Would You Trade That Heart Of Gold For A Minute In My Skin?

I don’t know how long I was asleep for, but it mustn’t have been for long. I woke up steadily, not scared from my nightmare, almost relieved. There were details I had forgotten when Sammy was born, but I remembered them now, which was sort of comforting. 

I was still wrapped around Sammy, but she was fidgeting a lot, and sweating. I sat up, feeling her forehead, which was burning hot. “Oh my god.” I quickly pulling the blankets off her tiny frame. I scooped her up into my arms. “Sammy, honey. Can you hear me?” Her eyes opened, but her pupils were distant and glassy. “Sammy, baby?” I said, tears emerging, touching her flustered cheek. Her eye-lids fluttered, and they shut.

“Oh fuck. Help! Everyone get the fuck up! Now!”  Liana emerged out of our room as I raced downstairs. “What is it?” Then she saw Sammy in my arms. She knocked on everyone's door, pulling them out of bed until they all came downstairs. “Right, I’ll call Pete.” Haley said, picking up the phone. I nodded, still cradling the sweaty Sammy in my arms. “He’s not fucking answering!” Haley yelled, slamming the phone down.

“Call Patrick, he might still be up.” Liana suggested, putting a wet towel on Sammy’s forehead. Haley dialled his number and he seemed to answer straight away. “Patrick, its Haley. Listen... Yes I know it’s late. But Sammy, something’s wrong... Please. Okay.” She hung up. “He’s on his way.” Nicole ran up the stairs and grabbed all our clothes so that everyone could change. “Grace, give me Sam so you can change.” Jenn suggested, I shielded Sammy, refusing.  “I don’t need to change.”

Alison raised her eye-brow as she pulled on her trousers from yesterday.  Sammy muttered something. “Sammy, what is it honey?” I asked. “Mommy. I...want my mommy...” I couldn’t answer, choking on my words. Liana glared at me. “She’ll be here soon sweetheart.” Liana answered, nudging me.

There was loud knocks coming from the door, so Alison ran to the door leaving it open for Patrick. He rushed in and felt Sammy’s temperature. “Shit. Let’s get her to hospital.” He said, ushering me outside. Everyone followed as I sat in the back with Sammy still in my arms and Liana beside me. Alison and Haley were also in the back but Jenn and Nicole were squashed on the front seat.

We got to the hospital in record time thanks to Patrick and his reckless driving. I kept Sammy securely in my arms as we raced into the Emergency unit. “Help her, please. Someone.” I cried as nurses surrounded us. One nurse stole Sammy from me and took her back into the cubicle.

I ran after them, tears flowing down my cheeks. The nurse laid her down on a bed and felt her forehead. “How long has she had this temperature?” I was hyperventilating but tried my best to answer. “I woke up and she was like this. I... don’t... know.” I was sobbing as doctor’s rushed in and took over the nurses, sticking needles in and out of Sammy, taking blood away for tests.

They ushered me away, sending me to the waiting room. Patrick rushed up to me and hugged me tightly. “Pete’s on his way. I promise.” I nodded into his chest, looking in the direction of Sammy’s cubicle.

We sat down in the waiting room, scared to death for that young girl lying in the hospital bed. Patrick had in fact called Pete and he and Ashlee were coming in.

On that thought, Pete rushed into the waiting room. “What’ve you heard?” He asked me, bending down to my level. “Nothing yet Pete. They should tell us something soon.” Patrick answered for me. Pete rubbed my arm, noticing my tears.

Ashlee was sobbing into Nicole and Haley while Liana was trying to comfort me. Alison and Jenn were sat down, biting their nails. There was a small tap on the door and a small nurse entered the room. “Is Sammy’s father here yet?” Pete looked up and raised his hand. “And her mother?” Pete looked at me sympathetically as Ashlee spoke. “I’m her step-mother.”

“I’m afraid Sammy is very ill. It’s... childhood leukaemia which has affected her bone marrow.  She will need a donation from her immediate family.”

“So her parents?” Pete asked, glancing at me. “Yes, that’s correct.” 

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Grace pulled the chair out and placed herself next to Patrick, putting her hand over his tense knuckles. “Patrick, baby. Look, I’m sorry if it seems I don’t care, but I do. I’m scared that this baby...” She his hand along with his on her stomach. “May not be alive, and that kills me. I’m just a... failure.”

Patrick shushed her, wrapping his arms around her. “Honey, you’re not a failure. You didn’t know about it, I’m just scared about losing it.” She nestled into his shoulder, sniffling quietly as she cried. “I don’t want to lose it either! It’s part of you and if it died, I... I don’t know what I could do.” Patrick took her tearing face between his hands and wiped under her eyes. “I’d still be here. Melody would still be here. Freddie will still be here. We’d all still love you.” She smiled, wiping under Patrick’s glassy eyes. “I’m scared though.” He nodded. “I know baby, me too.”

He kissed her lips lightly. “What if it is alive? He or she in there?” She asked, looking down at her stomach. Patrick chuckled. “Then we’re going to have to post-prone the wedding unless you don’t mind walking down the aisle pregnant.” She shrugged. “I don’t care, as long as I get to marry you.” They kissed again, Patrick’s hands over her stomach just minding her wound. “Anyone in there?” Patrick asked, tapping her stomach. Grace sniggered and put her hands on top of his. “I’ve just had a thought.” He nodded, still rubbing her stomach slightly. “If they are alive and bouncing around in there, we need to decorate the other spare room.” Patrick chuckled, wrapping her up in hug.

“Auntie Laura, what were mommy and daddy talking about?” Melody asked as Laura tucked her in. She smiled. “Mommy and Daddy problems sweetheart, mommy isn’t well still.” The young girl nodded, her features confused. “Are you staying with us Auntie Laura?” Laura smiled, ruffling the child’s gingery blonde hair. “I have no plans on leaving yet. I will have to though some time.” The child frowned, but quickly settled. Honestly, Laura didn’t want some time to come. She was happy here, at home. Things with Alex hadn’t been great for a while now, since he kinda cheated on her about a month ago. Laura smiled and pecked Melody’s forehead before leaving the room. She walked straight into Joe. “Sorry Joe.”

He shrugged and held onto her arms, keeping her steady. “It’s alright.” He caressed down her arms before letting her go. “I hope they’re going to be okay.” Laura thought aloud. Joe nodded. “They’ve been through worse. They love each other enough to get through anything.” Laura nodded, leaning against the wall. “Yeah, they love each other a lot.” Joe leant against the other side of the wall. “Anyone special in your life at the moment?” Joe asked, praying for a no. “I have a boyfriend, but we’ve been going through a very sore patch for a while.” Good enough. “Sorry.” Laura smiled. “It’s okay. I’m thinking of moving around here so I can keep Grace company. A fresh start and all that.” Joe nodded. “Can I ask why you want to leave your home and come here?” Laura chuckled, but shook her head. “It’s hard to talk about I suppose.”

“So he cheated on you when you thought you had found the perfect guy?” Laura sighed at Joe’s rationalism, but nodded all the same. “My boyfriend, Alex, he’s a model and musician. He was away, supporting this English band call YouMeAtSix and he... met this girl and they sought of slept together.” Laura replied, picking at the sleeves of her shirt. She was already choking up. Joe wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair, encouraging her to cry a little.

“I love you.” Patrick said again as Grace was sobbing on his shoulder and him sobbing on hers. “We’ll get through this somehow. I promise you.” Grace managed to calm herself sown slightly to nod. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be crying over this.” Grace said, wiping under her eyes. Patrick wiped his eyes. “It doesn’t matter baby. You should cry, we’re just people after all.” Grace nodded and took Patrick’s hands. “What time tomorrow?”

“10 tomorrow morning.” Patrick answered, pulling her up so they could both stand. “I’m scared Patrick.” Grace murmured. “I know honey, me too. Me too.”

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^^ Mine's Dance Hall Drug: BoysLikeGirls or High Hopes In Velvet Ropes: The Cab ORRR Catastrophe: FTSK

Okay, as you guys knew, it was my birthday a few days ago and on that day, I sent in a question to something called 'The 5.19 Show.' Basically, it airs online at 5.19pm. It the greatest. And on my birthday, BoysLikeGirls were answering questions. I sent in 'BoysLikeGirls are on today, on my birthday. I was just thinking what is better or worse about the UK fans compared to your home crowd in America? Love you guys, can't wait to see you again. Love Gracie xo'

Now, I came home yesterday and logged and waited for it to start. They said they were going to gove a little snippet of the questions so I watched Martain (Guitar, Lead Vocals and Guitar) and Paul (Lead Guitar) introduce themselves. The first question went a little something like this.

'BoysLikeGirls are on today, on my birthday. I was just thinking what is better or worse about the UK fans compared to your home crowd in America? Love you guys, can't wait to see you again. Love Gracie xo'

They answered my question first! I was estatic, jumping up down when Martain said my name, that I kinda missed the answer first time around. I waited for it to go offline show I could watch it again (They save them all.) so I watched his answer and his glare is just beautuiful. I was hyperventlating.

Then, this girl who was birthday it was as well asked them for a autograph, and she got it. Then at the end of the clip, the presenter Tom said 'That wasn't the only birthday celebration and BoysLikeGirls gave another birthday shoutout.'

It went back to the clip.

There was Martain singing HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TOO ME!

I squealed big time.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/switch/the519show/index.shtml?message=sent

^^ Watch it yourself. It's about 6.00 minutes in. :)

*It's my birthday today! All my friends keep saying. 'You're going to be legal!'

I don't care about that.

I'm seeing Cobra Starship! Ahhhhh!*

:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

I'm just a face for every picture,
A smile for your scrap-books,
And a story to be told, and told, but I'm
But I'm loving every second
So commemorate this hour,
As the last I spend regretting what I have.

After Rian and Zack came down, espeically after hearing Jack we started watching a old movie. I can't remember the name, but it was a classic boy movie with guns, action and half-naked women. I believe it was James Bond. I got kicked off the bed so all the guys could sit down while I sat on the carpet, my head leaning on Jack's knee's. This woman came out of the sea, in the slinkiest binki in the world, in extra slow motion. "Jesus, it's like slow motion porn." I mummered.

"How would you know about porn?" Zack asked, kicking my shoulder. "I could ask you the same question." I repiled, standing up. I striaghtened out my uniform  and streched. "I'll leave you guys to be jealous of James Bond." I said, hopping up the stair two at a time. "Jasey! Wait up!" Alex yelled, from the bottom of the basement stairs. "You going home now?" He asked, running up the stairs. I nodded, grabbing my bag. He smiled and slipped on his trainers. "Let me walk you." I beamed and slipped my school vans on before Alex let me out of the door.

