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The next morning, I woke up next to a lump of sheets and a pillow. Gerard had apparently gotten up early... Which wasn't really wasn't his thing. Being called Emo-pants came with being called lazy-ass. I guess it's just the stupid thing we had running in the Mafia.

I headed downsairs after stretching out my sore legs(and rummaging through Gee's drawers to find somehting to wear), and warmly greeted Donna when I stepped into the dining room. How nice of her! She'd already started to make eggs.
Though they were freaky eggs that gave you that bacon smile. I NEVER liked those, for some reason..!

"Oh! That's right." Donna laughed, hitting her forehead as she served me that weird smily face. I screwed it up with a fork as SOON as I could. I don't like food that can stare back at me. "Gerard said he had to leave early to meet some friends. I think he's at school, already!"

...Friends? Okay, I know I managed to turn mister Emo-pants, lazy-ass and all-powerfully-insociable into someone presentable to the public... But I mean, Gee, have friends OTHER than the band? Please, Donna was smoking way too much good stuff on that one.

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I was getting ready for one of the last few days of school, making the knot in the tie when my cellphone rang. I didn't really mind much, but after I realized it just WOULDN'T stop ringing, I shrugged and picked it up.

"Fye?"
"...Mikey? The fuck? I thought you were-"
"Can you come at school? Like, now?"
"Dude, you sound like you saw a ghost or something. What'S wro-"
"Gee's fighting. And it's turning bad. For HIM."
"...Fuck, who is it?"
"Three jocks."
"WHAT THE FREAK?! You guys don't KNOW enough to do that!!"
"Just hurry!"

I swore loudly and hung up and ran down the stairs(more like jumped over them), not even bothering to tie the three top buttons from my shirt, or putting on my jacket. it was too hot out, anyways.
I ran, faster than EVER. Even faster than that time in the woods. Motherfuckers, SOMEONE was gonna die today! And it was NOT me, or ANYONE I loved. Or cared about dearly. I almost ran into some fatso when I rounded the corner to school, too.

"Been waitin' for ya girly." He rumbled, pulling my tie and reeling me in. Almost choked me, and probably WOULD have, too, if I hadn't:
-Kneed him in the balls
-Punched his face in.

"That for fucking thinking I'm a fag, you fucking MORON!" I yelled, catching the attention of the sons of a bitch who were trying to kill Gerard.

...Damn. Bruised lip, probably fractured his jaw, blood dripping from his head... But, good thing was that the three other guys seemed just as bad. BAD thing was HE was on the ground, not them.

"Fucking FUCKTARDS!" I screamed again, throwing my backpack to the ground and running up to them, my fist MORE than ready to break a few noses.

The first punch flew. To my stomach, making me double over. though, when I fell to the ground, they all mistook it for a chance to kick me. What I did? Jump to my feet and kick fatso #2 in the gut, while pulling out something I'd made a few months back. In cases of EXTREME emergencies.
This seemed like an emergency. Right?

I pulled out a think tube from my back pockets, pushed the little button on the side, and SWOOSH! Big titanium staff. To WADS of cash and HOURS to make, but Bob and I had managed.

"Hoh fuck!" One of them growled, but stayed there. Idiots. They'd learn never to fuck around with my friends. And boyfriend. Same thing.

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"...and that's why we.... Mister Way, Miss Belmont, you both are late." The history teacher chastised, but neither Gerard not I were really in the mood for anything.

I just slammed a not from the school nurse on his desk, and he and I both took out usual places. As the class started again, people were whispering and passing notes here and there, rumors already starting to fly around.

"Shit, what the fuck were you two out in? A tornado?" Frank asked, leaning in on his desk.

"Some crap like that." I shrugged, flipping my notebook open. Man, my parents would talk the crapping boredom out of me this afternoon!!

~~~~~~~~~*~

"You can go on the tour... ON ONE CONDITION! You have to stay away from strange people, stop fighting, don't smoke or inhale OR inject any illegal substances, call every day or two, and NEVER go out with someone you don't know!"

"THAKN YOU SO FREAKIN' MUCH!!!!"

"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!"
"Fye, stop squealing. It doesn't suit you."
"STFU Brandon!! I'm too fucking HAPPY to NOT squeal and be hyper!!"
"...You started smoking again, right?"
"-exhales- What makes you think THAT?"
"Girl, I can almost SMELL the smokr through the phone."

I laughed nervously and smothered my ex-lit cigarette in the edge of my bedroom window, looking out at the park. But mostly at the leaves of the lilace hiding everything from my view. YAY over-pivacyness.

"FYE! RAY AND FRANK ARE HERE!!" I heard my brother call, shrugging and growling into the phone.

Brandon laughed and ORDERED me to call him at least twelve times a day, before hanging up. Did I mention we were June and and that it was the day we left for the tour?

I giggled to myself, shrugged, shook myself up and snatched my two bags before heading for the front door. I hug my parents tightly... And even hugged my brother(who's six years older than me, so, 23 at the moment). Who actualyl RETURNED my hug.

"HOLY COW it'S a sign of the apocalypse!!" Frank gasped, reffering to the way my brother msiled when he hugged me.

"Yeah, that's what Gee said the first time we met. So much for the end of the world, huh?" I laughed, walking outside and waving back at my parents.

THAT, my friends, was the beginning of My Chemical Romance's FIRST two-month tour. And I was a part of it.