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

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“When is that thing due Jess? You’ve been pregnant forever.” Grace moaned as they were sat on the couch together. Pete and Patrick were babysitting upstairs while the girls talked for a bit. They hadn’t had a chance since the whole arranging the wedding thing. “Next month. December 23^rd to be exact.” Jess replied, rubbing her hand over her still small bump.

“How did you manage to keep your bump so small? I mean, I found out I was pregnant a month ago and I’m the size of a beached whale, 5 months down the line.” Jess chuckled. “The press might catch on now. I can see the headline ‘Stump Reproduces Again!’” Grace shoved her slightly. “Well, I could always tell the press about the Wentz child arriving next month. ‘Wentz having another child!’” They laughed. “I miss our talks.” Jess said, taking a sip of her water. Grace smiled. “Me too.”

“Where’s Laura?” Jess asked, rubbing her stomach. “Out I think. Her and Joe were going out tonight as far as I’m aware.” Jess gave Grace a small look. She gasped. “Not like that. As friends you know, to get to know each other?”  Jess raised her left eye-brow. “In what department?” Grace shoved Jess harder. “Is sex all you think about? Girl’s and guy’s can be friend’s you know.”

“This place serves the best pizza in Chicago. I swear on my Rabbi’s grave.” Laura chuckled. “I believe you.” She said, smiling. Joe smirked and got the pair a table near the back, so no one would stop him and ask if he really was Joe Trohman. Yes, the guitarist in Fall Out Boy. Joe pulled Laura’s chair and let her sit down. “Thanks.” Laura said sweetly as Joe pushed her chair in. He sat down himself as Laura unfolded her napkin, flicked it at her side and gracefully placed it on her lap. He giggled, leaning his elbows on the table. “What?” Laura asked, straightening the napkin on her lap. “Nothing.” Joe defended. “It’s just, you seem a very sophisticated. Typically British and I look like a hobo.” Laura laughed, putting her head in her hands. “You’re not a hobo.”  She said, chuckling.

Joe rubbed his beard. “I disagree.” The waiter came and went, taking Joe’s massive order and Laura’s small one. Well, it was in comparison. “So, why the designing of dresses?” Joe asked, stealing a whole bread stick. Laura chuckled, stealing another. “Why play music? Why not get a real job?” Joe pretended to gasp. “Playing music is a real job! But I’m very lucky to have it.” Laura nodded. “So, why do you design?” Laura shrugged. “It’s my passion. Yours is your guitar, mine is a dress.” He nodded along. “That’s amazing.” She smiled. “Not really, but thanks.”

Joe took another bread stick and scrapped across Laura’s hand as they reached for the same one. Laura’s hand quickly retreated as she blushed. “Sorry, you have it.” Joe offered. Laura shook her head. “No you can.” Joe tapped the side of his head with his index finger and snapped the breadstick in half. “One half for you, the other for me.” Laura took the half Joe was offering and nibbled it. Joe took two large bites and the whole thing was gone. The waiter brought them their food and they began eating, aimlessly chatting about their lives.

Laura was talking about her school days with Grace and Joe was seriously interested by their friendship. An overly confident, loud, obnoxious and spontaneous girl like Grace could be friends with a careful, organised, soft and gentle, not to mention beautiful lady like Laura, but by her stories.

Neither of them were very innocent growing up. “So anyways, Grace threw this water all over our French teacher when he looked down her top while he was lecturing her on not doing her homework. I stood there while she poured this water all over his chest and called him a perv. Then he started saying that he wasn’t, and dragged me in so I poured my water on him too before running outside and out of school. We the fled the school ground and went shopping instead of afternoon lessons.” Joe laughed.

“You two sound like great fun.” Laura smiled. “I guess we were.” She looked up at Joe, who had something stuck in his beard. “Joe, you have something...”

“Where?” He asked, picking at different points around his face. “Up a little. Too far, okay. Left. No that’s your right Joe.” Laura ordered. She eventually gave up and leaned over the table and picked it out of his beard for him. “There we go.” She said, flicking it onto the floor. Joe leaned in a little to let their lips touch even for a second. Laura quickly retreated back to her seat, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Any more pasta?” She asked to fill the awkward silence. Joe held up his plate. “Sure. Why not?”

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

We're one mistake for being together
Let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight

You are young, and I am scared
You're wise beyond your years, but I don't care
And I can feel your heartbeat
You know exactly where to take me

Metro Station: Seventeen Forvever.

*3 Years Later*

*Jasey POV*

"Trace, where the fuck is my grey waistcoat?!" I yelled. Trace popped his head around the door. "I don't know!" I sighed loudly. "Jesus Christ Trace, we need to pack for this god damned tour and you're just sitting around playing video games." He laughed. "What the hell are you laughing at?" I hissed, swinging my body around so I was facing him. "You. You're getting so stressed over nothing babe." He said sweetly, coming up to hug me. I gave up the argument and replied his hug. "Now, tell me what's wrong." I snuggled my head in his collarbone. "It's just that, I'm so nervous for you. It's your first big tour and I don't want it to mess up for you or the guys."

"We'll be fine. The whole tour will be fine." I smiled up at him. "I know. But I worry." He chuckled and kissed my lips lightly, before running his fingers through my red hair. "I love you Janey." I smiled. "I love you too Trace." He looked down at the floor. "I've been meaning to ask you, erm, something." My eyes widened. "What Trace?" He chewed his lips before going down on the floor.

On one knee.

"Janey Rae Harrison, will you take me, Trace Dempsey Cyrus, and well." He produced a small velvet box from his tight trouser pocket. He opened it slowly revealing a small sliver band with a tiny sparking gem on top of it. "Marry me?" I lost all the words in my mouth. He stood up, chuckling. "You lost for words or something hon?" I nodded and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his tattoo's around my waist and kissed the top of my head. He let me go and took a-hold of my left hand, slipping the ring on my wedding finger.

"Perfect fit." Trace whispered, intertwinning his fingers with my own. "In every way." I whispered. He smiled. "Every single way." I sniggered. "What?" Trace asked. "This means I have to get on with your sister." He laughed loudly, wrapping me back up in his arms.

*Alex POV*

"This tour is going to be amazing." Jack snorted, zipping up his suitcase. "What is it Jack? On your period or something?" I asked stuffing my last pair of jeans inside my own case. "The tour is going to be great, but I just don't like Metro Station that much." I sighed, yanking the suitcase off my bed. "Just get along with them on this tour. It's the best tour we've been offered. Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship, Metro Station and Hey Monday. We love Fall Out Boy, Cobra are some of the best friends we have tour-wise and I'm sure Hey Monday will be amazing." I said rationally. "Whatever man."

"Jack, can you stop mopping? You don't have to listen to them or anything." Rian said, preparing the couch for him to sleep on. We were all staying at Zack's for the night so we could all catch the plane tomorrow morning to Arizona. And then play a show that night. "Can you guys shut up, I'm trying to sleep in here!" Zack yelled from his bedroom. Our flight was at like, four in the morning and Zack gets real grouchy if he doesn't get enough sleep.

I crashed on the floor as Jack had taken the spare room, Rian bagseyed the couch so I got the floor. I tossed and turned for a while, trying to sleep but she was on my mind again. I sat up and grabbed my backpack. Right at the bottom was onr of the only things of hers I had. A small t-shirt and wrapped up inside it was the letter she gave me when she left 3 years ago. I read it through again, sniffling slightly. I stroked her handwriting and smelt her t-shirt. I quickly tucked them back at the bottom of my backpack.

I laid back down and shut my eyes. "I still love you Jasey." I said quietly to myself. I swear I could hear her say. "I still love you too Alex." But I knew it was a dream. A good dream which sent me off to sleep.

*Jasey POV*

I chuckled lightly at the old picture I kept at the bottom of our wardrobe. I have a small box full of picture, clothes and memories. Trace knew never to go in there, mainly becuase he knew my past in Maryland. I sighed and looked at the picture of Alex, smiling softly. I also kept Alex's hoodie in the box, and it smealt like him on that day that I left. Underneath that was the picture I could never look at.

Only Trace and Haley could see that picture, but Haley never does. Trace has done once, asking if we could ever have them. I shoved that picture to the side and put everything on top of it. I shut the wardrobe doors and clambered back into bed with Trace. He put his arm around me quickly and pecked the back of my neck. I could feel the metal of  snake-bite pircings on his lip slid acroos my skin as he settled back into his pillow. "Hey Trace?"

"Hmm?"

"Who else is going on this tour? I forgot to ask." He pulled me in closer to him. "Well, Fall Out Boy are headlining course. There's Cobra Starship, who you like. All Time Low..."

"What? Who?" I said quickly, interrupting his list. "All Time Low. You like them don't you?" I nodded, my eyes wide. "So what's wrong with it?" I gulped and shut my eyes. "Nothing. Just a shock." He chuckled. "Go to sleep babe. Early flight tomorrow morning." He whispered nuzzling my hair. I shut my eyes and all I could on my eye-lids was. Well.

Alex.

*I hope you don't hate me too much. It's just the way things were meant to roll. It made me cry, re-reading my last chapter. I was heartless. But I'm more heartless now. :P

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

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs

*Alex POV*

I woke up in some random bed again. I looked at the naked girl beside me. Stacy, I think her name was. Tracey maybe? I couldn't care less. I got out of her bed and changed back into my clothes from yesterday. I left the house as quickly as I could before she woke up. I was still hungover walking down the street back to my house, or Jack's if I got there first. It was something like two in the morning. Being the drunk I was, I tripped and grabbed the lampost ahead of me before I fell. The breeze whipped my skin, pulling me slightly out of my drunk state.

My back slid down the metal of the post and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Going through my contacts, I found her name and pressed call. After endless ringing, I heard her voice ringing through my ear.

Hey. You've reached Jasey! Sorry, I can't really answer my phone right now.

Probably because I'm banging her!

Shut up Alex! Ignore that. Just leave me a message or number and I'll get back to you. Love you!

I hung up as soon as I heard it beep. I wouldn't leave another voice message for her. I dialled Jack's number and waited for him to answer. "Alex. It's almost three in the morning. What do you want?"

"Come pick me up."

"Where are you dude?"

I rubbed my head. "Umm. You know where Rian used to live?" He sighed. "Yup."

"Near there. I'm by a street light."

"Don't move. I'll be like ten minutes." I hung up my phone and leant my head against the cool metal of the street light. I shut my eyes, just imagining her voice ring ing my ear. Her lips on mine. Her skin against my skin.

"Jasey?" I asked as I woke up. She wasn't next to me so I sat up and streched, glancing around my room. She wasn't anywhere near me. I looked down at my lap. "What the fuck?" I asked quietly, picking up the letter addressed to me in Jasey's curley handwriting. I unfolded it and read the words, the ink sometimes ran with water.

Alex.

I'm a coward. I'll admit that now. But this is for your own good.

I have to go with him. I can't fight what the law says, or what my father says. I hope you understand why I had to leave in this way. I want your last memory of me to be happy. Our kisses, our hugs, our talks. Everything we shared. The memories of the nights we spent together will haunt my dreams until the die I get buried, but in a good way. I love you. More than I should. I want you to be happy without me. Have other girlfriends, hang out with Jack, Rian and Zack. Tour the world. You guys deserve it. I want to hear and see great things from All Time Low. You have a life ahead of you that just doesn't involve me. We both know that neither of us can be in a long distance relationship without missing each other terribly and end up fighting or breaking each other's heart. At least this way, you get time to heal.

As much as I regret saying it. We need a clean break. You have to move on and forget about me. Be Alex Gaskarth, the man I fell in love with. Not a depressed man I know you will become. I'm telling you now. Be happy without me.

Jasey Rae xxxx

P.S: I love you.

"Fuck!" I yelled, running up the stairs. I didn't care I just had my boxer's on, I opened the front door and saw a car driving away. I could just make out Jasey's face in teh back window. I knew it was too late. All of a sudden, my legs gave way undreneath me so I landed on my knees. Her letter crunching in my hand as I cried a little. "I love you." I said softly. "Alex. What's going on?" I heard my mother say. "She left me. She left." I said, starting to sob. My mom bent down and started hugging me as well as cradling me. "It's okay love." She said, kissing the top of my head. "It's no good in remembering Sunday."

"Alex. Wake up." I heard Jack say. I opened my eyes and my vision blurred focusing on Jack's face. "Jackkkk. Why did she have to leave?" I asked. He gulped and lifted my arm over his shoulder. "I don't know Alex. But you haven't been sober for days, and she wouldn't want you to be on the road to self-destruction."