Assoon as he shut his white front door, he held my hand lightly. "You comfortable with this?" I nodded and yanked him forward, so we started walking. He was staring at our hands together, chuckling to himself lightly. "What is it?" I asked, exaiming our hands between us. "It's just you have small hands compared to mine."

"What a useless observation."

"I think it's cute."

I blushed slightly, but hid my face with a curtain of my now un-done hair. I heard him snigger and take a few steps closer to me so our hands kept colliding with each other's body, his waist and my hips. We reached my house really quickly, almost to quickly for my comfort. He smiled and looked at me. "You'd better get inside before your mother comes to call me a hooligan again." I giggled and let go of his warm hand, much to my disappointment. "You know what?"

"What?"

"Fuck my mother." I leapt on him, kissing him with every once of emotion I felt for him. He was shocked at first but quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and replied to my kiss. His mouth was wrecking havoc on my mouth, his tongue almost making me wan to faint when I let him inside.

"JASEY ELIZABETH RAE!!! WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

I smiled and let Alex go. "Text me later." He smirked widely and nodded. "Don't let yourself get hurt!" He called as I started running into my house. I wave dhim goodbye and opned my front door, dumped my school bag and looked into my mother's thunderous eyes. "Jasey! I do not want to see you on the front lawn doing that again! How many neighbours do you think opened their curtains to see that!?" My mother accused. "I'm shocked and appaled, do you wan to end up like your cousin Jenna, pregnant at 18? Because you will with behaviour like that!" I sighed.

"I'm going to my room so you can calm down, then we can talk okay?" Before she could answer, I had ran up the stairs and shut my bedroom door. I leant my back against before smiling, remembering every detail of the kiss. My phone started vibrating in my pocket.

'1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: ALEX LOVES JASEY MORE THAN JACK.'

'Hey, hope you're still in one piece. Listen, I was kinda wondering if yu wanted to go out on a date sometime? Love xx'

'Hi, I'm fine. I can handle my insane mother better than most. And, umm, yeah. I'd love too. xx'

'Goodnight then. Love you Jasey. xx'

'Night Alex. Love you too xx'

*Hello there peoples! How are you guys? I hope you like this chapter, I don't much. Love xo*

:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

There's a ghost in this room
I think I'll name it after all of you
And watch it hang over my bed like decorations celebrated
Memories, they came and went in light of all the time we spent
Listening to everything our parents told us not to take in

He kissed me again, still pinning me under him. I just hoped his parents didn't decide to come and check on him, if they came home. I loved the feeling of his lips against mine, it just felt right. He pulled away slightly, smiling. "You're so pretty." Then he latched onto me again, and his tongue started licking my bottom lip so I opened my mouth a little wider. Our tongues tangled and wrestled each other, his hands were moving up my body feeling so they were clutching my jaw, keeping it in place.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging my finger's through his hair. His lips moved down my jaw line towards my neck, nipping around my choker. A moan couldn't help but escape my lips. "Alex." He smiled against my skin, working his way up again to my mouth. "Jasey... I... Oh God..." He said in-between kisses. I smirked and yanked on his tie so we're closer. His hands started going at my chest, unbuttoning one button, then another, then another. I pushed him off.

"Shit! Sorry Jasey." Alex sighed breathlessly. I was gasping for air and nodded. "It's okay, it's just. Too fast, too soon." He nodded, lying down on his floor. "I shouldn't have done that. I forgot about the you being a virgin thing." I kicked him lightly. "You make it sound like a bad thing." I argued. He chuckled grabbing my foot. "Not saying it is a bad thing, just well, unusual around here." I pulled my foot back. "Not everyone has to loose their virginity like a slut, or in your case. Manwhore."

"Well, we all don't have to be nun's." He noted, taping my knee. He looked up at me and smiled. "If Jack was here, his eyes would be bursting out of his sockets." I followed his gaze to my chest. I covered my exposed skin with my hands. "Fuck." I hissed, buttoning them up as quickly as possible. "They're lovely by the way." He said, pointing in that area. "Get lost." I hissed, pulling my shirt down, making sure all skin was covered. "Let me guess, 34 DD?" I flipped him off, crossingmy arms over my chest. "I was right then?"

"Maybe."

"I was right. I'm always good at that."

"Yeah, guessing girls bra sizes is a real talent Alex."

He shrugged and stood up, streching his arms above his head, slightly showing off his pale skin of his stomach. "Mind if I change quickly?" I shrugged, gulping at the same time ming you. He grinned and started unbuttoning his shirt before chucking it on the floor. I was trying not to drool when he smiled in my direction. "Jasey, stop drooling, I'm not something to eat." I closed my mouth and blinked a few times. "Sorry. I didn't realise what I was doing."

"You think I'm hot, don't cha?" He asked, pouting. "Alex, you just fucking made-out with me 5 minutes ago, and you're asking whether I find you hot?"

"Whatever!" And he leapt on me, kissing me.

I heard the door slam upstairs. "Alex! You here!" Zack yelled. The footsteps came closer towars to stairs. "Dude, don't go in there. They could be fucking each other." Jack said. I whispered an idea to Alex, and he agreed. We started moaning each others name, jumping on the bed to make it squeak.

"THEY ARE ACTUALLY FUCKING EACH OTHER!" I heard Jack yell before the door opened.

His face was priceless.

"I thought you two were...." He asked blankly at our clothed bodies, except Alex had no shirt.

"You have a dirty mind Jack."

"Not as flithly as yours Jasey. You two were moaning." 

“Hey, do did the first day of recording go?” Liana asked as she sipped her coffee when we walked through the door. “Stressful.” I sighed, throwing Patrick’s spare key onto the kitchen counter. Patrick went straight for the coffee maker.

“Yes please.” I smiled as I pleaded. He sighed and put more coffee into the machine. “Thank you.” I pecked his cheek. “No problem.” He replied. Everyone poured into the house again, chatting as they went upstairs to sleep. “That was exhausting.” I sighed into my fresh coffee cup. “Hey, it wasn’t so bad.” Patrick comforted, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“I’ve played guitar for about six years, and that was the hardest thing ever.” He chuckled and kissed just below my ear. “I wonder where Pete is.” I stated, looking around the kitchen. Patrick shrugged, resting his head on top of mine.

“Out with Ashlee maybe?” He suggested. I sighed, starting to get up. “I’ll see if Sammy’s awake.” Patrick nodded, grabbing his keys. “I’ll pick you all up tomorrow at eleven.” I smiled as he quickly kissed me goodbye. “’Kay.”  I waved him goodbye as he shut the front door.

I bounded up the small set of stairs and found the open door and inside was little Sammy, sat up, shaking. I knocked on the door quietly and she looked up, alarmed.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s only me.” She nodded as I slowly crept into the room, kneeling down beside her bed. I rubbed her unruly brown hair down, which was thick with sweat. “What’s matter Sammy, huh?”

She gulped and looked at me with wide-eyes. I rubbed her goose-bump covered arms, which were so cold. “Sammy, what’s wrong?” She inhaled and exhaled deeply. “I had a bad dream, and I don’t feel well.” I smiled sympathetically.

“What hurts baby?” I said, standing up over her. “My tummy.” I sat on the bed and hugged her briefly. “Lie down; it will make you feel better.”

She did as she was told and laid down, nuzzling against my waist. “Can you stay with me Gracie? I’m scared.” My body was shaking with nerves but I nodded, hiding my fear with a smile. “What was this bad dream about then?”

I asked, lying face to face with her.

“I saw my mommy in a car, and she crashed, like my real mommy and she died. Then my daddy said he didn’t want me anymore and...” She was about to burst into hysterics.

I soothed her for awhile, comforting her. “Your daddy loves you very much, and will always want you. Even when you’re a silly teenager.” She chuckled lightly, snuggling into my chest.

“What about mom, will she be okay?” I smiled, putting one of my arms around her protectively. “Of course she will.” Sammy managed to settle quite quickly after that.

She looked just like her father when she slept. I stroked her rosy cheeks and fiddled with her tangles of hair. Sometime after just staring at her, I feel asleep as well.

“Okay Grace, I need you to be a good girl and push.” The nurse between my legs said calmly. Where the hell was Pete? He was supposed to be here.

I gripped the railings on each side of my bed, screaming and yelling relentlessly. Someone pulled the curtain back and let Pet. “I’m so sorry, I just got my mom’s call.”

I nodded as he stood beside me. The nurses all gave him dirty glances. Pete seemed to take no notice.

“I’m really sorry Gracie. I should have been here earlier.” I nodded breathlessly. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” He smiled and grabbed my hand.

It took four hours after that before they said it was the final push, and I was in a horrendous amount of pain. “One push, I promise.” The nurse said again.

Pete was rubbing my back when I was pushing and wiping my forehead and hair to get rid of sweat when I fell back down again. I lurched forward and Pete supported my back, telling me everything was okay, how brave I was.

I fell back when I couldn’t push anymore and the nurse smiled, bringing the blood covered thing closer to me. “It’s a girl.” I choked up, breathlessly as they showed her to me. The nurse smiled and took her away, cleaner her up before wrapping her up in a small pink blanket and handing her to me.

As soon as I saw her glittering hazel eyes, I saw her father and quickly handed her to Pete. “She looks like him.” I hissed, lying down. Pete sighed as he stared into her eyes.

“What do want to name her?” I shrugged. “She’s yours now, you name her.” I said, holding back the sobbing that was coming.

“Hey there, little one.” I heard him say. I shut my eyes and hoped that sleep would make the time pass quicker.

“Listen baby, I’m not your real daddy, but I’ll love you forever, like I’ll love your mom. But you can never tell her that. I love your mom very much, but it just isn’t meant to be.”

I gulped. He obviously thought I was asleep. I wasn’t, and I heard him say he loved me.

That’s when I decided I had to cut all strings from Chicago and start again.

All over again.

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I'm excited. :)

*You will not believe how happy I am right now. I'm jumping up and down and won't stop, probably because of the red bull I had but *shrugs*. I'M GOING TO BE A COUSIN! doesn't sound much of a big deal, but it is to me because I have none thus far. I'm so happy!

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Sings About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars

The bell went for the end of the day and Alex immeadatly grabbed my hand. "You sure you can come to my house?" I nodded as we started walking out of the classroom. "Since when are you worried if you get into trouble?" He smiled widely as we started walking, Jack, Zack and Rian catching up with our fast pace. "My house isn't as fancy as yours mind." I shrugged. "I don't care."

"Alex, can we come?" Jack pleaded from behind us. Alex shot him a glance which made Jack back-off slightly. After seeing the lovely Doris again, we headed out of the school campus."So how far away are you from here, because with the amount of shit in my bag, I could fall down at any given time." I sighed, pulling my bag up over my shoulder. He laughed as we started walking.

