikey came back in, joking around like they usually do. The topic of food came up.
"Gerard go make food!" Mikey commanded.
"No way! You do it!" Gerard protested.
"Gerard! You're supposed to be my older brother!" Mikey whined.
"That doesn't mean I have to baby you!"
"Just do it, Gee!"
"No way. You do it!"
"But -"
"I don't -"
"BOTH OF YOU DO IT!" Donna yelled, interrupting their squabble.
They sighed and got up, making their way into the kitchen.
"I'll help," I say, standing up.
"No, Naren, you don't need to," Donna said.
"Please? I mean, making lunch with Gerard and Mikey Way? Of course I want to help!" I beam.
"Okay then..." Donna said.
I skip into the kitchen, where Gerard and Mikey are deciding what to cook.
"Hey Naren," Gerard said, rummaging through the cupboards.
"Cheese on toast?" Mikey suggests.
Gerard shrugged. "Sounds easy enough," he said.
"Cheese!" I squeak.
Mikey and Gerard turned around and gave me a confused look.
"Sorry, I'm a little bit obsessed with cheese... I've always wanted to go to France and just raid them of all their cheese," I admit.
"Most people are obsessed with celebrities or Facebook, and you're obsessed with cheese... Right, got it," Mikey said.
"I'm obsessed with a lot of things. YouTube, Twitter, guitar, cheese, books, Harry Potter, MCR," I said. I said MCR by default, as I always do. Then I realised what I had said, and my cheeks turned scarlet.
But the Way brothers only laughed and carried on with cooking. As Mikey switched the toaster on, I couldn't help laughing my ass off. No matter what, I'm still a crazed fan. I grated the cheese, trying to refrain myself from just taking the block and stuffing it in my mouth. We sprinkled the cheese over the toast and Gerard slid it in the oven, shutting the door after it, and I couldn't help but think of the ending of the Helena music video. Mikey opened the fridge door in search of drinks, and asked me if I wanted lemonade or coke. I asked for lemonade, and to my delight, it was real lemonade. The one that most people don't like because it's 'too sour'. The one made with real lemons, not that sprite crap. Mikey poured out the drinks and Gerard pulled the cheese on toast out of the oven.
"Mom! Lunch is done!" Gerard yelled.
"I'm coming, Gerard, you don't need to try to burst my eardrums to make me hear!" she yelled back.
Gerard sets four plates on the table, and we sit down, and eat the food. The cheese is perfect, extremely mature, just the way I like it. And the lemonade? Delicious. The toast was a little burnt though, but you could barely taste it. I devoured the last of my cheese on toast, and finished up the rest of my lemonade. Gerard and Donna had already finished, and were leaning back in their chairs, talking about some relative. I smiled and picked up their plates, putting them in the sink and turning on the hot water, squirting some washing up liquid into the sink.
"Naren, what are you doing?" Gerard asked.
"The dishes," I replied, adjusting the temperature of the water.
"No, I'll do them. You'll get your bandage wet," he said.
"And? It'll dry," I said.
"But the water might sting your... Your cuts..." he said, tensing up a little. Obviously he didn't like to talk about self harm.
I turned around. "Will you at least let me dry them?"
He sighed. "If you so wish," he said.
I turned the tap off, as the sink was full enough, and stepped to the side. Gerard plunged his hands into the water, and scrubbed the plates, handing them to me when he was done, and I dried them and set them in the drying board. I dried the last of the plates and Gerard pulled the plug hole out, sending the water spiralling down the drain. We went into the living room, where Donna was reading a book, and Mikey was reading a comic. Donna looked up and smiled.
"You wanna take a shower or anything?" she asked, probably thinking my hair was disgusting. I hadn't showered in a week, and I felt horrible, and my hair was so greasy, I felt like some sort of teenage girl version of Snape.
"Yes, please," I said.
"I'll show you the bathroom," she said.
I followed her out of the room.
"Uhm.. Could I have my bag out of Mikey's room?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's Mikey's room there," she said, pointing at white door, lying ajar. She pushed it open and disappeared inside, emerging with my bag in her hand. She gave me my bag and showed me the bathroom, the best shampoo, the nicest smelling shower gel, how the shower worked,and where the towels were.
I locked the door and turned on the shower, setting out a towel for myself. I peeled my clothes off and stepped in the shower. The water sprayed over my head and body, and it felt brilliant. I washed my hair and body, a little cautious of my arm. When I was done I turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body. I dressed in my blue jeans and Green Day T Shirt, and I towel dried my hair. I put my towel in the wash basket and unlock the door, making my way downstairs. I didn't want to go into Mikey's room without his permission, so I headed downstairs with my bag slung over my shoulder.
I walked into the living room and what I saw almost made me scream out loud.
A/N - Thank you for reading! What do you think shocked her when she came back from the bathroom? Tell me! I love you all :D