I shrugged a she put me in his car. "You smell of booze and perfume." Jack noted, getting onto the driver's side. I shrugged again, leaning my head on the car window. "You don't to sleep with any girls who tries to kiss you Alex. Jasey said she wanted you to move on. Not sleep around."

"I don't need you lecturing me on what Jasey wanted. She wanted to fuck off without saying goodbye. She wanted to leave me behind when she's all I lived for. She wanted to hurt me!"

"Alex! You weren't the only to get hurt by Jasey leaving! I was her best friend! She left me without even a letter! You're the lucky one in this Alex! The least you can do is try and be strong for me, the band, your family, even her and most importantly. Yourself!" I looked away from him. "Look at yourself Alex." He said more calmly. "You're not Alex Gaskarth anymore. You're just some guy who goes out and drinks every night to numb the pain of a broken heart. Sleeps with girls like their things and not remembering who the hell they are. What happened to Alex Gaskarth, my best friend?"

"His heart got broken." I said, but I could see what Jack meant. If I ever saw Jasey again, she wouldn't want to see me like this. I looked up at the stars, wondering if Jasey was seeing them too.

*Jasey POV*

"Just leave me alone Haley." I said again as she knocked my bedroom door. I was sat on my bed, facing the stupid wand in front of me. Next to it, was a picture I took of Alex on one of our dates. I was cradling a pillow, considering what had happened. I picked up the wand again and checked the result again.

Positive.

*Ta-Da*

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

Luck loves me not tonight, I'm running out...
This four leaf clover's all but useless now.
I've got four wheels that say I'm not alone tonight,
I'm always looking for a joy ride through the
Brightest part of this town.

"What am I going to do Alex?" I asked again as he held me. Soon after Steven said I had to move to Franklin, Alex grabbed my old duffel bag and stuffed any spare items of clothing he could find into it. He then stormed out of my house with me in tow. Bernice stood there, holding Libby back as she screamed for me to stay. Steven was fighting for me to stay there but it took all my willpower to ignore him. I hated seeing Libby cry, espeically with that Bernice holding her back. I just sat in the car and cried as soon as Alex drove out of view. Alex blamed himself, but I said it was the right thing to do. Even though I couldn't hermit with the Gaskarth's for the rest of my existence.

"Jasey, you can stay here as long as you need too." He said sleepily, kissing the back of my neck. "Alex, I can't just bum around here for the rest of my life." I heard him sigh. "Jasey. We don't mind staying here while Bernice and Steven calm down."

"What if they do call my dad, get him to come pick me up?" He pulled me in closer to him and started rubbing up and down my body. "Would he come if Steven called?" That was a point. My dad hated Steven. Hated being a huge understatement. "I'm not sure. Maybe." Alex yawned. "Exactly." I shook my head, chuckling silently to myself. He wasn't paying too much attention. As sooon as I heard his sweet little snore, I shut my eyes.

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I swear, I was going to hit Alex if he kept kissing my neck to try and wake me up. "Jasey, wake up." He whispered, sliding his hands up and down my body. "Alex, I need more sleep." I hissed. He started nibbling my ear-lobe before I elbow his stomach. "Owwww." I heard him gasp. I chuckled and snuggled my head back into Alex's pillow. "That hurt Jaseyyyyy." He moaned. "That was the point." He attacked me, tickling me. I squealed kicking the sheets off us. "Alex! STOP IT! You know how ticklish I am?!"

His lips latched onto mine, stopping my urgent intake of breath. I stopping laughing and shut my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck replying to his kiss. I don't what it was, but it wasn't the same as it was before. It felt different, almost sad in a way. Like he was scared that this was our last time together, maybe not forever, but for a while. If my dad came, that was. He let go and rubbed his nose against mine. "Jasey..." I shushed him, putting my index finger to his lips.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He kissed my finger and started twirling my hair around his long, elegent fingers. "About what babe?" I rubbed his muscular shoulder and down his arm. "My dad. If he comes." He smiled weakly and held my hand when I reached his. "He won't. And if he does, you don't have to leave." I smiled softly, sniffling and blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. "Don't cry Jasey." He said sweetly, wiping my cheek. I shook my head as I say him starting to cry too. I wiped under his eyes with my thumbs. "Don't you cry. I'm not leaving yet."

He chuckled, already choking on the sobs emerging in his throat. I sighed. "Alex, please don't cry." He smiled and laid his head down my chest. I could small water droplets on his old t-shirt I was wearing. I stroked his hair and kissed his head. "It'll be okay Alex. I'll make sure of it." I whispered into his hair.

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Alex had fallen back to sleep with his little crying thing earlier. I got out of bed and went up the stairs to think about this whole 'If I was leaving thing.' I would never want Alex to go through a long-distance relationship with someone as meaningless as me. My phone started ringing, so I grabbed befre it woke Alex up.

'DAD'

My hand stared shaking. He never normally calls me unless it's like my birthday or Christmas or something like that. I flipped my phone up and put the reciver to my ear. "Dad. Hi. What's up?"

"Hey baby." Okay, he was being overly friendly. "I heard about your mom sweetheart and Steven says you've been acting out." God, he was going all physcological on me now. "Dad, I'm not one of your paients." I sighed. He laughed. "Jasey. I know you're not. It's just that Steven told me you lashed out at Bernice." I couldn't help laugh sacastically. "It's not funny Jasey. She's four months pregnant, you could have really hurt her."

"Yeah. And I'm Doris Day." I said. "Well Miss Day, I'm here in Maryland to come get you." My breathing stopped. "What?"

"I'm at Steven's now. And you're not here." I checked behind me to see if Alex was awake. The door was still shut. "I'm not coming to Franklin with you. I have a life here, a good one. Even though mom's gone."

"Jasey. I have got Haley with me, she wants to see you." I sighed. My step-sister Haley was great. I really loved her, she was a great singer too. For a sixteen year-old anyways. "Dad, I love her but I don't want to leave Maryland. I'm happy here." I didn't want to leave Alex behind.

"Jasey Rae. You have to come with me under the law. Friends or no friends.You're coming with me. Today." He hissed. "What friend's do you know about?"

"Steven told me about this Alex boy." I gulped. "Dad. I love him."

"Jesus Jasey. You're seventeen. You don't know what love is. Steven knows where you are now, ten minutes Jasey." He hung up. I looked towards the stairway, where Alex was still asleep donwstairs. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the computer desk. I wrote Alex a small note, crying softly doing so.

I went down the stairs to the basement and Alex was still sleeping. I pulled on my jeans from yesterday and one of Alex's hoodies. I smealt the hood quickly and sighed. I bit my lip and walked up to him and kissed his forehead lightly. I swallowed my tears before kissing his cheek and rubbing my own against it. I put the letter I had wrote on his chest. "I love you Alex. Remember that." I whispered, stroking his hand. I threw my duffel bag over my shoulder, tears rolling down my cheeks. I knew a relationship like this would end up in heart-break for one of us.

I ran up the stairs, not looking back as I ran out of the front door.  Out of Alex's life. Out of mine. And I was probably never coming back. My father was just pulling up in his expensive car. I clambered into it, putting my duffel bag on my lap. Haley who was also sat in the back hugged my shoulders as we left. I'd rather Alex had our last memory together of our kiss then a tearful goodbye. I turned around and glanced out of the back window as he drove, I saw him open his front door and fall to his knees when he saw he was to late. I turned back around quickly, inhaled and the tears came fast and flowing. I kept quiet, but inside, I was dying.

I remembered my letter.  The ending hurt the most to write.

P.S. I love you.

*Said it got worse.*

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

Sell me out I'm yesterday's old news,
phrases left on paper,
black ink bleeding through
the pages where we made our history.
Call me foolish,
I feel hopeless...

"What?!" I screamed at Steven. "You heard Jasey. Bernice will be living with us now." I was sat at my mother's kitchen table, since I had been dragged out of the hospital so that my mother could be cremated. "No way Steven. Your wife just died and you can at last wait a while before your whore of a fiance jumps into that bed." I said, pointing up the stairs. "Jasey. That was totally uncalled for. And you will not call Bernice that while you're living under my roof." He said calmly. I leant my elbows on the table and dragged my fingers through my hair. "Steven. My mother has just died and you want to throw another mom striaght into Libby's life. It's not right."

"Jasey. Your mother and I were spilting up. I want Libby to get used to Bernice as soon as she can. Then we can be a family. Me, Bernice, Libby and you." He said softly, touching my hand. I yanked it away, tears in my eyes. "I'm nothing to you now. The spare part of the family. You know that." He sighed. "Jasey. I still care about you. I do. I want you to be a part of this new family." He put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. I knew I was fighting a loosing battle, with this Bernice situation. Steven was my guardian appatenly, according to him, so what he said goes.

"I'll stay for Libby's sake." I hissed. He smiled. "Good girl, now can you plase make Bernice feel welcome when she comes." I stood up and tucked my chair in. "Nope." I said, popping the P. I started running up the stairs. "Jasey! Get back down here!" Steven shouted after me, but I just slammed my door and locked it. I banged my fist against it, resulting in my pain. "For fucks sake!" I screamed. I turned around and was comforted by my family portrait. I picked it up and stroked my mother's face. My dad was hugging me while my mother was hugging him.

I was overwhelmed with anger and threw it on the wooden floor, letting it smash. The glass flew everywhere across my floor. All of a sudden, I saw red. I pushed everything off my desk onto the floor, pictures smashed and the crashing of my lamp woke me up from my emotional outburst. I started picking everything up, cutting myself on glass in the process. Blood spilled on my floor, which scared me but also comforted me strangely. I leant my back against my wall and just tried calming myself down.

I heard someone knocking on my balconey door. I looked up and Alex's head was poking out of my drawn curtains. He inhaled sharply when he saw me, the mess I had made of my room. The mess I had made of my hands and arms. "Jasey. What did you do?" He asked softly, tip-toeing around the glass and possesions that separated us. "I don't know. I wasn't thinking. I found my family portrait and I was just so angry and..."

"Okay baby. It's okay." He said, lifting me up. "Do you have any bandages in your bathroom?" I nodded as he supported me into my bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet  and dug through my stuff. He found the guazes I kept there, in case Libby has an accident. He took some wet wipes and rubbed over the small cuts on my fists's, hand's and arm's. I whinced. "Okay baby. I'm sorry." He said weakly. I nodded as he wrapped the guaze's around my wrist's and hand's. He smiled and tucked my fringe behind my ear.

"How you feeling now?" I chuckled lightly. "Not so great as it seems." I said lightly, holding my bandaged arms up in the air. He giggled. "How's this whole Bernice situation?" I gulped. "She's moving in. Much to my objections." Alex sighed. "He can't do this to you. I mean, you're not ready for this." He said, putting his hands either side of my face. I leant in and kissed him lightly. He moved his hands so they were behind my head, so we were closer, breathing each other in.

"Jasey? Can I come in?" Someone said in texan drawl. I sighed and leant my head on Alex's shoulder. "Let me go get rid of her." I whispered, kissing Alex's forehead. He smiled and nodded. I straightened myself out and went into my trashed room. I opened the door slightly, so the mess was hidden. Bernice was there, smiling brightly with Steven behind her. "Hey honey. I thought we could have a chat. Girl to girl." I narrowed my eyes at Steven who was pleading with me. "Well. No. Sorry Bernice." I was about to slam my door when her foot blocked it.

"Jasey. Stop being immature." Steven said. My jaw dropped. "I'm being the mature one. If we were in the same room together, I may slaughter her. So, there we go."

"Jasey, honey. Please?" Bernice said. "Go ruin someone else's life you homewrecker." I hissed in her face. "I've had enough of this Jasey! How dare you talk to her like that! I thought I wouldn't have to do this." Steven yelled. I stared at him. Alex heard all the commotion. "Jasey, what's going on?" He asked, coming up behind me. "Alex. Just leave it." I whispered. Steven's eyes widened as he stared at Alex then back at me. "How did he get in?" I rolled my eyes. "I let him in." His eyes narrowed at him. "Jasey. This is a family situation, so can your friend leave." Bernice siad softly, eyeing Alex up and down.

What happened next was just a blur. I slapped Bernice hard around the face, there was Steven asking her if she was okay. Alex grabbing my waist before I hurt her anymore and whispering in my ear how good a hit it was. "Jasey. I cannot have this behaviour with Libby and a new baby on the way. You're going to live with your father!"