Jack, Rian and Zack went their separate ways, claiming other plans but winked at Alex when they left. What the hell did these guys know that I didn't?

We walked for a few more minutes, making small talk about school. My life and friends in Chicago. "So who was your best friend in Chicago?" I sighed as we turned down this little corner I hadn't noticed before. "This girl called Laura. We'd known each other since we were babies, and I lived with her for a while." He nodded and pointed to the small house. "This is me." I chuckled as we walked up to the door. "So why did you live with Laura?" I gulped, as he unlocked his front door and stood aside so I could go in.

"Long story."

"We've got plently of time."

I smiled and kicked my shoes off as did Alex. His house was actually really smart inside, which I was expecting. He grabbed my hand again directed me to a pale green door. "And this is what?" I asked. He opened it and I was faced with a small set of stairs going down. He flicked the lightswitch and my jaw dropped. "You have a basement bedroom?!" He nodded. ""Awesome man." I said quietly, carefully heading down the stairs. I heard Alex's heavier footsteps following me as more light filled the stuffy bedroom.

It really wasn't a surprise.

His room was the grey with pales blue splated around then walls. Posters covered the walls, not just of bands either. His bed was unmade and tossled, his clothes were everywhere around me like a sea of discarded jeans and t-shirts. And the occansional pair of boxers. In the corner, was a electric guitar and amp. I raced over to it, kneeling down in front of it, stroking the metallic strings.

"That was weird..." Alex said, raising his left eye-brow. "I love guitars. They're just so beautiful." I sighed, carressing the smooth polished wood. "You should learn how to play." I nodded. "No one I know plays, or is stupid and paitent to teach me." He sat down on his bed, so his feet were prooding my calf. "Why do you think I have a guitar? I'll teach you." I squealed, leaping on him. He started laughing as we starting  tossing around on the bed, fighting who gets to stay on top.

He fucking pinned me. "Get off me Alex." I said sweetly, pouting. He chuckled and let my wrists go.He swung himself off so he was lying next to me. I sat up, and looked down on him. I burst out in laughter.

"What is it Jasey?" Alex asked, sitting up again. I covered my mouth to stop myself laughing so much. "Jasey, what drugs have you taken?" I sat up again, breathing calmly as possible. "Hey Alex?" I asked breathlessly. He nodded, shifting closer to me. "You have a boner." He looked down there and quickly covered it with his hands. "For fucks sake." He hissed.

I was chuckling still while Alex was cursing at his dick. "I'm really sorry Jasey, it has a fucking mind of it's own." I shrugged, laughing still. "It happens. It doesn't really bother me." He sighed and sat back down next to me. "Okay, that's good."

"How embarrassing." He nodded, shuffling closer to me. "Not exactly what I wanted to happen."

"Huh?" I asked, confused. "What did you want to happen?" He inhaled deeply and looked at me and without a few seconds to think I felt his lips on mine, lightly and shyly at first but after a few moments, his mouth was moving with mine as his hands started wrapping their way around my waist lying me down. All my nerve endings were tingling, my body had a mind of it's own, arching and my hands were rubbing up and down his chest.

He pulled his lips away, much to my objections. "That was what I wanted to happen." I nodded, twriling a strand of his blonde hair around my finger. "Was I doing it right?" Confusion glazed over his eyees. "What do you mean?" I chuckled. "You'll laugh at me." He smiled, tucking my fringe behind my ear. "I won't. I promise." I looked away. "That was kinda, my first kiss." I bit my bottom lip. He smiled and kissed me again, lightly. "Well, you are fucking fantasic."

*THEY HAVE KISSED PEOPLE! Haha.*

*Mwhahaha. Chapter 5 already. I know that is isn't keeping to the rota, but I wantd to post this so bad.

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You:: * Alex Gaskarth /*

Let's follow through with this reckless dream
That's tearing me up inside
And all the time we've been so innocent

"I hate you guys." I whispered as we appproached the school campuss. Alex chuckled softly and took hold of my hand for support. I heard Jack laugh from in front of me. "Come on Jasey. It's just a high-school!" I sighed squeezing Alex's hand tighter. "But I'm the new kid coming in the middle of sophmore year!" Zack shrugged. "And you're scared, why?" I gulped and looked up at the campuss. All the kids wearing the same colours, mainly because of uniform, chatting with each other. I took a deep breath. "Right, let's get this over with." Rian chuckled as I gripped Alex's hand and pulled him onto the campus.

"Reception." I gasped, pulling Alex along with me. Jack pushed me, but Rian and Zack hoovered behind me. Alex smiled that toothy smile that made me feel, somehow happier. "Hello Doris." He greeted the older woman at the recpetion desk. The woman sighed. "Mr. Gaskarth, what trouble are you in now?" He leant against the desk. "Aww, I'm not in trouble all the time Doris. That's Jack here." He said, pointing in Jack's direction. "Hey Dotty honey!" He yelled from beside me. "Mr. Barakat, do you want to see the princapal already?" Jack winked and pretended to zip up his mouth.

"Anyways Doris, I have Miss. Jasey Rae here, who's new and needs her timetable." The older woman, Doris smiled up at me through her half-moon glasses that balanced on the end of her nose. "Ah yes, We've been expecting you Miss. Rae." She did some typing on her computer and within seconds, she gave me a timetable. "You'll be in Mr. Merrick's and Mr. Gaskarth's home room. Be careful of them, they're trouble." I grinned. "I can handle them." She smiled warmly. "I'm sure you can. Have fun, just come back and see him at the end of the day." I nodded as Alex started dragging me away, staring at my timetable.

"Alex, I need to know where I'm heading!" I yelled trying to reach up for it as he held it just above his head. "Well, we have all our lessons together, expect I do music when you do... Calculas?"

"What the fuck is calculas?" Jack asked.

"It's maths idiot. Really complicated maths, for smart people unlike you Jack." Rian answered.

"Why the hell would you take maths, after being forced to do it for years?" Jack asked me, linking his arm with mine. "I like it! It's like a universal language for everyone. Plus, I'm quite good at it thanks." I replied. I heard Alex snigger. "You're such a nerd." He stated, ruffling my hair. "No, I'm just smarter than you."

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The home room. I wouldn't let go of Alex's hand when we went inside the room. No one noticed me as I sat down between Alex and Zack so they were hiding me. This older man walked into the room, carrying lots of books and papers. "Hey guys!" He shouted. Everyone nodded in his direction, except for Alex. "Mr. Sanderson, we have a new girl here today!" Mr. Sanderson looked in my direction, pushing his glasses up his nose as he saw me. He clapped his hands and walked over to me. "Hello. How are you then Miss. ?" I smiled. "Rae. Jasey Rae, and I'm fine thanks." He snapped his fingers. "Ah yes, I got a memo about you." I pulled a small crinkle of paper out of his jacket pocket. He unfolded it and read it quickly. "So Jasey, hope you enjoy you're first day." I smiled. "Thanks Mr. Sanderson."

My first lesson was World Geography, which was pretty dull. But the teacher, this old woman who was half-blind called Mrs. Lockwood who just said to sit where I like. So, when I saw Alex tapping the empty seat next to him at the back, I happened to sit there.

Throughout the day, I was always put next to Alex as I was new so they wanted to make me feel as comfortable as possible. Except in English language, my last lesson that day, where I sat next to Jack while Alex sat in front of us. Our teacher, Miss. Grove, was talking about newspapers and the media while Alex was passing notes to me.

'Fancy coming to mine after school?'

I smiled and showed Jack the note. He chuckled and put his thumb up to me.

'Sure. :)'

'See you there. xxx :)'

“Dude, what did the hospital say?” Patrick asked for the third time to his seemingly blank friend. Pete was trying to find the words; it’s quite awkward knowing your best friend that he was going to be a father, again. Even Grace didn’t know she was pregnant yet. He inhaled deeply and turned to his best friend, who had glassy eyes. “The hospital called, they said that you guys need to get in there as soon as because. Shit. Get Grace down here, she needs to hear this.”

Patrick’s knuckles strained as he nodded and stormed up the stairs, carefully stirring his sleeping fiancé. “Sweetheart.” He said softly, nudging her. She stirred and opened her eyes slightly. She was always a light sleeper. “Hey honey. Was I asleep for that long?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Pete wants to talk to you. You up to it?” She nodded and got off the comfortable bed. He hovered over her as she wobbled down the stairs, still unsteady. She made it back into the kitchen/dining room and leant against the counter’s. She took a few breaths before greeting Pete with a brief wave.

He smiled at her effort and walked up to her, wrapping his tattooed arms around her. “What’s so important that I can’t sleep?” She asked with a small smile. He didn’t want to wipe it off but he had too. “The hospital called just now. They need you to go in as soon as.” Her eyes grew wide as her body started shaking. “Did they say why at all?” Pete inhaled deeply.

“For God’s sake Wentz! Tell me what the fuck they said!” He gulped and signalled Patrick to join them. He did and let Pete take his hand and put it on Grace’s stomach on the other side to her wound. “What the fuck Pete? Care to explain?” Patrick asked. “Grace, the doctors did a test on you before you.” He gulped. “Died. They just got the results and it said that you were, kinda... expecting... at the time.” Both Patrick’s and Grace’s features were glazed over with confusion. “Care to explain?”

“Pregnant right?” Another voice questioned. All three turned around to see Laura, in the hall way. “She was pregnant when the guy tried to hurt her?” She questioned again. Grace’s eyes wide, wider then Patrick’s as she watched her two best friends discuss her as if she had died on the hospital bed. Pete nodded and looked at Patrick’s shocked and nervous reaction. That he could handle, just.

Grace’s was worse.

Her eyes were watering, her whole body shaking from shock and nerves; she was gripping the edge of the counters for dear life. “I was not pregnant. I would have known.” She choked, hyperventilating. “You obviously were, I’m sorry.” Pete said. “But my heart...” She put her right hand over her chest. “It stopped. Where does that leave the baby? Is that dead!?” She yelled. Laura ran up to her, cradling her. “Hey, we don’t know that. If this baby is anything like you, it’ll be fighting to see you and their big brother and sister. Let’s not jump to any conclusions hey?” Grace nodded into Laura’s shoulder.

Patrick was frozen to the spot, isolated. He didn’t how to comfort her this time, he didn’t know what to say, or do. He shut his eyes and grabbed the phone. “Patrick?” Grace asked softly, tears shallow in her voice.”I’m calling up the hospital, we need to make sure you’re both okay.” He stated, staring across the room. Grace just nodded slowly and put one of her hands on her belly.

She and Patrick had always thought about having more kids, but after they were married to give all of them a more stable life. But life was never stable with a rockstar as a father and a young mother. Laura was still holding Grace, keeping her calm as Patrick talked to the doctor that had dropped the bomb on Pete only minutes before. They managed to get a quick appointment in for the next day.

Melody and Freddie came back a few hours later with Joe who had offered to take them for the day so Grace could rest. “Joe, thanks so much.” Grace said, taking Freddie from his arms. “It’s okay. I love these kids.” Melody pulled on Joe’s leg. “What is Melody shell?” That was his little pet name for her. “We love you Uncie Joe.” He smiled and ruffled her hair as she joined her mother in the house. “Come in Joe, honestly. We need some energy in here.” He raised an eye-brow but went inside the suburban home.

Patrick, a stern expression fixed on his face was sat at the table ripping little pieces of paper. Laura was sipping what smelled like coffee, leaning against the counter. He smiled in her direction, and she blushed in return. Ever since they met, they had been too embarrassed to even say one word to each-other. “Hey Trick. Laura.” Patrick didn’t acknowledge his presence but Laura smiled widely and nodded. “What’s going on Trick, you lost all your hats or something?” Grace put a hand on his shoulder. “Not a good idea. But someone has to get on with it.” She hissed in Patrick’s direction. “So, our child might be dead inside you and you don’t give a shit.” He snapped. Grace gulped and shut her eyes. “Joe. Laura. Take the kids upstairs.” Joe obeyed by taking Freddie from her arms while Laura ushered Melody up the stairs. “

We need to talk.” Grace said quietly.

“We do.”

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

Inquisitive and thoughtful,
She was the challenge he'd been waiting for
A reminder that creativity runs deep, like secrets
Dark eyed dreamers - they were a dangerous pair
"Q" next to "U", scribbled out on paper

Me and Alex sat in the cart just as Rian and Jack set off. I stood up as soon as we set off. "Sit back down Jasey, you'll overthrow us and we'll die." I shrugged. "You chose to come on with me. You suffer the consequences." He sighed and leaned back in his seat as I stared out into the view.

You could see the bright lights of Baltimore from the top. I could see hill that seemed to run for miles. It was absolutly beautiful. "Alex can you see this view?" He chuckled. "I have before, it's spectacular." I smiled. "Thanks for bringing me out tonight. I've not had this much fun in a while." He smiled as I sat back down next to him. "Thanks for coming. I mean, it takes alot for a person to put up with Jack. And his tendancy to lick people." I shuddered and wiped my cheek again with my hoodie sleeve. He started laughing hysertically.

I looked ahead to the cart that held Jack and Rian. "Hey Jack! Good view?" I yelled, he turned back and smiled at me. Then I saw him stand up. "I'M KING OF THE WORLD! COME TO ME BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OF VICTORIA'S SECRET!" I was laughing so hard that Alex had to tell me that Rian pulled Jack back down, telling him to shut the fuck up.

We finally got kicked off the ride after the carnie's running it saw us standing up on it. "Shit dudes, we better head back." Zack said when we finally returned to him. "Yup, school in the morning." Jack said sacastically. I groaned. "I actually have to wake up now in the morning." I said, leaning into Alex's shoulder. He ruffled my hair from behind. "Now you know how we all feel city girl." I forced a laugh. "I went to school, I just haven't in a while." They all laughed at me as we wlaked to the field used at the car park.

"I'll see you tomorrow then Jack." I said as I was hugging him goodbye. "We'll pick you up on route from Alex's, if that's cool?" I nodded and beamed, pecking his cheek. I did the same with Rian and Zack and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. "I like to take pictures..." They all sighed and postioned themselves around me. Alex leant his head on mine, producing peace signs either side of my head. Zack and Rian were either side of me, pulling stupid faces wile Jack's head was leant on my abdomen. The result was hysterical. "Thanks guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" I yelled, getting into Alex's messy and beaten up car.

"Alex?" He nodded, pulling out of the field. "I mean it. Really. Thanks." He smiled and put his hand on my knee. "It's okay. Really." I think my heart just jumped up my throat. My knee's started shaking so I think he took his hand off my knee and concentrated back on the road. We reached my house quicker than I wanted too.

It was pitch black inside, so Steven, Libby and my mom must be in bed and just left me to sulk. I hugged Alex goodbye before leaping out of the car, going over the the flower climber thingy under my window. I was too short to reach.

I pouted in the direction of Alex's windscreen, and it worked as he chuckled and un-did his seatbelt. "You have to grow in height Jasey. You're so short." He said bending down so I could balance on his shoulders. "Not my fault. I like being short." I repiled. He giggled and stood up, and I reached for the wood, pullig myself off Alex slowly. I felt his hand tap my ass as I was climbing.

"You keep your sick, perverted hands to yourself Alex. My ass is not for hitting." I ordered. I heard him laughing still as I clambered over the railings of my balconey. He smirked up at me before blowing a kiss. I pretended to catch it and blow him one back. He was sniggering, shaking his head as he got back into his car. I waved at him as he drove off down the street.

I felt my phone vibrate in my hoodie pocket.

'1 NEW MESSAGE: JACK LOVVVVEEESSS JASEY'

'Has Alex raped you yet or are you home, alive and innocent? xx'

'No, Alex hasn't raped me. Text me tomorrow before you pick me up so I can get ready. xx'

'Will do babe. :) xxx'

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My alarm went off at sevn in the fucking morning, giving me an hour to get ready. Why does school have to have such an early start? I sighed, switching off my alarm. I kicked the blanket off my body and leaped into my bathroom, diving into the shower. After washing my hair and shaving my legs, I grabbed my towel and brushed my teeth. I stepped out into my room, pulling the dreadful school uniform we had been given.

The one high-school in the whole of Maryland that has a uniform, I had to go too. I groaned and pulled on the white tights, my new black skirt and white button up with a blue and white tiled tie. I dried my brunette hair, striaghtening it to a crisp before applying my simple make-up. My phone vibrated as I was putting on my mascara. I flipped my phone open.

'1 NEW MESSAGE: ALEX LOVES JASEY MORE THAN JACK.'

'Ready in ten? ;) xx'

'See you then. :) xx'

I pulled my hair into pigtails with pick baubles. I took my black choker and clipped it around my neck before pulling on my insane aount of bracelets. I grabbed the school's blazer, slipped on my Van's and skipped down the stairs. I smiled at Steven who was giving Libby her ceral. "Hey Steven." He smiled back, buttering bread for our lunch. "Don't make me anything. I'll get something there." H sighed. "Okay, but eat something now." I pulled my bag over my shoulder, letting it hang by my knee as I grabbed the toast that just popped out of the toaster. "See you tonight!" I yelled with toast in my mouth.

I shut the door and looked out over the driveway. I dropped my toast as I bent over laughing.

The guys looked worse in their uniform then I did. "Oh god. You look like fucking preps or something." I said, gasping for air. "Shut your mouth." Rian hissed, adjusting his tie. I looked up at Alex, who looked okay. But he was beautiful anyways.

"School my friends. Someone has to look after the new kid."

"I will!" Jack yelled as we started walking.

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

Now I've walked this line a thousand times before
It hurts too much to bear
For you, I'd tear out my own heart
And write our names together

"So, Mr. Gaskarth, where are you taking me?" I asked as he pulled out of my driveway. He chuckled and continued driving, giving me no hint. "Alex, tell me where you taking me before I think you're some serial rapist." He laughed again. "Well Miss. Rae. The fair is in town so I was thinking if you wanted to have fun with all of us, you should come." I clapped my hands.

"I haven't been to a fair in years." The last time I went was with my parents, when they were together. I was eight and the carnival had come to Chicago, which was rare. I remember the sugary goodness of all the candy I ate, the rides that made me puke, the fight my parents had. I stopped right there.

"You alright Jasey?" I heard Alex ask. I nodded and smiled again, wiping under my eyes quickly when I knew my eyes were glassing over. "Jasey Rae, did I say something?" I shook my head quickly. "No, I'm fine. Really, fine."

Fuck. Shit. Bollocks. Mother Mary Of Jesus In Hell.

I was not crying. I was not crying. I was not crying. I was not crying. I was not crying.

"Jasey, you're crying. You want me to pull over or something?" Alex asked again. I shook my head and wiped my eyes. He sighed and continued driving. "What's up little Jasey?" He asked sweetly. I smiled but sighed slightly. "Just thinking about when I last went to the fair. When my parents were still together." He smiled weakly. "Your parents divorced?" I nodded and he smiled sypathetically. "Mine too."

"Shit. Sorry." I said quickly. He smiled. "It was a long time ago. I don't get upset over it anymore." I nodded. "Sorry to bring it up, all the same."

"How long ago did your parent's spilt?" I sighed, looking out of the window. "I was fifteen when they got a divorce but they spilt up when I was like eleven. You?"

"I was five. I live with my mom just down the street from you. You'll have to come over sometime."

"I may have too." We smirked to each other as we pulled into a busy field, being used for parking. I clambered out of his beaten-up car, kicking the rubbish off my feet as I got out. "So is this just for us or is the whole pimp crew here?" I spoke way too soon.

I was piled on my a small man, followed by a bigger man, followed by another bigger man. Jack, Zack and Rian. "Guys, get the fuck off me!" I commanded. They didn't do anything. I felt something wet against my cheek. Did someone just lick me?

"Dude, she tastes goooddd." Jack said. I starting gagging, wiping my cheek frantically as the boys got off me. "Jack that's just sick!" I wiped my cheek again with the sleeve of my hoodie. "Sorry, I forgot to say that Jack has Herpes, so you might have that now." Alex said, quite seriously actually too. "Haha. I'd get Jack's herpes by having sex with him. I think." They all started laughing hysterically. "Jack doesn't have herpes. Unless he's not told us anything." Rian said, raising an eye-brow in Jack's direction.

"If I do, you can all blame Alex." We all groaned. "Dude, that's just disgusting." Zack said, hiding his eyes. Jack winked in my direction and stood in front of Alex, who starting dry humping him. "For god sakes. Keep it PG-13!" I yelled as Jack started moaning. They were both giggling madly but came over to me. "Fancy a threesome?" Jack asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Keep your sick fantasies to yourself Jack Barakat." I said, lifting his arm off me. He shrugged. "A guy can dream."

"You're right. He can."

I laughed as we started walking into the fairground. Alex was holding my right hand while Zack my left, Jack was in front of us, hyper while Rian was behind. The mature one. The bright lights blinded my eyes. "Holy cow." I gasped, looking around me. "You lived in a city. The bright lights of a fair can't be that amazing." Zack pointed out. "But these are all colourful and bright." They chuckled at me, but I didn't care.