I stared at him in shock. "What?" I choked out. "After you're mother's funeral, you're going to live with your father." Alex kept a tighter grip on me. "He lives in Franklin jackass!" I shouted. Steven just stared at me, like I was stranger. "It's your own falut." Bernice, who was on the floor was smirking evily. This is what she wanted all along.

I just stood there, staring at Bernice then Steven, then the floor, then to Alex's arms around me. This was all some nightmare, and I couldn't wake up from it.

*Yes. Like mentioned, it gets worse before it gets better. And it gets lots worse.*

There was no way I was pregnant.

Absolutely no way.

The woman, Martha I think her name was, had hung up leaving me alone. I managed to control my breathing somewhat, but now I had two things to do. I needed to tell Gabe and Will they could be Sammy’s dad, and tell someone that I was having another.

Unless I got rid of it.

It might be too late for me to tell William and Gabe that one of them fathered a child, but if I got rid of this one then I could continue this band, still be with Patrick, Pete wouldn’t be disappointed in me again for being incredibly stupid. 

I opened the drawer next to me as grabbed the phone book. It felt weird looking for abortionists in the LA area. I found several. I closed my eyes and jabbed the book, landing on one abortion clinic, which I think was near-by. I grabbed the phone again and dialled the clinic’s number.

With a deep breath, I waited for someone to answer. “Hello. You’re speaking to Vicky. How may I help?” The over chirpy receptionist recited. “Um, hi.” I replied nervously. “Is this ‘Forever restarted’?”

“Yes dear. How may I help?” I closed my eyes. “I would like to book a termination.” I said calmly.  “Okay dear. First of all, I need your name.”

“Grace Jayne Siska.” I heard a pen scratch. “Okay. Age?”

“18.” I heard the pen scratch again. “Alright, and how far along are you in your pregnancy dear?” I shut my eyes. “2 weeks.”

“Alright sweetheart. I know this feel strange but I must tell you, that this procedure this very safe. Since you’re very early into your pregnancy, we can get you to take two pills. One will destroy the lining of your womb, the other will make you bleed, resulting in a miscarriage.”

I nodded. “Okay. How long will that take?”

“You can come in today and take the first pill, then tomorrow for the second. Dr. Roe is available today at three. Will you be available for that appointment?” I nodded to myself. “Yeah. Sure.” The receptionist scribbled down something else.

“Okay. Do you have a family member or friend you can bring with for emotional support, as this is an emotionally draining process.” I thought about it.

Liana could come. She was my best friend. She would understand. “Yes, I do.”

“Okay dear. I shall call you an hour before your appointment to remind you. Just to make sure you think you are making the right decision.” I quickly thanked her and hung up. I dragged my fingers through my knotted, unwashed hair.

This was so hard.

“Grace, what are you doing on the floor?” I heard Liana ask. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. “Long story.” She smiled sympathetically. “The hospital, have they called?” I nodded my head. “Well?” Liana asked nervously. “I match.” Liana squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You should be happy. Why aren’t you happy?” I gulped.

“I can’t donate in my condition.” Liana’s features turned from happy to confused. “What condition?” I inhaled deeply. “Liana. I’ve been so stupid again.” I think that helped her catch on. “You’re not.” I nodded. “Who’s the dad this time?” My eyes widened.

Oh god.

I didn’t know.

It could have been William again, but this time, Patrick, the man I had been falling for, could be my baby’s father. “You don’t know do you?” She accused, ripping her arms away. “It could be William, or Patrick. That’s why I’ve booked myself in for this.” I pointed at the phone book.

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped. “You’re joking right? An abortion!?” I quickly covered her mouth. “No Liana. I’m not. I need to come with me today. Please?” I took my hand away.

She looked guilty, scared, shocked and disappointed in one facial expression. “I’ll come.” She said after a few moments of silence. I hugged her. “Thanks so much.” I said quietly. She smiled softly. “Go get changed. Get showered. Okay?” I nodded and left her.

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I grabbed the phone. I couldn’t let Grace do this. I dialled Pete’s number. “Hello?” He answered angrily. “Sorry Pete, it’s Liana.” He sighed.

“I was talking to my very sick daughter Liana. What’s so important?” I inhaled deeply. “Grace can donate. She matches.” I swear, I could hear Pete’s jaw drop. “You serious? Oh my god. That’s fantastic.”

“Not really Pete. She can’t donate in her condition.” I emphasised. “What? What condition?” I gulped and checked the coast was clear. “She’s pregnant Pete. And she’s about to go and get a fucking termination.”

There was a long silence.

“What?” He gasped. “Pregnant. Having another child.” I repeated. “She’s getting an abortion. She can’t do that to Trick. No way. Stop her.”

“I can’t! Patrick needs to stop her. He’s the only one she’ll listen too.” He hung up. Hopefully calling Patrick.

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

Dead - Like a candle you burned out;
spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream - To be heard, like you needed any more attention;
throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.

Alex wouldn't let me go as Steven was taken through to see my mother's body. I didn't want him to go, but since I was under 21, I couldn't go in unless I had parental consent. Stupidly. I was cradling Libby, who awake now. She was crying alot still, since I told her that Mommy had died. I told her bluntly because I didn't want her believing that her mother would be coming back. Steven told her more gently that Mommy wasn't very well and fell asleep and she can't wake up.

"Jasey, where will we live now?" I looked down at my little sister as she spoke. I smiled softly. "You'll go live with Daddy honey." She nodded into my chest. "Where will you live?" I kissed her hair and pulled her in closer. I think Alex got quite worried when I didn't answer her question. "She'll be living with you dad too." He answered for me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder's. I leant my head on his collarbone as I rocked Libby.

"When do you think you can see your mom?" Jack asked as he put his hand on my back. I shrugged and started playing with Libby's hair. "He shouldn't even be here. Bastard." Jack muttered. I didn't have any energy to yell at him for swearing with Libby in the room. "Jack, come on. Calm down." Alex said, stroking my head.

The door opened at this woman walked into the room. She was wearing a pink shirt, jeans and a green cardigan. I didn't know who she was. "I'm sorry honey. I'm looking for Steven." She said in this thick texan accent. "Who are you?" Jack asked. "Oh, I'm a friend of his. I heard his wife died." I looked up at her, glancing at her stomach as you couldn't exactly miss it. "Sorry. I don't know him." I hissed. Alex was about to stop me, but I think he saw what I was doing. "I'll just wait then." She said before sitting down opposite me.

She rubbed her stomach. "Oh baby. Daddy will be here soon." She said. She glanced at Libby on my lap. "Aww, how old is she?" I glared at her and held her closer. "She's five. How far along are you?" She smiled. "About four months. I'm quite big apparently." I nodded. "So, how long have you and Steven been together?" She smiled. "About six months. We got together back in Chicago but he moved here so I came down for a visit."

Alex hugged me tighter, as did Jack. "So, why are you here darling?" She asked me. God,this woman had to be Bernice. So I didn't want to look at her anymore. "My mother died, so I'm waiting for my step-father to come back from seeing her." She looked at me with wide-eyes. "Oh, okay. You do know Steven don't you?" She asked harshly. "He's my step-father. And your Bernice, the slut that killed my mother." She didn't look gulity. "Well, your mother was crazy darling. Not my falut she topped herself honey." Alex litterally had to hold me down.

Steven walked in and gasped when he saw his whore sitting there. "Bernice, what are you doing here?" She suddenly changed back into this sweet woman. "Oh baby, I didn't want you being on your own at such a tragic time." He didn't smile when she hugged him. "I'd better introduce you. This is Jasey, Karen's daughter and Libby. My daughter." Bernice smirked evily. "Oh, she's adorable." She cooed, clicking her heels over to me and Libby. "Don't you dare even think about it." I hissed, holding Libby tighter.

She pretended to pout. "Steven, why can't I see my new step-daughter?" I stared at Steven. "Excuse me?!" Bernice smiled slyly and held out her hand. The ring on her left hand was glittering in the hospital light. "When do you ask her?" I asked. He gulped and put his arm around her waist. "Earlier today. I went to tell your mom I was leaving and I found her like this." I looked down, almost to the point of crying. Steven stole Libby from my arms. "Go see your mother if you want. It isn't pretty love." I glared at him. "Do not call me love. I am nothing to you now." I hissed, standing up.

I stromed out of the room and walked to what I knew was my mother's room. "Jasey! Wait up!" I heard Alex call. I turned around, wiping my eyes quickly. Alex and Jack were running towards me. "We want to come with you. I'd hate to think of you on your own." I nodded, gripping Alex's hand for dear life. The nurse came out of my mom's room. "You related sweetheart?" I nodded. "She's my mom." The nurse nodded sympathetically and opened the door for me. I inhaled deeply and hugged Alex and Jack quickly. "I'll see you in a minute." They nodded as I walked inside.

The room was eerily quiet. The pale blue walls echoed my breathing as I walked over to the hosiptal bed. I saw my mother's pale body that didn't move. Her chest didn't rise, her eye's wouldn't open. I touched her hand, but it was ice cold. I jerked my hand away. Under her eye's were black, she looked like she was asleep. I gulped and touched her hand again, holding it this time. "I'm so sorry mom. You didn't deserve this." I rubbed her hand against my cheek, so it wiped away my tears. "Mommy, please. Wake up." I cried childishly.

I felt two arms wrap around my waist. "It's okay Jasey. Cry." I heard Alex say. I let go of my mother's pale hand and turned around, sobbing my heart out. I started hitting his chest with my fists. "Why the hell did she have to do it?! She's so fucking stupid! How could she leave me?! Why did she have to die?" I sobbed. Alex didn't complain and just held me as I hit him, cried, screamed and eventually fell to the floor. Alex started singing to me.

Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye -
it could be for the last time and it's not right.
"Don't let yourself get in over your head," he said.
Alone and far from home we'll find you...

Dead - Like a candle you burned out;
spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream - To be heard, like you needed any more attention;
throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.

Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around
it's like a piece of me is missing.
I could have learned so much from you but what's left now?
Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain?
Can't you see there should have been a happy ending we let go?

Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to s...

Sing me to sleep
I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I knew this song. Lullabies. It was beautiful. It was their record, The Party Scene. "I love you Jasey." He whispered, kissing my hair. I didn't reply, I just stared up at my mother's lifeless body.

“I really don’t like it Jessica.” Grace moaned again.

They had been getting Grace to try on dresses for the past four hours and yet, they had found none. Laura’s friend had come all the way from New York to her shop in Chicago so that Grace could find the perfect dress.

So far, they had found nothing.

The dress she had on right now was a corset off-the-shoulder number that just fell to Grace’s feet. “Grace. It really suits you.” Jessica said, beginning to untie the corset. “I’m going to be heavily pregnant walking down that aisle. I need something that involve a corset. I need to breathe so it can breathe.” Laura sighed and went over to her friend who always displayed Laura’s dress designs. “What about this one? It hasn’t got a corset.” Jess said to Jessica.

Jessica nodded and threw at Grace. “Try it on before I slap you for being the most awkward person in the world.” Grace laughed once before drawing the curtain on her dressing room. She pulled the ivory dress she was wearing off her growing body and replaced it with the flowing, pure white dress Jess had picked. It sat perfectly over her body, gripping in the right places, basically not her stomach or abdomen. The spaghetti straps held the dress in place as Grace adjusted them to make the dress stay up.

When she glanced the full length mirror in the dressing room, her whole face lit up. This was the one. “If you don’t hurry it up in there, I will come in and drag your ass out!!” Jessica yelled. God, she was more cranky then Grace remembered.

Grace opened the curtain and met the happy, shocked and just annoyed face’s of her friends. “Grace. That dress is just stunning.” Laura said. “Even though I designed this dress, I never thought it’d look so good.” Grace twirled at the bigger mirror, watching it rise and all gracefully. “I love this dress.” She said quietly. Even Jessica was quiet. “Thanks so much Jess.” Grace squealed, hugging her fellow FOB girlfriend/wife. Jess smiled and patted her friend’s back. “No problem.” Grace jumped out of her friend’s arms and stared at herself again. “Jessica, what do you think?” Jessica came up behind her, putting her hand on her shoulder. “It looks great on you. Let’s just hope that the boys found something to wear.”

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“Pete, you will not wear a pink tux to my wedding!” Patrick yelled for the, what, tenth time. “Why not? It looks cool.” Pete said, admiring the vibrant pink tuxedo on the rack. “It looks hideous. Plus, I think Grace will kill me if my best man turned up in a pink suit.” Pete sighed, hanging it back up.