I let go of Zack's and Alex's hand and ran towards the game stools. I was good at the shooting games because I have a good aim. "I bet you guys $10 that I can whoop your asses." Alex laid a $10 bill on the stool. "You're on Jasey." I smiled and winked, paying the carnie for a go. Alex did the same. I shot all the targets within 5 minutes while Alex kept missing the third target.

"Whoa. Alex just lost ten bucks." I put the gun down and smiled triumphatly. I picked up the crisp green bill and stuffed in my pocket. "Anyone else wish to challenge my extreme fair-ground talents?" They all shock their heads. "It depends, there's a kissing stand..." I slapped Jack's arm before he even finshed the sentence. "Owwwww" He moaned. I shrugged. "You're own fault you pervert." Jack pouted as we walked towards some of the fair ground rides.

We went on that bungee ball, well me and Rian did while the others looked in horror. We were both a bit wobbly after that, so when Alex offered us food, we declined. We all went on the tea-cups while I was sat pratically on Alex's lap and Jack was curled up on the floor. Lastly was the Ferris Wheel.

And it was only two per cart. "Right, forget that shit." Zack said, leaning against the barrier. "You afraid of heights Zack?" *A/N: I don't know if he actually is, but he is now :)* I asked, and he nodded. "Fine, right one of you with me." I said. Alex dived right to my side, just beating Jack. "No fair dude." He sulked, going next to Rian. "Jack. You get me first day of school." He smiled and nodded, pulling Rian onto the ride. I grabbed Alex's hand and pulled him into the cart.

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces

The guys were actually really sweet to me. They were all my age, which made me feel more confident about high-school looming over the next week. They liked all the same music I did, and the same bands.

I'd been here a matter of hours and yet, I had best friends.

"Dude. It's getting real late." Rian said as he was lying next to me on the grass, staring at his watch. "My parents don't care, they know I won't get into any trouble." Jack said from behind Rian. "Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Want me to remind you of the time you came home drunk?" Alex asked from next to me. I laughed as I heard Jack groan. "No I do not. And neither does Jasey." I chuckled. "I wouldn't mind." Everyone starting laughing at Jack, who took to standing up and walking over to me so he was leaning over.

"One question Jasey Rae?"

"Shoot."

"Are you... tickilish?" I started edging away slightly and gulped. "No, I'm not." Actually yes I was, deathly. He launched at me, attacking my sides with his fingers.

"Jack!" I yelled through laughing. "Please stop!" All the guys were in hysterics as I tried my best to pin Jack to the ground. My phone buzzed from the pocket of my skirt.

'MOM'

"Oh shit." I flipped it up and heaved a sigh. "Hey mom, how are you?"

"Where the hell are you Jasey!? We've been worried sick! You left no note!"

"Mom, breathe. I'm fine. I'm on my way home now 'kay?"

"You are in so much trou.." I hung up, because she really was starting to piss me off. "You have to go now?" Zack asked, offering to help me up. I took his hand and nodded. "We'll walk you." Alex offered, taking Zack's place beside me. I smiled as we all started walking back to my house, dropping off Zack and Rian on the way there.

I would have to get their numbers at some point.

"Hey Jasey?"

"Yup Jack?"

"Hand me your phone, I'll put my number in."

I smiled and toook my phone out of my pocket and watched him typed the number as he copied it from his phone. He found the contact which had my number in and put that in his phone. Alex stole my phone before Jack could give it back so he could put his number in and put his number on mine.

The twenty minute walk took over an hour.

"Yo guys, I think this is me." I said, pointing my finger at the blue house I saw earlier that day. Yup, I could see Steven in the lounge watching the TValready.

"I'll see you guys."

Jack hugged me goodbye, and as Alex wrapped his arms around my waist, my mother had to storm out. All guns blazing."Jasey Rae! What the hell are you doing!?" I sighed and let Alex go, but I pecked him on the cheek, as I did with Jack afterwards. "Saying goodbye to my friends. What does it look like?" I waved goodbye to Alex and Jack before I turned to even look at my mother. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.

"Jasey Rae! I didn not, I said not, bring you up this way. Think about the example you're setting for Libby with friends..." She hissed the word. "...Like that. One of them was wearing very tight jeans, obvisously truying to show something off while the other's was half way down his butt. And you, you look like such a slut with them. If you're father could see you now, he'd flip."

"But he won't because you won't let him!" I yelled in return. "I can have whatever friends I want, I don't give a shit about your new life becuase this is mine too. These friends could be the best thing to happen in a while since Dad left you. Not too mention when you tried to..." I couldn't say it.

You see, after my dad left, my mom overdosed on some sleeping pills trying to kil herself. I found her in the bathroom and tried to help her but the Paramedic, Steven managed to save her.

My mother gulped. She hates talking about this if Libby is near-by. Steven heard us shouting. "Jasey, that is enough. Upstairs, to your room. You're grounded until further notice." He said calmly. I sighed and stormed up the stairs and slamming my door was another one of my famous touches as a teenager. I locked my door and flung myself onto my bed.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I flipped it open.

'1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: ALEX LOVES JASEY MORE THAN JACK'

I chuckled and opened the message.

'Hey Jasey. Its Alex. You didnt get into too much trouble yeah? Love Alex xx'

'No, not really. I'm just grounded, but I dont really care. They can't stop me. Mwhahaha. JR x'

I closed my phone just before it buzzed again.

'1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: JACK LOOOVVVESSSS JASEY'

'Hey. Did you mom open that big can of whoop-ass? Jack x'

'Naw. I can handle her. Shes a bitch anyhows. Love JR x'

Then Alex repiled.

'If you don't care. Want to sneak out? ;) Love Alex xx'

I bit my lip and quickly typed a reply.

'Pick me up at 10, I'll meet you out front. Love JR x'

'See you later Jaseygator. xxx'

Then Jack texted back saying how his mom was so pissed that she toook all the condoms out of his room. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pass out. Alex didn't text me back, but I was seeing him later anyhows.

I decided not to change again, I couldn't be bothered to do another set of laundry. So I waited for Alex's car, if he had one, as I sat on my balconey texting Jack. Sure enough at 9.58 PM, Alex apppeared out of this old beaten up car. He waved at me as he got out. "How are you going to get down?" He mouthed. I tappd my nose and climbed over the railings to my balconey.

My mother really need to learn not to give me the room with flowers things beneath. I climbed down it, jumping just above the lounge window onto the ground. Alex smiled.

"You've done that before."

"Let's just say, you're not the first person to sneak me out."

He chuckled as we got into the car.

*Oh yeahhhh. New fanfic. I'm stopping Once Upon A Time You Told Me Think Happy Thoughts so I can do this one. I've wanted to do an ATL fanfic for ages and just never managed to get around to it so I thought I'm going to do it. :)

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:: I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You :: * Alex Gaskarth /*

I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you,
This is it, this is the end...

Maryland.

My parents really wanted me to loose my essence as a teenager by moving me to this lazy ass town of Timonium.

My name is Jasey Rae, and I'm the seventeen year old Chicago girl that everyone at my new high-school is going to take the piss out of until I leave back to my home of the Windy City.

I sighed as we pulled up to this surburan home surrounding by houses that looked almost the same.

I was definatly going to get lost in this town.

"Mom, did we have to move here?" I asked again, turning off my my almost dead iPod. I was listening to Blink 182 really loudly, just blocking out all the new surroundings which will eventually have to get used to. My mother sighed and looked at my step-dad lovingly. "Yes honey, your father needed a change." I shut my eyes and banged my head against the head rest.

"First, Steven isn't my father, you married him after your husband left you and he didn't need a change. You did before you went insane. Again." I muttered as Steve parked the car in our new drive-way. I heard my mother hiss from the front. "Jasey, that was uncalled for hon..." Steven said. "Whatever." I interuppted. "Mommy! Are we there yet?" My little sister Libby exclaimed for the, what, hundreth time since we left.

My mother smiled. "Yes baby. We're here now." Libby was the preferred child, mainly because she was Steven's and since I looked more like my dad, my mother didn't like me much. She grimaced in my direction as she got out of the car, going over to Libby's side to help her out. I clambered out and slammed my door shut. Steven, mom and Libby unlocked the door and went inside to check out our new house where as I couldn't really care less.

The moving van came almost 10 minutes after our arrival so I grabbed one of my box's, carrying into the house and up the stairs. My mother made labels so that the guys knew where to put our stuff, I opened the door with the paper sign with 'Jasey' and dumped the box. The room was actually nice.

At least my double bed would fit in here.

I had a balconey, and a a-joining bathroom. The movers managed to unpack the whole van in less than two hours with Steven's help. My mom gave me a pocket knife so I could unpack my own things.

All my funiture was kept in one piece during the journey so I ripped the bubble wrap off it and started opening up my box's. The first one was with all my posters and pictures. I had one poster of Blink 182, one of Guns N Roses, two Greenday and one Jimmy Eat World. They all fitted in and around my room, I even had enough room for my corkboard. I re-pinned all my pictures of my friends in Chicago, tickets from my three Greenday shows and my Blink 182 show from when my dad took me when I was ten. Poems and lyrics I wrote.

I umpacked my insane amount of clothes, mostly band t-shirts and skinny jeans but I had some skirts and vests too.

I didn't have alot of stuff, probably because this room was so much bigger than my room back in the mom's Chicago apartment. I had just finshed making my bed up when my mom came in. "We're going out to find some stores and stuff. Do don't mind?" I shrugged. "Nope. Go ahead." She shut the door and a few minutes later, she was gone. I clapped my hands once and put Blink 182 in my CD player, letting 'Josie' fill my room. I decided to shower, change and maybe even wander around myself.

I came out of my bathroom with a towel around me, pulling out my denim mini-skirt and red and black knee-high socks. I took a Greenday shirt out of my closet and changed quickly, re-appiling my dark make-up and striaghtening my naturally wavy hair. I grabbed my beanie and hoodie before running down the stairs, grabbing one of the spare keys that my mom had for all of us. I took mine and pulled my cheqered vans back onto my feet before leaving the house and locking the door behind me.

I walked around for twenty minutes and managed to find drug addicts begging me for money, a homeless guy and a stray cat that I thought was stalking me. I was about to give up and head home when I saw little kids playing on a set of swings. I walked closer and saw more kids playing in a park. I smiled and un-latched the gate, letting myself in. It was getting late when I got there, so parents were actually rounding up their kids before it got too late.

It got really quiet. I sat down on one of the empty swings and hummed 'What's My Age Again?' when teenagers entered the park, laughing at each other. "Jack! Come on! Don't be so stupid!"

"Rian! You're such a fucking wimp!"

"Am not!"

"Shut up guys! You'll give me a headache." One of the others said.

"Dude, who's that?" I heard another ask, pointing in my direction.

Oh shit. I didn't want to be noticed.