“With Pete it took, what, ten minutes. Why has it taken us an hour to decide not to have pink tux’s?” Joe asked as he fell down into one of the armchairs. “Because Pete’s an asshole and won’t let Patrick make his mind up?” Andy suggested. Joe got out his phone, leaving Patrick and Pete to argue about the coloured tux’s. His background, a picture of him and Laura made him smile.

They hadn’t been out on one date yet, but Melody loved taking pictures on Joe’s iPhone. He quickly started writing out a text to Laura. ‘Hope everything’s okay. Maybe, if everything goes well. We could go out for a coffee or something tonight? Or a movie? Joe.’

“Joe, can you see if this suit fits." He sighed and took the suit Patrick was handing him. He walked into the dressing room as did everyone else. Andy was the first out. “I look like a fucking pimp or something.” He shouted.

Pete was next, adjusting his tie. “I don’t look so bad. Joe? Patrick?” Joe then emerged, buttoning up his suit jacket. He looked in the mirror and nodded. “Patrick? What’s taking you so long in there?” Pete questioned, opening the curtain slightly. Pete wolf-whistled. “You’re hot stuff baby this evening...” Pete sang as he dragged Patrick out of the dressing room.

“Pete, those aren’t even the lyrics.” Andy pointed out, yanking at his tie. Patrick looked up at the mirror. He didn’t look so bad, he thought. “It looks okay.” He simply stated. Pete gaped at him. “Patrick. You look great.” He chuckled and smiled. “If you think so.” Pete smiled at his insecure friend. “Patrick, I have a song that perfectly describes  my feelings of how dashing you look.” Patrick shut his eyes, already embarrassed. 

"I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet - I wanna be the shower when you sweat. I gotta be the tattoo on your skin - yeah lemme be your bed baby - when you climb in. I wanna be the sheets when you sleep - let me be the secrets that you keep. I gotta be the spoon - ta stir your cream. I wanna be the one that really makes you scream.”

 He started singing before Andy quickly covered his mouth. “That was just inappropriate.” Joe noted, checking his phone. “Gotta love a bit of Bryan Adams .” Pete replied. Patrick hid his face. “You want fans to think we’re secretly dating. You’re going the right way about it.” Joe heard Patrick say. Laura had already replied. ‘See you back at Patrick’s place. Maybe we could go out then.’

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

When the sun shines
Well shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella

I could hear someone banging on the bedroom door, saying that Libby was crying for me. Jack stood up and opened it, revealing Alex was carrying my little sister in his arms. He gave Libby to Jack, who said everything was okay. He knew, Alex knew and I most definatly knew that it wasn't. "Jasey..." Alex whispered, sinking down into Jack's place beside me. I sniffled and let him wrap his arms around me. "It'll be alright Jasey. You'll be okay." I leant my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him akwardly. "Why did she do it Alex? Things were going so well..." He shushed me and started stroking my unruly hair.

Jack was still hugging Libby, telling her little stories. Alex started lifting me up, supporting me. "I'm gonna take you there Jasey, okay?" I nodded as we walked out of Jack's room and started making our way down the stairs. Jack was sill carrying Libby when we got outside to Alex's car. I sat in the back with Libby while Jack took the front. We were quiet the entire journey to the god-damned hospital. Libby was still sniffling so I started rubbing her head. "You'll be okay. Mommy will be alright too. I promise." I said, and the saddest thing was. I was reassuring myself as well as Libby.

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I hate hospitals.

Ever since my mom first tried to top herself, I can't go into any hospital without it bringing back bad memories. Almost six years ago now. I gulped as Alex pushed my back towards the reception. The man, probably in his mid-twenties, smiled at me. "Can I help you guys?" Libby answered for us. "I want my mommy." The dude smiled. "Where is your mommy, do you know?" He looked up at me and Alex. "She was brought about an hour ago. She..." I took a deep breath. "Tried overdosing on pills?" He smiled sympathetically and waded through what I assumed was his notes.

He then and looked at the paper, which had my mother's name on. "Are you her daughter?" I nodded. "What's your name dear? Just for sercurity purposes." I sighed. "Jasey Rae." He nodded and bent over the desk. "She was in resussitation, but I'll get the doctor to come see you. If you go wait with your father in the waiting room..." I blinked suddenly. "Steven's here? Someone said he had to go..."

"He came back about twenty minutes ago. He just had to drop his girlfriend home..."

"His what?!" The guy looked up at me with wide eyes. "His girlfriend." Alex's grip tightened on me. "We'll just go wait. Thanks so much." He said poiltely. The guy nodded as we left for the waiting room. "Jasey. Please calm down before you hit him." I inhaled deeply and nodded. I looked behind me at Jak, who was again carrying Libby. Alex opened thed oor for me and we went inside. Steven was sat on the couch, his head in his hands. He glanced up at me, and sighed when he saw it was me. Libby escaped from Jack's arms and ran into Steven. "Daddy!" She yelled as she jumped for him. He smiled weakly and put her on his lap.

"Hey Libby doll." He said, ruffling her mop of blonde hair. He then glanced at me. "You okay Jasey? Who are these guys then?" I glared at him. "How could you even ask me that? You know exactly how I'm feeling!" I yelled, almost leaping at him but Alex kept a firm grip of my waist. "Jasey. Calm down." Steven said. "Oh fuck yourself Steven. My mother is in there because of your litle slut of a girlfriend. She could die. And you want me to calm down!"

"Jasey. Not in front of Libby babe." Alex whispered in my ear. I bit my lip so hard that I thought it was going to bleed. Steven seemed quite thankful that Alex had managed to calm me down sightly. "Alright." I hissed, siting down opposite Steven. "I'm Alex. Jasey's friend, and this is Jack." He nodded simply before returning to Libby. Alex and Jack both took a seat next to me, probably just to make sure I didn't kill Steven.

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Three hours had passed and no doctor or nurse had come to tell me if my mother was alive or not. I had bitten my nails down so far that both Alex and Jack had to take a hand each to stop me. Steven was rocking Libby, who had convenatly fallen asleep on his lap. "Why Steven?" I choked out, much to everyone's surprise. I hadn't said anything since my outburst earlier. "Why what Jasey?" He whispered in reply.

"Why did you cheat on my mother? Have an affair? Whatever you want to call it." He sighed, stroking Libby's forehead. "Me and your mom haven't been getting along since we moved to Maryland. Then I meet Bernice. She's just so normal."

"Not high-matience you mean? Like my mom?"

"I didn't say that Jasey, I said..."

"No." I interuppted. "You married my mother knowing full well she wasn't right in the head. You knew every single one of her problems. Then you say that your girlfriend is normal?" He sighed again. "Jasey. I loved you rmom once, but I can't handle her anymore. Bernice comforted me. I feel guilty Jasey, of course I do that your mom found out this way. She deserves better than that. But, I can't be married to your mother anymore."

Before I could reply, a nurse came in. "Hi. My name's Sarah and I have some news on Mrs. Harrison-Rae."

"Is she okay? Is my mom alright?" Sarah didn't smile and seemed to hold her breath. That's when I knew what was coming. "I'm sorry. She didn't make it. We did everything we could."

Alex wrapped his arms tightly around me, leaning me on his chest. My eyes were to dry to cry. Steven just looked shocked and Libby was thankfully still asleep. I felt Jack rub my back as I stared into space. I had no mother now. No family at all.

"What am I going to do?" I asked the empty space. "You still have us as friend's. We'll stick by you forever." I heard Alex say before he kissed my forehead.

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

Grab my wrists and pull away
Wake me up in time to hear you say
I can't stay here no more
Don't go please stay
I'll beg for one last day
There's so much more I have to learn from you
I swear I'll miss you when you're gone

 After showering and changing, I got Libby dressed in something that made her look like my sister, becase I really didn't want people to think I had a five year old daughter. I pulled on her coat and let her put on her shoes. My mother was ironing clothes in the dining room, with her music, mainly Bruce Springsten coming softly through the speakers. I had texted Jack, asking if he wanted to hang out again today. He said he neded to study, so I'm going over to help tutor him. He really sucked at World History.

"I'm going to Jack's mom! I'll be early, maybe at like, six or something with Libby. Is that okay?" I asked, poking my head around the dining room door. My mother nodded, not really paying attention. "Have fun dear." I gulped, I didn't want to leave my mom on her own when she sounded like this. Kinda all dugged out and just, distant. "Mom, you sure you're alright with me going out?" She smiled in my direction. "Of course I am. Go have fun with Jack." I bit my lip and nodded. I'm glad I keep anything that cause my mom harm, like pills or anything, locked away in my medicine cabinet.

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"... Follow, follow, follow the grey paved road." I sag with Libby as we walked to Jack place, which is only about 3 miles from our house. It took us about, 20 minutes to get there and another 5 minutes for Jack to even answer the door. "Hey Jasey and..." He looked down. "Mini-Jasey?" I sighed and walked into the house, pulling Libby in with me. "Jack, this is my little sister Libby. Libby, this Jack. Don't accept anything from him unless I say it's okay." Libby nodded. "Okay Jasey." She said in her childish, high-pitched voice. "Since when do you have a kid sister?"

"Since about 5 years ago. Now, am I tutoring you on World History or not?" Jack nodded and pointed up his stairs. I took Libby's hand and skipped up the stairs with her. When we got to the room that said. 'Jack's Room. KEEP OUT.' I stopped. "Jack!" I yelled as he came up the stairs. "What Jasey?"

"Is your room child-proof?" He came and stood by me. "What do you mean by that?" I stood on my tip-toes and let go of Libby's hand. I covered my mouth and Jack's ear. "Anything remotely sexual, dirty, dangerous or anything in there you need to get rid of before I let an innocent five year old in there?" He sighed and opened his door. "In you go Libby." He greeted, smiling. I looked inside his room, and it was spotless amazingly. Everything was tidy, no clothes on the floor. The exact opposite of Alex's room. "Jack. What the hell?" He chuckled and ushered me inside. He shut his door and let me sit down on his freshly made bed. Libby was already sitting on the floor with one of Jack's old batman toys.

"World History?" He said, clicking his fingers in the direction of his desk. I nodded as he pulled out his world History textbook, and a couple of highlighters. I smiled as I streched out on his bed and he laid down next to me. "You alright there Libby?" He asked my sister, who was too busy making Batman and Superman make-out. "Yeahhhhh." She repiled. I giggled and opened up on the first chapter on Nazi Germany. "Right, so what do you know so far?"

"That Hitler was a complete ass and had no penis?" I covered his mouth and looked over at Libby, who thankfully wasn't paying attention. "Small child in the room!" I hissed. He slapped his forehead and then buried into the textbook. "Oh Jeez. Sorry." I yanked on his hair to pull his head out of the textbook. "It's cool. You are right though. He was also a manwhore, no clue why, but he was."

"Whoa. What a playa!" Jack shouted, flicking his hand above his head. "Hey Jack?"

"Yo." I chuckled. "If any gangster saw that. They'd put a cap in your ass." He stuck his tongue out at me. "I'll put a cap in your fine ass mother-trucker."

"Jack, shut the hell up and read this crap on Germany before I slap you."

"Yes Miss. Jasey." He recited while I just buried my head into his blanket.

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"I get now! Hitler was a dictator who wanted Germany to be a superpower and rule the world including us and Great Britain!" I clapped slowly. "Finally. Took you long enough Barakat." I smiled though, closing the textbook. I glanced at the clock on his wall. It was coming up to three in the afternoon. Libby was still entertained now dancing to one of All Time Low's demo's. My phone rang in my pocket. I didn't reconigse the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Jasey Rae?"

I signalled to Jack to turn the music down. I covered my left ear. "Yeah? Who's calling?"

"This is Katlin, from Baltimore Genral Hospital. You're mother has just been brought in. She's overdosed on pills and we need her family here as soon as possible."

"Excuse me? My mother, she did what?" I asked again. I must have heard wrong. Overdosed. On pills. What pills? "Your mother tried to commit suicide when she was located by your step-father and his friend at your home. He world like you to come down, but he had to leave." Jack came up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'll be there as soon as I can." I hung up and threw my phone at the opposite wall, narrowly missing Jack's bedroom door.

I started falling down onto the floor, sobbing. Jack was still holding me and leant gainst his bed with me. "What did your mom do Jasey?"

"She fucked up. She did it again. All over again."

Libby looked at me. "What did Mom do?" I looked at the small child. "Mommy hurt herself, so she's in hospital. We're gonna go see her in a bit so, go downstairs and find your shoes." Libby, who didn't seem to understand the seriousness of situation did as she was told. "What did your mom do Jasey?" Jack asked me again, leaning his head on mine. "She overdosed on fucking pills Jack. She tried to kill herself again." I choked out. Jack got his phone out of his pocket and dialled in a number.

He handed me the ringing phone.

"Hey Jack. What's up?"

"Alex..."

"Jasey. What's wrong? Baby..."

"She tried to do it again Alex. She tried to kill herself."

"Who tried to kill herself again? Are you at Jack's or your's?"

I handed the phone back to Jack before I started sobbing hysterically. "She's at mine Alex. She needs a ride. Can you come by and take us? Yeah, her mom popped some heavy pills. She needs you here man."

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A week later and there was still no news whether I could donate or not. I thought they said it was an urgent case, so they’d hurry it through. If this was hurried through, my name was Anne flipping Frank.

Pete was worried about the results, more than I was, which was saying something. I hadn’t seen Gabe since the day Sammy went to hospital, so at least I didn’t have him bothering my conscience. I was yet again eating another bowl of cereal just to keep my mind of things, when Pete walked in. “Have they called...”

“No Pete. They haven’t.” I interrupted. He sighed, hitting his hand against the wall. “Why won’t they call already?” He hissed, leaning his head against the wall. At that moment, the phone rang. Pete, with shaking hands answered it and I held my breath. “Hello? ... Oh, hi Ashlee... Yeah, I’m on my way now.” Pete grabbed his keys from the counter beside him.

“Okay. Five minutes.... Love you too.” He hung up and sighed. “Sammy’s asking for me. She’s just woke up from her meds.” He simply stated, zipping up his hoodie.

I nodded, putting my empty bowl in the sink. “Why don’t you come? She’ll like seeing you again.” I sniffed and shook my head. “I can’t Pete. I can’t go in there and pretend that everything is going to be okay for her.”

I swear, I could hear his eye’s roll.

“Come on. She needs a friend and she likes you. It’ll cheer her up.” I sighed. “Take Liana, or Nicole. Anyone. Just not me.”

“Why not? I know it’s hard Grace, but she likes you.”

“More she should.” I added. He sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “I know. But please. It might help her to know she hasn’t a friend who isn’t family. That she knows about anyways.” I sighed. “No Pete. Just go and see your daughter before I slap you.”

I felt him gulp before he let go. “Call if the hospital gets back to you.” I nodded, wiping my eyes. “See you later.”

“Yeah. Sure. See you.” I kept my back to him as he shut the door, just so I could cry in peace. I started crying and sat down, leaning against the island counter. I leant my head on my knees and just let all my tears out.

I never cry, nothing was ever sad enough for me to cry to. Except when Rachel died in that stupid car accident. That was almost unbearable when I heard.

“Grace! Phone for you!” My aunt Harriet called from downstairs. I stopped looking out of my window and sighed. “Coming Aunt Harriet!” I yelled back, opening my bedroom door. After my mother kicked me out, when she discovered I was pregnant, she sent me to my Aunt so I could have an abortion.

Me, Pete and my Harriet all made a plan that I would live with Pete until I had the baby, then I would move in with my Aunt Harriet in New Jersey. I took the phone from her hand and put the receiver to my ear. “Hello?”

“Grace. It’s Pete.” I gulped. “Pete. You’re not meant to contact me. Ever.” I heard him sigh. “Grace. Look, I’m sorry. But I need to tell you this. Rachel...”

“What did Rachel do now?” He sniffled. “She fucking died. She was in her car and this idiot of a drunk driver hit her head on.” I choked on my own breath. “What?” I gasped. “

She’s dead. She’s gone.” I dropped the phone and fell down to the floor.”Grace? You there?” I heard Pete say from the phone. My Aunt rushed over to my side.

“What’s wrong honey?” I tried breathing through my tears.

“Tell Pete... I’m sorry... I can’t... I can’t talk to him anymore.”

The phone ringing it’s loud and shrill cry interrupted my thoughts. I stood up, controlling my emotions so I could answer the phone with some form of dignity and control.  “Hello?”

“Hello. Yes, I’m looking for Grace Siska?” I raised my eye-brows in confusion. “Speaking.”

I heard the person, a woman, sigh in relief at the other end. “I’m Martha, the nurse who took your blood?” I inhaled deeply. “Hi, what can I do for you?”

“Your results are back. You do match.” I could have jumped I was so happy. “Thank you! Thanks so much!” I squealed. “Miss. Siska. That’s not all.” I couldn’t care anymore. I could save Sammy. “Yeah?”

“As much as you match. You can’t donate in your present condition.” I exhaled loudly. “What? What fucking condition?”

“My dear. You’re pregnant.” I gripped the counter. “Excuse me?”

“Miss. Siska, you were almost 2 weeks pregnant when you’re blood went off for testing. We can’t let you donate if you’re pregnant.” I dropped the phone.

“Miss. Siska, are you there?” The receiver called. I ignored it and fell to the floor. My whole body shaking.

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A month after the attack, the guy still hadn’t been caught, but to be honest. Grace didn’t care about him anymore, she had her family, and another child on the way. The morning sickness did eventually kick in about two weeks after the appointment, and Grace liked having other signs to say she was, in fact, pregnant again.

Jess, now seven months down the line (even though no one seemed to notice) was still happy with Pete, Cassie, Hemmingway and Rigby near-by to Grace and Patrick. The new member of the Wentz family expected in December was the most exciting thing in the Fall Out Boy family, for most anyway.

Joe was still embarrassed for his developing feelings for Laura who was still staying with Grace until she could get her own place sorted. He had been planning to ask her out for at least two weeks now, but like the insecure person he was. He hadn’t. Right now, he was at Patrick’s house, and he was busy trying to feed Freddie and Melody and organize something on the phone with Alex DeLeon of The Cab to do with their new album. Laura was giving him a hand while Grace was resting upstairs “I know I promised Alex, but things haven’t been the smoothest around here... Look, I’ll try and get it done by Thursday okay? Before I see you?...Alright Alex. See ya.” Patrick sighed and hung up the phone.

“Look, Joe. I love having you here, but could you please help Laura while I try to get some work done. Then I can see Grace.” Joe woke up from his day-dream. “Hm? Yeah. Sure.” Patrick sighed in relief and run into his basement to work. Joe bent down in front of Freddie, wiping his mouth. “You’re one mucky kid Fred.” He joked as he clapped.

Laura chuckled, collecting Melody’s plate to put in the dishwasher. “What you laughing at Laura?” Joe asked, lifting Freddie into his arms. “You. You’re such a natural with these kids.” Joe chuckled, putting Freddie on the countertop and handing him his Sippy cup that Patrick had already made. “Listen Laura. There was something I’d been meaning to ask you...” Laura smiled, tucking her fringe behind her ear. “Yeah?” He inhaled deeply and took a small step closer.

“Whether you wanted to hang out sometime? Catch a movie or something y’know?” Joe bit his lip and looked up at Laura for her answer. Her face was shocked, but happily surprised. “Yeah Joe. I’d really like that.” Joe smiled and drew a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s great.” Laura chuckled and walked over to Melody, who was looking through the post box at the front door. . “Auntie Laura?”

“Yes sweetheart?” Laura replied, running to the front. “There’s someone outside. I don’t know who it is.” Laura scooped the young girl into her arms and opened the door.

Grace shifted her body to the other side of the bed and opened her eyes. She really needed to stop falling asleep at random points of the day. She sat up and stretched and wiped under her eyes in case her eye-liner smudged while she slept. The mid-afternoon sunlight peeked through her curtains as she clambered off her bed, admiring the view from her window. She sighed and opened her bedroom door, hearing hushed whispers downstairs. Curiously, she wandered down the stairs.

“What’s going on down here?” She asked, going into the kitchen. Laura looked up from behind the woman, wearing preppy clothes. “Whose this guys?” The woman turned around, flicking her brunette hair as she did. “Hi there.” She said in an over-rated British accent. Her face looked almost familiar, someone from Grace’s past. “She doesn’t remember me Laura.” The woman sighed.

“Grace. This is Jessica. Remember, our friend from school?” Grace blinked and focused more on the tall woman in front of her. “Jessica-Rose now Laura. Remember.” Laura chuckled, taking Freddie’s Sippy cup from him. “Jessie?” Grace asked, remembering her friend more clearly.

Jessica-Rose smiled. “Yup honey.” The two women  hugged, one overshadowing the other. “What are you doing here?” Grace asked, god-smacked. “Well, someone needs an engagement party and a huge baby shower, since I missed out the first two.” Grace’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?” Jessica-Rose smiled. “Laura called me. Told me everything. Looks like we also have a wedding to plan.”

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Last night, I went up to my favourite venue in Yeovil (about a 20 minute drive from where I live) to see FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS in the flesh. And it was the funnest gig I have ever been too. :)

I got there with my friend, Melissa, at about 5.30 and the doors opened at 7 appartently. After about, ten minutes, I saw Caleb and Austin walk past me. I wanted to stop them, and I was about to when Caleb smiled at me, so I just said Hi. Then convosation followed.

ME: Hi Caleb.

CALEB: Hey. Looking forward to the concert?

ME: I'm jumping off the walls here.

CALEB: *laughs* See you in there.

ME: 'Kay. Bye.

CALEB: Bye.

So after another hour, my friend Melissa met her friend she had met at her Bring Me The Horizon gig, called Sarah. So her and her friend KJ joined us in the queue.

At about 7, we jumped the queue a bit when some kids sitting down refused to shift up as there was a huge gap between them and the door, so we jumped like 5 places. Then the doors opened at like 7.30, so we all piled in. I managed to get second row, and time to get a shirt.

This is the one I got. 

Amazing, I think you'll agree.

So, we waited for our first support act; Furthest Drive Home. And when they came on, they're guitarist was so fucking amazing, and if you're excpecting pictures. My camera hated me and died just before FTSK set. I was pissed but I used my phone after the gig when they came out, but we'll get back to that later. :)

Then we had our second support act; Danger Radio, who were also pretty rad. They made us all start a huge circle pit, of which looked like fun but I wanted to keep my place for when FTSK came on. Plus, if I came home with the amount of brusies like I did after FOB, no more gigs for Gracie. Half-way through their set, our friend KJ fainted and Melissa had to take her outisde until she was better. Which she did get better thankfully. :)

Then, after 20 minutes of soundcheck after bloodly soundcheck, there was this annocement for the 'FEATURE PRESENTATION' (Which was obvisously in Austin's voice.) He said that the 'SEXY MEN WERE ARRIVING.' And on came Kyle (His hair is absolutley gorgeous tbh.), followed by Marc, Kent, Austin, Caleb and finally Jonathan.

So they dived straight into Believe Me, I'm Lying and then straight into Catastrophe.

Then, the random talking began.

JONATHAN: Hellooo Yeovil! You having fun?

AUDIENCE: Yessss!

JONATHAN: Good.

CALEB: Dude, can you see this mosh pit? It's insane man.

JONATHAN: I know man. Probably the most insane we've ever had. Hey, have you guys heard of our record Underdog Alma Mater?

AUDIENCE: YESSSSSS!

JONATHAN: Good. Then you'll know this song. It's called Breakdown.

Breakdown then they went into Phone Call. Jonathan actually grabbed my hand during this song. :)

JONATHAN: Wow, you guys are really sweaty.

CALEB: I know, look at you there. can I feel your hair?

GIRL NODS IN FRONT OF ME.

CALEB: Dude, you are really sweaty.

JONATHAN: For a small place, you guys are the sweatiest concert we've played.

WHOLE PLACE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: Well, do you guys like alien's? Because our next song, is all about aliens bursting out of your stomach. It's called Men in Black.

Men In Black then went into I Don't Know About You, But I Came Here To Dance.

AUSTIN: Well, we should introduce ourselves.

JONATHAN: Yeahh. Well, we're FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS FROM DALLAS, TEXAS!

AUDIENCE: YAYYYYYYYY!

JONATHAN: Give it up for our man on the keyboard, KENT!

AUDIENCE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: Then my right hand man, CALEB!

AUDIENCE SCREAMS VERY LOUDLY.

JONATHAN: Then we have KYLEEEE! On the drums.

AUDIENCE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: Then we have my left hand man, AUSTINNNNN!

AUIDENCE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: Last but least, MARCCCCC!

AUDIENCE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: Okay, we have a song called Becky Starz. Wanna hear it?

AUDIENCE SCREAMS.

After Becky Starz, they went into My Worst Nightmare.