"Hey. I've never seen you hear before." One said with two-toned hair, blonde and black. I smiled. "You wouldn't. I just moved here about three hours ago." He smiled. "Jack Barakat." I shook his hand. "Jasey Rae." He chuckled. "That's a unsual name." I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Tell me about it." He sat down on the swing next to me. "This is Zack." He said, pointing to the kid with a blonde mop. "Rian." Who had brown hair, almost shaved off. "And our resident manwhore, Alex Gaskarth." The boy laughed. "Nice intro Jack." I chuckled. "Nice to meet you Alex." He smiled.

"You too Jasey." He was really cute actually. He was tall, maybe just under 6ft, quite skinny and was wearing a green shirt with some werid deign on it and really tight jeans. "So, where you from?"

"Chicago." He nodded. "Ahh, the windy city." Rian said, sitting the grass. I nodded. "Is it actually windy?" Jack asked, seriously. "It can be." I smiled at Alex who was laughing at him. "What a retarded question."

"It isn't. I was curious."

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I didn’t know recording was so stressful.

Me and Nicole kept messing up chords and the single note stuff, Alison kept missing the bass drum forgetting it was there and Haley, being Haley. Did everything perfectly and yelled at all of us. Alison has decided that she has very bad PMT.  Patrick was rubbing the bridge of his nose from behind the glass as I was playing ‘Distant Winter’ one of my favourite songs lyrically.

He buzzed over the intercom. “Grace, can you do that again? Without cussing when you fuck up?” I sighed in frustration and plucked my strings before nodding to Patrick outside the booth. He played Nicole’s backing track which she was recording earlier and finished. I played my chords and notes, nodding my head along always thinking about the solo which was coming very soon. “Remember our long and distant winter which lead to our dangerous and mislead life. Since the snow melted, our memories have dislodged from our minds.” I sung before going into the slow, single noted solo.

I smiled so widely when I managed to complete it without messing up at all and finally, to the end of the song. I was jumping and smiling hysterically when the backing track finished and I played the last chord. “Finally!” I yelled, taking my guitar off and putting it against the wall, grabbing my bottle of water. Patrick smiled and ushered me to come and join him.

I skipped (yes, I was that happy) into the mix room and sat down in the empty chair. “Want to listen?” I nodded enthusiastically. The slow chords and my single notes really sounded good, then the simple drum beat of snare, bass and hi-hat really blended. The bass didn’t sound out of place and made me grin. It sounded perfect. ‘Remember our long and distant winter which lead to our dangerous and mislead life. Since the snow melted, our memories have dislodged from our minds.’ Buzzed in the back ground. I paused it, flabbergasted.

“You recorded me singing!” I slapped his arm as he nodded and chuckled, retreating. “I can’t sing, I only scream the backing, except in this one.” He sniggered. “Well, you are singing on this album, whether you like it or not.” I slumped back into the chair. “I bloody well am not.” He put his arm around me and kissed my hair. “Stop being so stubborn.” I heaved a sigh as he nuzzled against my neck. “Better get on with the rest of the recording.” I said emotionless.

He sighed as well and let me go. “Fine. Alison managed to track most of her drums, she needs to come in tomorrow and get the rest done. Haley did all her bass riffs, amazingly and you and Nicole need to come back tomorrow.” I nodded bringing me knees up to my chest.

“Recording is a pain in the ass.” I said, rubbing my cheek against the denim of my purple jeans. Patrick chuckled and agreed. “It’s part of the job.” I shut my eyes. “The crap part. I just love playing live.” He smiled and nodded. “As we all. This is the bit I love. Pre-production.” I yawned, lifting my head back up. “That’s because you are a secret nerd and love anything you can tamper with in some way.”

He smirked. “I am firstly, an admitted nerd and I love making music as well as producing it so shut your little mouth missy before I do something very bad like take away your eye-liners.” I pretended to gasp but quickly giggled. “You wouldn’t. Because I’ll get Pete to steal all of your hats so the world can see your receding hair line.” He gasped, for real. “Bitch.” He joked.

I stuck my tongue out as Patrick started turning off all the fancy equipment. “Are you going to hermit in this studio or would you like to go back to Pete’s?” He asked, offering his hand. I took it and we joined the others by the van. “What were you guys doing? It’s freezing out here!” Alison yelled as her phone buzzed. “Mr. Gaskarth making his fifth call in the last hour.” Nicole whispered in my ear.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Either he’s obsessed and possessive or madly in love.” I whispered back. Nicole chuckled as she emerged from behind the car. “ALEX IS COMING TO LA!”

Haley’s jaw dropped. “What?” Alison’s smiled was so big and wide, it scared me. “Alex said since they’ve finished, he might come down here for a few days. Do you think Pete will mind?” I sighed, as did Nicole and Haley. “You’ll ask to ask Pete first, before you invite him. Or why doesn’t he stay in a hotel while you guys have a break for a few days.” I nodded a long with Patrick’s sane idea. “When is he coming?” She shrugged. “In about a week. He’s doing some recording as well, but not as much as us.” I nodded.

“Will we be done by then oh mighty producer?” I asked, looking in Patrick’s direction. He gave me a disapproving face but chuckled softly. “Should be.” Alison clapped her hands and wrapped Patrick up in a massive hug.”I’ve missed him so much.” She said sweetly, sighing at the picture on her phone. Nicole couldn’t help but get sarcastic.

“You just miss the sex.” Alison chuckled though. “That too.”

We all started laughing, climbing into the van.  

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Hey guys. :)

How is everyone? I'm a little nervous to be honest. Not in the bad way, a good way. My best friends at school are determined to make my birthday this huge event, and I'm not too fussed about my birthday. They're excuse is that my 16th IS a huge event and they will make a fuss if they want.

I guess i'm lucky to have such good best friends.

Grace lay down on her bed, pulling her t-shirt up over wound. Patrick was sat on the bed as well, her legs between his. He carefully ripped the tape securing the tightly wound gauzes. “Can you lift yourself a bit?” Grace pushed her stomach back up, like an arch and winced. “Sorry honey.” He unwrapped her carefully and when got down through the layers, he could see the blood. He inhaled deeply and continued unwrapping her until he got to the bare wound. He took the disinfectant wipes from his side and wiped the wound gently. She winced more violently. He stopped and rubbed the other side of her stomach soothingly. “Sorry babe. Sorry.” She nodded and shut her eyes as Patrick went back to wiping the cut. “There we go, all done.” He whispered gently, taking a new wrap of bandages and starting to wrap them around her stomach. He taped it up and clambered off her.

Grace pulled her shirt back down and sighed. “Thanks Trick.” He smiled. “No problem honey.” She sat up and kissed his cheek. “This must be so hard for you.” She said, starting to get off the bed. “No, it’s not. The hard part is seeing you in pain.” She smiled weakly. “You’ve seen me give birth, that was more painful than this.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. She joined in as they walked down the stairs.

Freddie had been put into his crib while Melody had been put to bed just after everyone left. Laura had gone to bed, where she had been for the past three days apparently. “Hey honey?” Patrick asked as Grace poured a glass of water. “Yeah?” He smiled. “Do you remember our first kiss?” She beamed. “Of course I do. Why?” He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “It’s just scary that since then, here we are, planning to get married.” She sniggered, sipping her water. “We do need to get some planning done. Like, when do you want to get married?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s Pete and Jess’s anniversary in a few weeks so after that maybe? In the winter?” She smiled. “Please don’t say you want a Christmas wedding you cliché idiot.” He giggled and kissed the fabric on her shoulder. “Okay, what about a March wedding?”

“So you can be married before your thirty?” She immediately replied. “Do not remind me of my age. I’m still young at heart.” She chuckled. “But you are thirty next year. The big 30. About time you face it.”

“You’re twenty-two. How come you get to stay incredibly young?” She shrugged. “Just the way it is I suppose.” He nodded. The door interrupted their cuddle. Grace went to answer it. “Pete? What are you doing here; you left just over an hour ago.” He smiled. “Good to see you too.”

“What is it Pete?” Grace snapped. He sighed. “I got some lyrics for Patrick. Can I see him?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. Sure.” He grinned and hugged Grace when he reached her. “It’s cool. You sound like Jess on a bad day. I get used to the snapping.” She chuckled and walked up the stairs, leaving the men to be creative. “Hey Pete, what can I do for you?” He waved his notebook in the air. “Ah ha. Lyrics.” Pete nodded and put his notebook on the counter. “Grace went upstairs to lie down. So we can work.” Patrick nodded and took the notebook, reading some of the lyrics. “These are really good Pete. I really like them.” Pete smiled. “Good. Jess helped me out a little.” Patrick chuckled and put the note book down. “Grace sometimes helps with backing vocals, so I guess it’s okay.” Pete laughed and pulled up a chair. “I’m just going to check on Grace I’ll be back in a sec.” Pete nodded and watched his best friend leap up the stairs, two at a time. The phone rang beside him. He answered it, thinking it would either be Joe, or Jess, maybe Andy if he wasn’t below Jackie. “Yo.”

“Um, hello. We’re looking for a Mr. Patrick Stump.”

“Well, he’s busy right now. Can I take a message or something?”

“Okay then. Can you tell him that Chicago hospital called, and that we need to speak to him urgently. Or his girlfriend. Whichever is available.”

“Look, dude. If this is about Grace, I have a right to know.”

“Are you family?” He bit his bottom lip and looked up the stairs. Neither Patrick nor Grace was coming down. “Yeah.” Well, he practically was. Patrick and him were brothers, just not blood-related. “Well if you are family then can please tell Ms. Stocker or Mr. Stump that we just got some blood tests back we did when Grace came in with a stab wound, after her urgent surgery.” He gulped. “What did these... results... say?”

“Grace was pregnant at the time of the attack, and we found this out and we believe the child may still be alive. We would like Ms. Stocker to come in for an ultrasound as soon as possible.” His throat had dried up but managed to cough out. “I will. Thank you.”

“Goodbye sir.”

“See ya.” Pete hung up the phone and put his head in his hands. He heard Patrick come down the stairs. “Dude, what’s up?” Pete gulped and looked into his best friends eyes. “Dude, you better get Grace down here.”

“Why?” He inhaled deeply. “The hospital called.”

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“Grace.” I heard someone murmur. “Gracie.” I snuck my head deeper into the pillow. “Grace, get your ass up before I jump on you!” I sighed. “Fuck off Liana.”

Next thing I knew, someone had jumped on me. “Holy hell!” I yelled, sitting up. “I warned you.” Liana said, smiling. “Whatever. Just what the fuck is going on now?”

“We’re going to a recording studio. You need to get dressed.” I nodded and pushed Liana off my bed and dived into the bathroom.