JONATHAN: You guys, are probably the best concert we've played.

AUSTIN: Are they good with their English though?

JONATHAN: Good question! Everybody say HOWDAY!

AUDIENCE YELLS HOWDAY.

AUSTIN: Not bad. Not bad. DO IT AGAIN!

AUDIENCE YELLS HOWDAY LOUDER.

AUSTIN: Niceee. Okay, next one. YIPPE DO DA DAY!

AUDIENCE YELLS YIPPE DO DA DAY VERY LOUDLY.

AUSTIN: I think they're good enough for the third one.

JONATHAN: Okay, everyone scream YEEHAAA!

AUDIENCE SCREAMS YEEHAAAAA!

AUSTIN: You guys are the loudest concert we've had for a while.

JONATHAN: You guys should be teachers of how to behave at a rock concert. We've had this competetion of the best gigs, and you guys are definatly the best!

AUDIENCE SCREAMS VERY LOUDLY.

JONATHAN: You guys know We Are The Champions by Queen.

AUIDENCE: YES!!!!!

JONATHAN: Okay, sing along with me!

So we sang We Are The Champions. xD

Kent then decided to spit out all his water onto the ceiling, and try and blow on it so it would land on Jonathan. Instead, it landed on him.

CALEB: Yeovil makes it rain!

KENT: I'm all wet dude.

AUDIENCE LAUGHS.

JONATHAN: Yeovil make Forever The Sickest Kids rain.

AUDIENCE LAUGHS.

JONATHAN: Okay, we got stuck at border control, in Germany with a a band called ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS!

AUDIENCE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: We got stuck for a whole hour, and they wanted us to cancel our UK tour. We eventually got on our ferry across the English Channel, so we could see all you guys.

AUDIENCE SCREAMS.

JONATHAN: Well, after this we're going to be outside so we can meet all you guys. But, The All-American Rejects said to look out for a song called Whoa Oh!

They performed Whoa Oh! (Me vs Everyone) and during this Jonathan grabbed my hand again, but it slipped so I grabbed his shirt, accidently pinching his nipple. :P

Yes, I grabbed Jonathan Cook's nipple. xD

They left after that, so we all shouted Encore until Kent very slyly snuck back on stage.

JONATHAN: We heard you guys shouting, so do you want us to sing She's A Lady ?

So they performed She's A Lady. And left.

The lights came up and I went to wait by the stage and the tech guy gave me CALEB'S WATER BOTTLE! xD

So, I have Caleb's water bottle. :P

Then we went outside to wait for them, and as he promised Jonathan came out and got crowded, so we waited for him to die down, but I saw Kyle sneak out.

ME: Kyle! Kyle!

KYLE: Heyyy.

GRABS SIGN.

ME: Can I have a picture of you with this sign, my friend, she's madly in love with you.

KYLE: *Reads sign and chuckles* Awesome dude. Sure babe.

GETS PHONE AND SNAPS PICTURE.

ME: Thanks for that. One girl in California is going to be so happy.

KYLE: *Smiles* No problem.

ME: Another thing. Can I touch your hair?

KYLE: *Chuckles* Sure, no problem.

I TOUCH HIS HAIR.

ME: You have amazing hair.

KYLE: Thanks. *turns away.*

ME: Look out for Liana at Bamboozle Left!

And heres the proof.

Yes, Kyle Burns asked Liana to marry him.

Then Austin came out, telling the funniest joke which were so terrible, you just had to laugh. Jonathan's fan base died down so I asked for a picture.

ME: Can I have a picture, with your hat?

JONATHAN: NO! THE HAT IS OFF LIMITS!

ME: Oh, come on. Please?

JONATHAN PULLS ME INTO HIS CHEST (WHICH I MUST SAY IS NICEEEE) AND MY FRIEND SNAPS THE PICTURE.

ME: Love you Jonathan.

JONATHAN: *Armed with a Sharpie* No problem. *draws on my face.* Oh, I'm so sorry. *But he was laughing.*

But I think, since my red sharpie had no lid on, he has sharpie on his nice jacket. xD

The guys were so nice to us, so when we had to leave. I yelled I LOVE YOU JONATHAN! Not sure if he heard or not.

That was my exciting night with FTSK. Go see them, they are so funny and just nice. :)

*Hey, sorry it took me so long to get anything out. I feel really bad for leaving you in a lurch with this story. I promise updates will come more often. READ SO MANY KIDS, which was posted beforehand, if you haven't already. Love you guys xo *

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

Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets,
coloring my senses cherry red; at least for this week...
Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song,
we play along, so bitter sweet by our design.

I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight across Alex's chest onto my poster of Greenday. My body seemed to ache but not in a bad way, I suppose. I was hugging Alex's waist and my head was using his torso as a pillow. I moved my arm away from him and shifted my body so I was on my back. I looked at my clock, it read 6 AM. I groaned and bent down and started digging through the pile of clothes on my floor.

"Looking for something?" I heard Alex say as he pecked my bare shoulder. "My underwear if you must know." I repiled, finding nothing. "Could I ask why?" I sighed and turned my body around so I could face him. "Because if my mother found me and a guy naked in my bed, she'd kill me." His mouth made an 'O' shape. "Of course, the mother issue."

"Yes, the mother issue." He bit his lip and tucked my fringe behind my ear. "Well you could always come by my place and stay?"

"No thanks. I don't want to know what the hell has happened in your bed Gaskarth." He chuckled and kissed my forehead, then my nose and then my lips lightly. "What did you think about last night?" He asked, his hand moving down my body. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I enjoyed it." I answered smiling. He smiled too. "I'm glad. It gets better everytime you do it." He whispered, winking. "Are you implying what I think you might be implying?" I asked, rasing my eye-brows. "It depends what you think I may be implying." I sighed, slapping his chest. "Do you only think about sex Alex?" He bit his lip and kissed me, biting my bottom lip. Breathlessly, I kissed him back until he was on top of me.

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"Jasey, are you awake yet?" I heard Steven say, knocking on my door. I pushed Alex off me and covered his mouth. "Shush, and he'll think I'm asleep." I hissed as his eye's widened. He nodded as I took my hand away. I gulped as he tried turning my doorknob and and knocked on my door again. "Jasey Rae, you need to get up." He said again. I gulped. "Okay Steven. I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled. "Right, you need to dress and get out before Steven or my mom realise what we were doing in here."

Alex nodded and jumped out of my bed and walked around my room, naked, trying to find his clothes. "Alex. Cover yourself up a little bit please." I whispered, slapping my forehead and lying down. I heard him laugh and the elastic of his boxer breif's snap. I let him dress and I felt him shake my shoulders. "I'm going now." I opened my eyes and let him kiss me. He put his grey beanie on my head. "To hide the sex hair." I laughed as I sat up. "I do not have sex hair." He raised his eye-brows.

"You haven't seen yourself this morning, I can see you now." I pulled my blanket up to my chest. "Go fuck yourself Gaskarth."

"Wait, haven't you already done that?" He repiled, getting away from me. I grabbed my pillow and threw it in his direction. He deflected it with his arm. "Hey! That wasn't nice!"

"Jasey! Is someone in there with you?!" Steven yelled through my door. "Um, No Steven! I'll be out in a minute!" I looked towards Alex. "Go, will you!" I hissed. Alex blew me a kiss and clambered down my balconey railings. I sighed and quickly jumped out of my bed, running to my wardrobe. I pulled on an old pink vest and my black pyjama bottoms. I unlocked my door, opened it and walked down the stairs, streching. "Hey mom. Steven." I said, pretending to yawn. "Jasey." Mom greeted, wiping Libby's mouth. Steven came up behind me while he was putting his plate in the sink.

"Who was in your room with you Jasey?" He whispered in my ear. I looked at him and his eyes said 'Now don't lie because I know you will.' I gulped and whispered back. "A friend of mine." He nodded and sighed. "Right. I'm off. Catch you later." He said, tapping my shoulder. He kissed Libby's forehead and completly ignored my mother.

I heard the front door shut and I turned towards my mother. "Mom, what's going on between you and Steven?" She sighed. "Nothing dear. Nothing at all." She said, like it was rehearsed. Something was up, but I just swallowed my curiousity and nodded. "Okay. I'm going out in a bit, is that okay?" She nodded. "Could you take Libby with you, it's just that I have some plans and I can't take Libby."

I shrugged. "I suppose."

Soon as I left the nurse’s office, I said to Pete I felt faint and should probably head back to his place and lie down. Liana said she would come back with me, because she of course knew why I had to leave that hospital before I was confronted with Gabe. Alison said she’d join us; she needed to call Alex, tell him what had happened.

Brendon had been called and most of the FBR family had been informed of Sam’s condition.  Luckily, Alison can drive so she drove us back to Pete’s and Liana dragged me up to our room as soon as we walked through the front door.

Alison, we could hear was chatting on her phone so we knew we wouldn’t get interrupted for at least ten minutes.

“Okay. We need to think about this logically. If you don’t match, Gabe or William will have to donate.” I nodded, looking down at the floor. “Which one do you think it is?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I always thought it was William, but when I see Sammy now. I keep seeing Gabe and, I don’t know.”

“When do you find out you were pregnant?” She asked, sitting down next to me. “I was thirteen.” She inhaled sharply and nodded.

“Okay. When did you sleep with William?” I gulped. “I met him at my brother’s first concert as the bassist as The Academy. My brother got so drunk and I was trying to take him home but Will offered to let us crash at his place. I lied about my age and we ended up talking and we just ended up sleeping together.”

“Well, you don’t just have sex with any random guy. You must have known him.”

I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “I did, he didn’t know me. I had liked him for a really long time and when he kissed me, after we got talking. I... didn’t think Liana.” I felt her rub my back. “Okay. What about Gabe?”

“Before I slept with Will. My brother took me to The Midtown show and Gabe got drunk and I was sat by the bar, so I didn’t look underage and he started with the pick-up lines and I told Adam I felt sick so I could go off with him. I was just, stupid.”

I leant my head on my knees and hugged them. Liana was smiling sympathetically at me. “Hey, come on. It could be worse, I mean. At least it was five men you didn’t know at all.” I chuckled lightly. “I guess so.”

There was a knock downstairs before someone shouted up. “Liana! Alison! Grace! Where are you!?” I heard Patrick shout. Me and Liana quickly stood up and opened the door. “We’re upstairs!” Liana yelled back down the stairs.

Patrick’s head poked around the banister, his smile friendly. “You guys coming down the stairs?” I nodded and started taking down the stairs, two at a time. Liana was behind me as we walked into the lounge.

On the couch, was three men, and the one in the middle wore a bright purple hoodie. My whole body froze over as Liana walked straight into me. “Grace. What the...” She looked ahead of me, and her hand slid into mine. I took a deep breath and smiled at Patrick.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” I said, a fake smile implanted on my face. Patrick rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and with the other pointed to each man, giving me their names. “Ryland, Gabe and Nate. This is Grace, Grace, this Nate Gabe and Ryland from Cobra Starship.”

I nodded, avoiding Gabe’s eyes. His deep brown eyes I drowned in almost five years ago. “Hi.” I said, waving with my spare hand. “Oh, and this is Liana.” Patrick said pointing at Liana. She waved with her spare hand and gripped my hand tighter. “Hey guys.” She said lightly.

“Oh, you’re the Grace that found Sammy like this?” Ryland asked. I nodded and Gabe looked up at me, his eyes watering. “It’s awful. I can’t believe it. Poor little kid. It must have been horrible for you to find her like that.”

“It was.” He seemed to examine me closer, staring into my eyes. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Liana gripped my hand tighter as I shook my head, my eyes starting trickle over with tears. “Sorry no. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

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Patrick and Grace got home, Patrick almost jumping up and down with the excitement of another Stump child on the way. Grace shut the front door and held Patrick’s shoulders. “Jesus. Calm down will you.” Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling against her hair. “I can’t. The baby is healthy, you’re okay. I feel like the luckiest man alive.” Grace smiled, and shook her head before kissing Patrick lightly.

“Grace? Patrick? Are you back?!” They heard Laura yell from up the stairs. She raced down the stairs, almost tripping up on her own feet. “How did it go?” Another four pairs of feet raced down behind her, belonging to Pete, Joe, Jess and Andy. Grace smiled to Patrick and nodded, signalling that he could tell them the good news. He beamed and turned around to face his friends.

“Now then, before I say anything, I need you to know that me and Grace are still gonna get married so you’re gonna have wedding soon no matter what.”

They all nodded, leaning in closer. Patrick sighed and put one of his arms around Grace’s waist. “But. The baby is fine!” Patrick screamed, running up to Laura and lifting her up before spinning her around. “Patrick, put her down. One of you will get hurt.” Joe sighed and pulled Laura down out of Patrick’s grasp. He stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor with Laura on top of him. “Holy crap.” Pete said, grabbing Laura’s hand and pulling her up. “You okay?” Laura nodded and pulled her shirt down a little.

Grace erupted with one loud laugh before quickly covering her mouth. Patrick glanced at her, confusion over-taking his expression. Grace pointed at Joe, as he had stood up. Patrick followed her arm and laughed loudly. “Someone got a bit excited.” Patrick said, nudging Joe. “What do you mean?” Grace sighed. “Joe, you have a boner!” Everyone looked down and Joe quickly covered his crotch. Laura blushed, leaning against the banister.

“See, I thought you gained a little weight but I didn’t say anything.” Jess said. “Thanks Jess. Thanks.” Grace said sarcastically. “So far along are you?” Andy asked, high-5ing Patrick. “They said I was about 4 months. But I haven’t had any morning sickness so perhaps this one is a late developer.” Grace answered, shrugging. “Or it’s just too lazy to make you sick. I remember when you were pregnant with Freddie and Melody was what. Two, when you came out on tour with us. Jesus, the amount of times you’d puke in one day.”

“Flattering Joe. Flattering.” Laura said, wrapping her arms around her best friend. “Honestly. Like twice in the morning, three times in the afternoon and god, another two times in the evening. And even during the night.” Joe shuddered at the memory and Grace slapped his arm. “Well, this child obviously doesn’t want to bother me.” She beamed, rubbing her stomach. “God, you two reproduce like rabbits.” Pete sighed, wrapping one of his tattooed arms around Jess’s waist. “Not my fault. I can’t bio-logically do it on my own. I need Patrick’s help.”

“Okay. We do not need to know about your sex life thanks.” Andy interrupted. “Yeah, well. I can’t.” Grace answered, leaning her head on Patrick’s shoulder. “Hey. I can’t either.” Patrick thought aloud, nudging Grace lightly. “Yeah, please remember what Andy said. We. Don’t. Need. To. Know.”

“So, what are you guys hoping for? A boy or a girl?” Jess asked as they walked through into the kitchen. Grace shrugged but Patrick immediately spoke up. “I’d like another boy. They’re so much fun.” Grace glared at him, crossing her arms. “But another girl would be awesome?” He questioned, examining Grace’s face. She sighed but quickly smiled. “Good enough I suppose.”

On that moment, young Melody ran into the room and latched onto Grace’s leg. “Mommy, are you feeling better?” She asked as her mother ruffled her blonde hair. “Much better honey. Listen, me and daddy need to talk to you.” Melody nodded as her parent bent down to her level. Grace smiled and tucked Melody’s fringe behind her ear. “Do you remember when Freddie was born?” Melody nodded, smiling. “Well, your mom is going to have another baby.” Patrick said, scooping his eldest child in his arms.

Melody bit her bottom lip and hugged her father’s neck. “I’m going have another brother or sister?” Patrick nodded, rubbing his nose against his daughter’s. Laura during this time had run upstairs to get Freddie and handed him to Grace. “Hey baby.” Grace whispered, balancing him on her hip. “What wrong momma?” Freddie asked, touching his mother’s cheek. “Mommy’s gonna have another baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna have another brother or sister very soon. Are you okay with that?”

“More babies?” He asked, leaning his head on his mother’s chest. Grace nodded, holding her son’s tiny hand. “That’s right. More babies.”

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

You are the taste of something sweet
And I'm tangled in the sheets
You left your mark, dragged down my back
So chain me up, I'm in too deep
Too much of you is never enough

"Jasey Rae where have you been all day?!" My mother yelled as soon as I got out of Rian's car. I sighed and slammed the door shut, winking at Alex. I decided to give this whole 'lets have sex' thing a chance. He was sneaking around later tonight when my parents and little sister would sound asleep. "Mom, I've been to the mall, that's all. Give me a chance to get through the door before you yell at me." I shouted back as I got into the house. "Do not backmouth me young lady. You have no right..."

"Would you shut up mom? I just went out with some friends!" I yelled, running up the stairs. "Jasey! You will listen to me!" She screamed back at me. I turned around to face her. "Those boys, I don't like them." I started going up the stairs again. "They're my friends. Just, put up with them."

"Why can't you have normal friends? Like girls who have sleepovers or something." I sighed opening my bedroom door. "Well, I can invite Alex, Jack, Rian and Zack to have a girly sleepover if you want. Jack really loves his nail polish." I slammed my door and locked it before she could even reply. She really does get on my nerves. I fell back onto my bed, almost to the point of screaming. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

'1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: ALEX <3'

'Hey. Hope you're okay with your mom and everything. I'll be round later. Love you forever xxx'

'Hi. Yeah, I'm okay now you've made contact. I can't wait to see you. Love you too xxx'

I put my phone down and shut my eyes.

"Mom. Mom! Where are you!?" I yelled. How could you loose your own mother in a small Chicago apartment? She wasn't in the lounge, my room, her room or the kitchen. The last place I could check was the bathroom. And the door was locked. "Mom! Open this door now!" I tried barging it with no results. "Mom please. Open the door!" I barged it one last time, and this time, I managed to get the door open.

What I saw was heart wrenching.

"Mom!" I screamed, pulling her lifeless body out of the full bathtub. Her skin was so grey and her lips her the weridest shade of blue I'd ever seen. When I managed to get her on the tiled floor, I grabbed my cell from my pocket and dialled 911 with my trembling fingers. "Hello. Yes, my mom, she tried to drown herself. And I don't know what to do." I said hysterically.

I gave them my address and they said the E.M.T 's would be there as quickly as they could. They said for me to give her CPR, which I was so glad to have learnt. But it didn't seem to be working. "Mom, please don't die." I said, crying my eyes out. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay sweetheart, we'll take her from here. I'm Steven." He exaimed her body, asking his partener for adrenaline and a strecher. "It's okay. She's going to be alright."

"Jasey. Jasey babe, wake up." I heard Alex's smooth voice whisper. I stirred, opening my eyes. He was sat beside me on my bed, stroking my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. I smiled weakly. "What time is it?" He checked his watch. "Just past nine." I nodded and tried sitting up. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in." He shrugged, itching the back of his head where his grey beanie sat. "It's alright. I mean, I probably would have been asleep too. If I wasn't coming to see you." I blushed slightly.

"Hey don't blush." He said, chuckling lightly and putting his cold hand on my face. I put my hand on top his and looked up as he leant in to kiss me. His whole face was cold, but I enjoyed our temperature difference. I moved my hands so they were in his hair, knocking his beanie of his head. Our bretahing got deeper and shallower as he got on top of me. His hands moved away from my face so his whole body was leaning on mine, but his hands were touching the skin of my stomach. They moved closer to my chest and for some reason.

I wasn't nervous.

If anything, I was excited and enjoying the way Alex was touching me. "Alex." I moaned in a brief moment of our lips not touching. I yanked his shirt ver his head and felt the skin of his chest. His arms were more musculey then I thought and his chest was more sculpted. He smiled weakly before nervously pulling my shirt over my own head. "You sure about this Jasey?"

I nodded and kissed him, putting all the emotion I had for Alex into each one. I felt his hands over the denim of my jeans as they made their way over my ass, my thighs and my calfs. I let my hands fall down his chest unil I got to his belt-buckle. I quickly unbuckled it, pulling it away from his jeans and throwing it on the floor. He was nipping at my neck, trying to use his hands to unbutton my own jeans. I managed to get his un-done as he unzipped mine.

After a few more minutes, we were both bare underneath my bedsheets. I was scared now. "Look Jasey, we don't have to do this, if you're not sure." I gulped and nodded. I felt him push in and all I could think about was the pain. I was whimpering everytime he pulled out and pushed in. I could feel the tears on my cheeks. I think Alex noticed. "Jasey, do you want me to stop?"

I breathed deeply and shook my head, but he looked at me doubtfully. "Jasey, you're obviously in pain, so we're stopping."

"Alex! I'm fine. Honestly."

And when he continued, it wasn't so bad. The pain weakened and everytime he slammed into my hips, I wanted to scream. "Al.." He quickly put his lips on mine before I could scream anymore.

A/N: This is it. This is when you find out who Sammy's father COULD be. ;)

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” I walked out of the way of the door so I could splash my face. “Well, there were two guys. And, I don’t know which one it was.” Liana sighed.

“You’re a fucking dark horse, you know that? You’ve sleep with nobody, live like a fucking nun while we’re on tour and then you spring that you were a teenage fucking whore!”

“I’m sorry Liana.” Was all I could say, choking on my own tears as I started sobbing.  Liana ran up to me, practically cradling me as we both suck down onto the tiled floor.

“Oh Grace. Its okay, I was just shocked, that’s all. Why did you say nothing to anyone all these years, keeping all this inside you?” I wiped my eyes quickly.

“I didn’t want anyone to think badly of me. My past is road of blood, sweat and tears and I didn’t want any hurt brought back with me. It could have hurt everything new in my life.” Liana rubbed my back as I controlled my tears.

“But everything’s catching up with me now.”

“What do mean?” I shut my eyes.

“One of the guys, who might be Sammy’s dad, I’ve seen him.” Liana inhaled deeply. “Okay. Shit. Who is it?”

“Whoa, sorry did I interrupt something in here?” A woman asked, opening the door and seeing me and Liana on the floor.

“No it’s okay... Vicky-T?” Liana said, her eyes wide. She smiled and blushed. “Yeah. Do I know you from somewhere?” Liana shook her head.

“Not that I can remember...” Vicky-T snapped her fingers. “You’re that band Pete is obsessed about. The Disgrace, right?” We both nodded.

“I heard some of your stuff, it’s really good. But we’re here for Sammy.”

My eyes widened. “We?” Vicky nodded, her face confused.

“Yeah, the whole band is here. We heard in our hotel just a couple of blocks away from here. Gabe really loves that little kid, wouldn’t leave her side if he could.”

I gulped and nodded. Liana felt my body tense. “We’re just going now. See you again, maybe Vicky.” Liana said quickly, pulling me onto my feet and pulling me out of the door.

“Don’t tell me one of the guys was Gabe.” She hissed, yanking me into a small alcove in the hospital corridor. I sighed.

“My brother took me to the last Midtown show and one thing lead to another...”

“Holy shit Grace! Now you’ll tell me the other possible father is William Beckett!”  I didn’t say anything and looked down at my feet.

“Oh my god. Will is the other guy!?” I gulped and nodded. “No way.” She sighed, dragging her fingers through her hair.

“Way-a-ago Grace. You fucked up majorly didn’t you?”

 “Um, Grace?” I heard Pete call.

“Don’t tell him about any of this.” I hissed. She nodded as Pete ran up to us.

“They’re ready for you to be checked.” I sighed and followed Pete into this nurse’s office.

“Hi Grace. Now, Mr. Wentz has explained to me the predicament you were in with Samantha and you can trust me. You did the right thing. Not legally, but I can see your point of view.” I gulped and sat down on the chair.

“Thanks.” She smiled, bringing a needle out of her drawer. “Okay, give me your arm dear.” I held out my arm as she wrapped this band around my arm, apparently making my blood easier to get.

“Okay, ready?”

I nodded and looked away. I hated needles. I felt the prick sink into my skin but I felt nothing being drawn away. “We should have your results quite quickly, seeing this is an urgent case.”

I nodded and stood up, holding the small prick on my arm so the bleeding stopped. “Thanks.”

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

Take a breath, let it out slow,
Seasons change with the break of a lifetime,
Remind me again why we thought twice about it,
We've got ambition like you've got restraint so...

I managed to get back to sleep after Jack's rude awakening at nine, but I did wake up again when Alex decided, in his sleep, to wrap his arm around me and put his leg over the two of mine. "Hmmm, Jasey." He whispered. I couldn't tell if he was sleep-talking or actually trying to get my attention, but I couldn't help but laugh a little. I finally gave in and turned my body around, so that his leg was not on top of mine and his arm was still around my waist. "Alex, wake up." I said, shaking his shoulder. No response.

I sighed and pulled his arm off me and leapt out of the bed. Alex asleep was one of the funniest things alive, mainly by the way his skinny and lanky frame was spread out across my bed. I pulled my hair out of it ponytail and ran into my bathroom to wash my face, as I would not shower with Alex Gaskarth in the room. I brushed my teeth and dragged a brush through my hair. "Jaseyyyyy. Where are you?" I heard Alex whimper from the other room.