After washing, drying and curling my hair. I came out and started digging through my back pack for some spare clothes. I found a pair of red skinnies and a tight Fall Out Boy shirt. I threw them on the bed and started dressing and quickly applied my make-up when I was finished. I walked out of the room and started making my way down stairs.

I was the first one down. “Hi Ashley.” I greeted, opening the fridge. “Hello Gracie love. How are you this morning?” I smiled, maybe she never suspected me in the first place. “Not too bad. I thought everyone was up and ready to go?” She chuckled. “Just you, Nicole, Alison and Haley today. Jenn is recording her vocals tomorrow while Liana is recording her keyboard with her. I think Pete and Patrick wants you to do dome vocals as well.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Pete said you sing really well so he wants you to sing on your debut. Kinda like Panic at the Disco, but girls.” I chuckled at her analogy. “Right. Nice idea.” Nicole, Haley and Alison all came down together. “Hey guys.” They all smiled at me and Ashley.

“Where’s Pete? We need a ride to this recording studio.” Ashley chuckled. “What?”

“Pete isn’t up yet. Patrick’s taking you.” We all nodded. “Guess who’ll be riding shotgun then?” Haley asked sarcastically looking at me. “Ha ha Halys. Just because I’m dating him doesn’t mean I’m his favourite.”

“And what world are you living on?” I flipped her off and continued drinking my juice.

Everyone got bored after waiting for, what, ten minutes and went back up to their rooms, leaving me and Ashley. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded. I actually hadn’t slept well, considering. “Listen, this is going to sound weird but I need to tell me something.” I gulped. “Shoot.”

“Have you ever slept with Pete, in the past?” Her breathing quickened. “Ashley, why the hell would you ask me that? No I’ve never slept with Pete, or intend too in case you’re worrying.” She nodded, putting a hand over her chest. “Okay. Good. Thanks.” She stood up and poured herself a glass of water, drowning it within minutes.

“Ashley, are you okay?” She nodded and put the glass down; with quite a loud crash I thought she had smashed it. “Ashley?”

“Grace, I have another question?” I bit my lip and put my hand on her shoulder. “Yeah?” She breathed deep. “Sammy? Is she... yours?” My whole body started shaking, but I had to keep cool.

“No Ashley. She isn’t. I mean, I was there when Rachel gave birth to her.” I winced at the once distant memory. “But why are you asking me all these questions?” She sighed. “Honestly. When I saw you, I thought you looked a lot like her. And I was worried that my husband had slept with a minor.”

I couldn’t help but let a chuckle out. She did too. “I’m sorry. I’m just paranoid.” I shrugged and gave her a hug. “It’s okay. It never hurt anyone to be a little suspicious.” She smiled and returned the hug. “Oh lord. Are we having a girl moment? And should I leave the room?”

I looked to the side of us and Pete was standing there in his T-shirt from yesterday and boxers. “Pete, can’t you at least get dressed before you come down? You will give my friends a heart attack.” He shrugged as two dogs, one a puppy, who was Rigby I believe and Hemingway, the slightly larger bulldog.

Sammy was behind him as well, fully dressed in a small pair of jeans and a miniature ‘Break Dance, Not Hearts’ T-shirt.  “Pete, if Sammy can come down dressed so can you.” Ashley said, pulling in the girl for a hug. “Ashley. I just woke up; give me ten minutes to at least get some caffeine in my system.”

He stated, walking towards the kettle. She sighed, but smiled all the same. “Hi Gracie.” I heard Sammy say. I grinned in her direction. “Hey honey.” She smiled at me. I smiled back. Ashley had left to go answer the door, because it was most likely Patrick.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said, wrapping his arms around me. I chuckled and hugged him back. “Hey Trick.” He pecked my lips lightly.

I could seriously get used to relationships.

“Eww, mom, Gracie’s kissing uncle Patrick!” I chuckled, as did Ashley. “Patrick, at least wait for me to leave the room before you even think about kissing her.” Pete muttered from the coffee maker. Sammy started pulling at Patrick’s leg. “Uncle Patrick?”

He smiled, lifting her up and balancing her on his hip. “Yes Sammy honey?”

“Are you Gracie’s boyfriend?” He nodded, sniggering to himself quietly. “Are you gonna get married?” He smiled shyly and glanced in my direction. “Maybe one day. But not now.” I said, looking at Patrick. He smiled and agreed.

“Well, I better these girls into the studio.” He said, putting Sammy back down. “Ready dear?” He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. I nodded as Ashley went to get everyone else. “That was an awkward question.” He said, nuzzling against my neck. “Hm? What one?”

“Are we going to married?” I chuckled lightly and wrapped my arm around his waist. “The kid is a curious. We’ve been dating what? 5 days give or take? I’m not marching down the aisle... yet.” He laughed. “I’m not planning on getting married for a while yet.” I smiled. “Me neither.”

The girls all came running down, and when they saw Pete in his boxers, half-fainted. “Umm. Pete. I’ve seen the pictures, but please, put some trousers on.” Nicole said, covering her eyes. Haley had her mouth wide open while Alison just glanced and sighed. “It’s my house, so I can wander naked if I want to.”

“I wouldn’t object to that.” Haley whispered in my ear. I laughed as Patrick started leading me, and everyone outside into his car.

A/N: I personally woudn't mind Pete Wentz wandering around in his boxer's. Or naked. But that's just me. Hahaha.

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I'm home now and as I promised. A big update. Let's see. What happened while I was on holiday?

Nothing. I did a lot of swimming and a lot of writing, and revising for my exam on Wedensday. I believe.

I need to check that.

Anyways. In the swimming pool, they had this rapids which went outside, and it was frezzing cold. It was fun though.. I'm a water baby really.

OH! The Dutch have amazing music taste. In the bar, they played Panic at the Disco: Nine In The Afternoon, followed by My Chemical Romance: Welcome To The Black Parade then Fall Out Boy: Grand Theft Autum/ Where Is Your Boy?

I went a little sing-a-long happy.

We found this restaurant that had turtles on the trees outside, which was strange, but I was very funny.  Frogs on the ceilings as well as wasps.

Like I said. Very strange restaurant.

Ummm, I watched alot of Family Guy. I swear, I can reciete a whole episode from heart. If I tried.

I had to get my hair striaghteners from my brother, and he had his iPod speakers playing A Little Less Than Sixteen Candles. Ha! I have converted him. And he even wanted to come with me in March. As he was really enjoying himself in October.

I re-read Breaking dawn.

We went to this restaurant and they started dancing to Wham!.

I was embarrassed for them.

On the way back, this guy in a supermarket tried selling me Hannah Montanna DVD's. I was very scared.

I got ill quite a bit, the food didn't agree with me.

Ummm. What else?

That's it.

Not as big as you'd probably expect.

OH! When I came home, My Nothern Downpour membership package was waiting for me.

I love the shirt.

So, I'll probably post another chapter... Now.

So Manny Kids But I Only See You, But I Don't Think You Notice Me

A/N: This chapter is very important to the story. So, yeah. SPOILER!

I crept across the hall. The hissing seemed to be coming from Pete’s and Ashley’s room. I wasn’t being nosy or anything but I put my ear against the door and listened. “...have had enough of your lies Pete. You will tell me the truth right now.” I heard him sigh.

“I can’t. I promised, can’t you just forget it?”

“No! Right now I’m worried about who the hell you’ve slept with.”

“Ash...” Was he trying to calm her down?

“Pete, just tell she isn’t. Please.” He exhaled loudly. “I haven’t slept with her. So how could she be?” Ashley sounded like she was crying. “Ash, she has nothing to do with her I promise. I promised to tell you the whole truth.” I gulped. “Sammy isn’t hers?”

“No, she isn’t. Rachel was her mother and she died. Now, you’re her mom and no one will change that, understood?” I left, I didn’t want to hear anymore. Did Ashley guess that I was related to Sammy? I owed Pete my life and he was still covering for me. I walked back into my room and crawled into my bed. I couldn’t sleep, but I had to try.

Thirteen was meant to be the age you mature, have fun.

Not like this.

I threw the test against the wall after it showed possibly the worst thing I could have ever imagined. That stupid pink cross that women craved for, that I would have rather had had found out I had fucking cancer. I was still crying when I found my phone and dialled Pete’s number.

“Hey Gracie.”

“Pete, I really need your help.”

“You’re crying. What’s wrong? What can I do?” I gulped. “Can you come over? It’s kinda personal.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Can you wait or is it more urgent?”

“Okay, see you.”

“Remember 10 minutes. I promise.” 

Sure enough, 9 minutes and 47 seconds later. He was knocking on my front door. As soon as I opened the door he hugged me. “Home alone?” I nodded, so he sighed in relief before letting go and shutting the door. He studied my face before wiping under my eyes with his thumbs. “What’s wrong baby girl?” I grabbed his hand and pulled upstairs into my room.

I locked the door, even though I was home alone, I was still scared. “Well?” I signalled him to wait a second and grabbed the goddamned test from my bathroom. “What’s that?” He asked, looking at my hand. I couldn’t breathe as he unscrewed my fist and took the stick from me. “What the fuck is this?” He asked his voice more angry.

“Pete...” I lost my voice. He took me back into his arms and stroked my hair with his spare hand. “You can tell me. You can tell me anything, remember?” I nodded into his shoulder, crying slightly. “Well, tell me then baby girl.” I swallowed and gulped. “Pete, I’m... pregnant.”

He stopped stroking my hair, and let me go. “Oh my god. Who the fuck did this to you?” He asked, rubbing my arms.

“His name was... I can’t remember.” I remembered all right.

It’s just that Pete would hunt him down and kill him. And I loved him. “Oh my god. What I would do to protect you.” He said, embracing me again. “Pete, I can’t have an abortion. I can’t.” He nodded. “You could give it up for adoption I suppose.” I pushed him away.

“I can’t! How will I know if they treat it right?”

“Well you certainly can’t keep it. You’re way too young.” I sat down on my bed. “I know! But I can’t think of any other way.” Silence echoed around the room for a few minutes. “Give it to me.” I looked up at him with shock. “Sorry. Repeat that again.”

He sat down next to me. “Give it to me. I’ll look after it and you would know it’s safe.”

“Pete, you can’t look after yourself, let alone a child.”

“Listen. It’s the only way. Rachel will help. She’ll protect you as much as I will.” I gulped. “What about your mom and dad, or mine?”

“My mom won’t mind. Tell your parents and you could come live with me or something. Honestly, I’ll l keep it safe. More importantly, I’ll keep you safe.”

He put his hand over my stomach. I nodded. It was the only way.

“Okay.”

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Yes. I'm back.

My bed has never felt so comfy. My room has never been so welcoming. Ahhh. I missed everything.

Including you guys, of course.

I'll do a big update tomorrow, but I'm exhausted. 12 hours worth of travelling is quite tiring.

And iPod broke just before the journey.

But it works now. Tempermental little bastard.

Anyways.

Talk to you tomorrow guys!

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Hellooooo.

The internet only works in this bar, so here I am. I miss you guys.

Holland isn't as fun as it sounds. The snow is cool, but appart from that. EPIC FAIL!

Well, good news. I'M SEEING FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS BABYYYY!

They are coming to Yeovil.

Seven of them, on the tinest stage possible.    Blame me for be happy? xD

My brother says hi. He finds this place as boring as I do.

What else is there?

Ummm.

Nothing.

Update time then maybe, keep you guys entertained in my absense.

Back on Saturday morning!

The Best Of Us Can Find Happiness In Misery

“Patrick please, I can walk on my own. I’m fine.” Grace said as they walked towards the car. The hospital let Grace out 3 days later, on the condition that she had plenty if bed rest and changed her dressing once a day. Patrick was extremely worried, hovering over her as she walked with crutches back into that car.

He had been in and out of the hospital the three days she had been in there. Pete and Jess were normally watching over the children, but Joe often came over to look after them because he was the only single member of Fall Out Boy. Grace put the crutches in the back seat as Patrick opened the passenger door for her. She smiled and sat down, wincing when her wound twigged with a small sharp pain. 

Patrick noticed. “Are you okay?” She nodded and smiled weakly. He sighed and shut her door before getting into the driver’s side of car. The engine roared as they pulled out of the hospital car park.  “I was getting sick of that place.” Grace muttered as they left. Patrick chuckled and changed gear. “They did save your life. Be a little more grateful.” She sighed and looked out of the window. “I missed the outside, the fresh air, the green grass. The white gets very dull after a while.” She noted leaning her head in her hand.

Patrick chuckled again and continued to drive. “How are they? Melody and Freddie I mean?” Grace asked. Patrick smiled. “They’re fine, they’ve been missing you a lot.” She nodded as they turned into their drive-way. Jess, Pete, Joe and Andy were all outside the front door, clapping as Grace opened the door. Joe raced to her side, supporting her as Patrick grabbed her crutches from the back of the car. She smiled at him and took her crutches from Patrick. “She’s alive!” Andy yelled, opening the front door.

“Not funny Andy. She did kinda die for two minutes!” Jess shouted, punching his arm. Andy yelped and rubbed his arm as they all followed into the house. “Momma!” Melody yelled, leaping at her mother as soon as she came into view. “Honey, be careful with Mommy. She’s still hurt.” Grace stated as her daughter wrapped around her legs. The 4 year old let go, looking scared as she hugged her mother’s legs more carefully. Grace felt guilty, and bent down- much to her discomfort- and hugged her daughter in return. “Sorry baby.” The young girl smiled and held onto her mother’s crutch as she limped into the lounge.

Patrick still hovered over her as she sat down, taking Melody onto her lap. The girl snuggled into her mother’s chest. “Where’s Freddie then?” She asked. Joe snapped his fingers and ran up the stairs, appearing moments later with an infant in his arms. Grace held her arms out and took the 18 month old into her arms. The boy looked up and smiled; he did prefer not to talk, or walk but could easily. “Mommy.” He said, wrapping his small arms around her neck, standing on her knees.

Melody was hugging her waist, just missing her stab wound. “I missed you guys.” She said, wrapping them both up in a hug. “Are you okay now Mom? Daddy said you got hurt real bad.” Grace smiled and pecked her curious daughter’s forehead. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay now that I have you guys.” The girl smiled. Freddie smiled and touched his mother’s face. “Mommy better now.” Grace beamed at her son and nodded, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Thanks guys for welcoming me back. You didn’t have to.” Grace said, pulling Joe’s arm so she could hug him.

He put his arm around her shoulder and wrapped her up in a small hug. Joe pecked her temple and ruffled her hair, remembering when he first met her, almost 5 years ago now.

“What the fuck is going on?!” He yelled at Andy as the car stopped. In the middle of fucking nowhere by their luck. “What is it Andy?” Patrick asked from the back seat. Andy sighed. “Well, what happened is is that I kinda... forgot... to put gas in the car and now, we have no gas left so the car can’t run.” Pete smacked his head from behind. “What the hell? How do you forget to fill up a car?”

Andy shrugged, rubbing his head. “Guys, look it’s not so bad. I mean, there’s a house there so we can go in and ask to use the phone or something?” Patrick suggested. Pete sighed. “I’ll go.” Joe stopped them. “We’ll all go. What if they’re... murderers or something?” Andy nodded and got out of the car, rubbing his hands. Joe followed with Pete and Patrick coming out shortly after. “We’re going to find some estranged farmer’s wife aren’t we?” Joe asked, knocking on the door.

Instead a teenager answered, she looked shocked behind her glasses. “Oh my god. I must be dreaming.” Pete smirked at her and replied. “No, you’re not honey. Could you do us lovely men a favour and let us use your phone?” he girl nodded and let them inside. “Oh god, Fall Out Boy are in my house.” She whispered as they all walked in. Joe smiled at her; he had seen her before against the barrier of their show two or three days ago. She was the girl that was crying during most of the set.

He was sure of it.

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Love xo

Oh yes! I found the internet. *Jumps and squeals.* Let me tell you, It has been a life saver. *Hugs laptop*

So, anyways, what have I done. I woke up this morning to my alarm, (which is nine in the afternoon) and found this werid guy in my bed with me. He said, in dutch, that I married him! Wow, vodka is strong stuff.

KIDDING!

My life isn't that exciting.

I went swimming this morning and the chlorine is seriously messing with my hair dye. It snowed! It's quite cool, becuase I was a snow virgin believe it or not. I made a snow angel, because I am such a big kid.

To be honest, I don't like cold weather. I prefer warmer.

And I want to live in Chicago.

I'd better adjust.                              Quickly.

So, I got lots of writing done for those people who take the time to read my stories.

I even started a new one which will come up after So Many Kids is finshed.

Anyways. I have a chapter for you. Beause even though I'm on holiday. I thought I'd post for you guys.

Because I love you so much.

And miss you actually.

So Many Kids But I Only See You, But I Don't Think You Notice Me (Band Fanfic)

LA is boiling.

The fucking humidity hits you as soon as you step out of the plane and onto the ground. 

I dumped my luggage in one of Pete’s guest rooms; he had like four or something. Jenn and Nicole were sharing, Alison and Haley and finally, me and Liana. Patrick had his own of course.

Liana had already made her space clear before I could even get into the room. Her clothes were chucked all over the room. “Liana, tidy your shit up!” I shouted through the bathroom door, but I could hear the shower going. She got there before me as well. I sighed and laid down on my bed with my backpack at the foot of it. Someone knocked on my door. “Come on in!” I yelled.

Pete’s smiling face appeared. “Hey, you alright?” I nodded and sat up. “I’m good. Just waiting for the goddamned shower!” I yelled. I still don’t think Liana heard. “Just thought I’d tell you that we’re cooking up some food, if you want anything, just come down.” I nodded, it seemed like I hadn’t eaten in days. Pete left with a small nod and smile, just as Liana came back into the room. “What was all that shouting?” She asked, finding a pair of comfy sweats. “Well, I wanted a shower. And Pete said he’s got some food down there, if we wanted any.” Liana rubbed her belly and nodded. “I can’t even remember the last time I ate.”

“Me neither.”

After Liana changed, we headed downstairs to eat something and much to our surprise, Pete was leaning over a stove, with a pink apron on saying. ‘Kiss Me, I’m The Cook.’

“Pete. Since when do you cook?” Ashley answered for me. “Since you guys came here. He said you guys look so skinny, that you need a good home-cooked meal.” We chuckled and sat down on a stool, leaning our arms on the island counter.

Everyone soon followed us down the stairs and laughed at Pete’s fashion choice. “Hey Pete, you should make a Clandestine apron.” Alison added. He laughed as he stirred something in a pan. “What are you making may I ask?” Nicole asked. “Well, my dears. I have managed to produce you four pizzas’ to share between you, and us of course while I’m just making some salad and stuff to go with it. Is that up to you standards?”

We all nodded, pretty much drooling.

The timer went off two minutes later and Pete pulled out four glistening pizzas and we all dived in. I really hadn’t eaten in a long time. I didn’t even really get to taste the food I was so hungry, the rest of the girls were the same.

Sammy emerged, latching onto Pete and kissing his stubble cheek. “I kissed the cook.” She said before Pete kissed her forehead and put her down.

The perfect family.

Sammy had to go back to bed with Ashley while Pete gave us more food, in the form of chocolate and ice cream. “Well, you girls have healthy appetites don’t cha?” We all chuckled and drank more red bull that he had bought for us. “Well, see you guys, I’m going to bed.” Nicole said, stretching. “Same.” Haley added, following her footsteps. 

I waved them both goodnight and soon after, Liana, Alison and Jenn had all buggered off to bed leaving me and Pete in the kitchen.  “So, when are we going to start this recording lark?” He shrugged as he put the dishes in the sink, ready to wash. “Well, do you have all your music memorised and written?” I nodded. “Well, tomorrow then.”

 I smiled gratefully and stretched. “You better get to bed.” I nodded and waddled up the stairs walking past someone’s open door on my way.

I looked in and saw Sammy sleeping in a light green room. Sure enough, there was a picture of me by her bed. I sighed and walked into my room, where Liana was sound asleep, with her iPod still plugged in.

I chuckled and took out her earphones and surprise surprise, Panic at the Disco was playing.

I switched it off and put it on the bedside table. I pulled off my jeans and crawled into my comfy bed, shutting my eyes as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The peace didn’t last for long.

I heard someone, no two people hissing to each other. I pulled my duvet off and went to investigate.

1. Comment/Buzz?

2. The America's Suitehearts Video....? In the name of Gabe it's strange. But I love it in a werid way. Patrick, if he was wearing Andy's costume, would look like a leprechaun. Even though he does in his very nice yellow outfit. :) Your thoughts?

3. Miss you guys. I'm home soon. So, pray for me :)

Heyy guys.

As I've been saying for a while now, I'm going away on Holiday to the distant land of Holland for the new year and I won't be able to get internet. If I go, by some magical powers, find the internet you guys will definatly be the first to know.

Pictures will be posted as soon as I can, as I'm coming back really late at night so not as soon as I get home.

And you'll be glad to know I've convinced my parents to let me take the laptop so I can 'revise' from my homework. I'm taking my flashdisk which happens to have both my homework and stories on.

And since I read a lot of stories, I'll try my best when I come back to catch-up but please be paitent if I don't comment right away, or send you a note back.

Remember that I love you guys!

Love Gracie xo

MISS YOU!