I opened my bathroom door, poking my head out. "I getting ready to go out. Like you should be." He was still lying on my bed, but had kicked the duvet off so his boxers were completly on show. "So, where am I supposed to be going?" I sighed, putting the foundation on my face. "We're going to the mall with Jack, Zack and Rian in like twenty minutes." Alex nodded, getting off my bed. "Can I use the bathroom?" He asked. I was applying my yellow eye-liner when I tried to flip him off. He laughed and pulled on his clothes from yesterday.

I went back into the bedroom and and pulle dopen my drawers, throwing a pair of yellow jeans and a black tutu on my bed. Then I grabbed a black vest and a black hoodie. I found my underwear drawer and tok them into my bathroom. "What have you got there Miss. Rae?" Alex asked, grabbing me by my waist. "My bra and pants. Not very interesting." Alex grabbed my bra and held up against himself. "Wow, they are quite big." I sighed. "Give me back my bra Gaskarth." I was holding my hand out, waiting for him to put it in my hand. "Are they all this lacy and revealing?"

"No. But that's my nicest one." He smirked. "Is that because of what we might be undertaking tonight?"

"Don't push your luck Gaskarth or might not get anything at all."

He shut up after that.

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Rian, with Jack and Zack in the back of his car came at 12.13 to pick me up. I went out the door the normal of of out the front dor while Alex climbed down the front of my house. "So what did you  guys do last night?" Zack asked as I squeezed in the back, so I was almost sitting on Jack's lap. "We got up to nothing. I slept while Alex snored." Everyone chuckled at Alex who was sat at the front. "I do not snore. You do. And you sleep talk."

"What did she say dude?" Jack asked. "Well, she said my name a few times, and about how she really wants to have sex with me but doesn't know if she should." I gulped. "Not true." I said in my defense. "It's true! You want to fuck Alex!" I shrugged. "Well Jack. I think you're jealous that it's not you." The whole car reacted. "Even if I was, then I would have fucked you by now." Alex seemed to growl from the front, so everyone shut up.

xox--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------xox

The mall was really busy, like it normally is on a saturday. Alex had calmed down a little, but when we decided to give each other make-overs he immeadatly picked me. I got Jack, Zack got Rian, Jack got Zack and Rian ended up with Alex. "Okay, with me babe. Kick ass outifts here we come." Jack announced, camply linking my arm with his.

We ran into this werid department store and started looking for clothes. I found the prefect thing for Jack, it was a pair mini gym shorts. Then I found this t-shirt that said 'I'm with stupid --->' with instantly reminded me of his and Alex's friendship. I laughed and when we all meet up an hour later the outfits were, somewhat interesting.

Rian: A pink t-shirt and this pair of really weird red trousers.

Zack: Green and white stripy vest and these yellow board shorts.

Alex: A white shirt saying something about riding bulls (He always says he's a bull trainer.) and these strange jeans which were very baggy.

Mine was the worst.

Me: A black dress, very low cut, very short. Oh I was never wearing this. Ever.

"Jasey, that is fucking hot." Zack said, his jaw dropping when I tried it on. "Yeah well, stare all you want because you will never see me in anything like this again." I heard a wolf whistle from behind me, coming from Jack and Alex, who flashed suddenly. "Did you just take my picture?"

"Yeah, for kicks." Jack repiled. Alex grabbed me before I could even launch at him. "Jasey, I'll delete it okay?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded and pulled my dress down so it covered more of my legs, but it also then showed more of my chest. I was never going to win with this dress.

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“Thank you.” Pete murmured. The doctor smiled weakly. “As her bio-logical father you’ll most likely match, but if you don’t, I will need to contact her mother.” She said, putting a hand on Pete’s shoulder. “Her real mother died when she was a baby.” Shrugging her off.

“Well, maybe her grand-parents?” Pete gulped and nodded, tears in his eyes. “Thanks Doctor.” Pete said emotion thick in his voice. “Any other questions?” She asked. “When can we see her?” Ashlee asked, wiping her eyes with a tissue Haley gave her, but she was glaring at Pete.

“Not right now, but I will have a nurse inform you when you can see your step-daughter.” Ashlee nodded and shut her eyes.

After the doctor left, Pete stood up. “I need a coffee. Grace, you coming? I want to hear exactly what happened.” I nodded and stood up, adjusting my t-shirt. 

“Any orders for coffee or anything?” Everyone refused. “Okay.” I sighed, starting to walk out of the waiting room. Pete grabbed my arm as soon as the door shut and pulled me away, out of hearing distance.  “You need to be checked if you can donate.”

I yanked my arm out his grip. “Pete, I would love to, but then everyone will find out.” I said, turning towards the canteen. “

He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to face him. “You’re willing for your own fucking daughter to die just so you keep yourself in the clear.” His grip was hard.

“Pete. You know it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” I was close to tears. “Pete, what if I don’t match. I’ll have to find her father and tell him. I can’t go that. Pete, please. You’re hurting me.”

His breathing was so deep and angry, but his eyes were glazed over with tears. “Grace please. No one has to know about this is.”

I shut my eyes. If I did match, Sammy would be safe, happy and healthy. Pete and Ashlee could still be a family; The Disgrace would still be a band of friends. I would still be with Patrick. They would never know.

“Pete, what if I don’t match? They said that her father would be best.” He looked away, shutting his eyes before looking at me again. “But if you do match. Grace, she’s your baby, you’re her only hope right now. Please?” I looked down at the floor, tears in my eyes. “Pete.”

“Grace. She’s your daughter. Part of you.” I nodded. His grip got lighter as I started breathing deep. “She’s your baby girl. Please.” I opened my mouth to reply when I heard a gasp. Pete heard to and we looked to our side. I saw Liana running to the bathroom.

I grabbed Pete’s hands and pulled them off me. “I’ll do it okay. Just, let no one find out.” His smile was priceless. “What about Liana?” He asked.

Before even replying, I was running into the ladies bathroom. I saw Liana splashing her face with the water coming out of the tap.  “Liana.” I said in a small voice. “What you heard...”

“Save it.” She hissed, trying to storm past me. I blocked the door. “Let me explain Liana. Please.” Her glare was killing me. “You have 30 seconds to answer all my questions.” I nodded, unwillingly. “Are you Sam’s mom?”

“Yeah.”

“How old were you when you had her?”

“14.” She exhaled in shock. “Okay. Why is Pete caring for her?”

“Because he and Rachel could and I couldn’t.”

“Is Pete Sammy’s dad?” I shut my eyes and shook my head. “Oh my god, who the hell is?” I didn’t answer.

She shook me. “Who is Sammy’s real father because if you can’t donate we need to find him?!”

“Liana. It’s complicated.”

Was that a sympathetic smile on her face?

“Grace, whatever you say now won’t shock me as much as this.” I nodded.

“But, I need your word. You can’t tell anyone. No one can know because they’ll take Sammy away from Pete and he and I could go to jail. Liana, I need you to promise me.”

She shut her eyes, but nodded all the same. “I promise I won’t say. Just, tell me who Sammy’s father is. Maybe I can help.”

“Liana?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know who Sammy’s father is.”

“What?”

“Sammy’s dad, I don’t know who he is.”

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The couple wanted to be on their own in the hospital, much to Joe’s, Laura’s, Pete’s, Jess’s and pretty much everyone’s objections. They wanted to find out if their child was alive before anyone even mourned over the Stump baby that never made it. They got to Chicago Memorial Hospital half an hour before Grace’s examination was even scheduled for.

After Patrick notified the receptionist that they were there, they sat down on the plastic orange chairs. Grace wouldn’t let go of Patrick’s hand while they waited. They were both scared that their child, the one they had been planning for, would be dead. “Ms. Stocker, the doctor is ready for you now.” The receptionist said, smiling. Grace’s grip on Patrick tightened as they stood up and started walking into one of private cubicles.

The woman doctor was sat in a chair, her pen scratching the paper on the clipboard. “Hello, you must be Ms. Stocker and Mr. Stump. I’m Dr. Stanford, Dr. Greenway has recommended me to examine you. If you want to lie down.” Grace nodded and clambered up onto the bed, lying down, still grasping Patrick’s hand. “Alright, if you would take off your shirt?” Grace unbuttoned the shirt and pulled the Clandestine vest over her head, handing them both to Patrick.

The doctor put the gel on the wand of the ultrasound machine. “Okay, you know the chance of your child being alive is minimal?” Grace nodded. “Your stab wound is here, I believe so if we try and remove some of the bandaging.” The doctor said, pointing to Grace’s left side.

Grace sat up as Patrick starting unwinding the bandages until there was nothing there apart from skin and stitches. Grace lay back down and let the doctor put the wand over her abdomen. “Okay, let’s find this baby.” Grace held her breath, shut her eyes and gripped Patrick’s hand as she started moving the wand across her lower stomach.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“We have a baby.” The doctor said, smiling widely. Grace sighed with relief while Patrick was close to tears of joy. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her shoulders as they looked at the ultrasound picture. “Baby’s very lucky; the wound actually just missed your womb. So the baby should be fine.”

“Oh my god.” Grace gasped, turning her head into Patrick’s chest. “Do you have any idea how far along you are?” The doctor asked, beaming. “2 months I think.” Dr. Stanford smirked. “More than that. You’re nearly four months. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.” Grace sighed. “I’ve been so busy with the kids and Patrick being away, I guess I just didn’t notice.” Patrick chuckled. “You have children already?” Grace nodded. “Two, a daughter, Melody Stephanie Stump and a son, Freddie David Stump.” The doctor chuckled. “Busy mom.” Grace nodded and Patrick started re-wrapping her. “Do you what to know the sex?”

“Yes.” Patrick said straight away. “No.” Grace said over the top of him, so they were in unison. “I want to wait and be surprised when he or she comes along.” Grace said, put her hand over her bandaged belly. “Why? We can just find out and pick a name so we’re more prepared this time.” Grace pretended to slap Patrick, but just rubbed his cheek. “It’ll be a surprise Stump if you want me to walk down that aisle pregnant.” Patrick’s eyes widened. “You will?”

“No baby is standing in my way when it comes to finally marrying your sorry ass.” She replied, chuckling lightly. “We’ll wait then thanks Doc.”

He kissed and put his hand over bandage’s, smiling at the life underneath his hand. That was alive.

And kicking. He could feel it. Grace gasped. "It kicked. The baby kicked!" Patrick nodded. "We know you're in there. So you don't have to keep kicking."

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

Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
The corners of your empty room
The trouble we could get into, just
Fake it for me (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
Disregard the footsteps
And we'll never tell a soul

I was sat on my bed, chewing my lips as Alex laid on it. "I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, I'd hate it if someone jumped on me making feel pressurised into sex. So, I thought it would be better to ask."

"I know. I get it, Alex." I inerruppted. The thing was, that I think I did want to jump Alex and basically, fuck him, but I couldn't do it. I really didn't know how. "Alex, what if we go out tomorrow, give me time to think about it. Then we'll see tomorrow night." I said quietly. His hand rubbed my back and hung around my waist. "That's cool, but is it cool I if I stay here. My mom think's i'm staying with Rian tonight." I laughed, lying down next to him. "Sure, my floor is very comfortable."

He started laughing, pulling me under him. "Why can't I have the bed for a change Jasey?" I sighed, pushing him off me. "Because it's my bed."

"But it is a double bed, I could sleep on one side and you on the other." He suggested. I sighed. "Fine, fine. But I get this side because this is my pillow." I said, leaning to the left. "What this pillow?" He said, holding up the pale blue pillow. "Yes, that pillow. Now give it back." He smirked and threw it at me. "It's on now bitch!" I knealt up, hitting Alex repeatadly with one of my other pillows. He grabbed my other pillow and started hitting me with it. We were screaming, well I was while Alex was shouting at me.

"Jasey Rae, what the hell are you doing in there?" I heard my mom yell, knocking on my locked door. "Fuckkkkk." I hissed, grabbing Alex's hand. We looked around for a place for him to hide. The closet was way to obvious, my bathroom was bound to be suspisous if it was locked, anyone could see under my bed. "Get your ass on my balconey." I hissed. He obeyed and ran outside and I pulled my curtain's. "Coming ma!"

I unlocked and opened my door. My mother in a pyjama'a was there, baseball bat and all. Oh shit. "What in the world is going on in here?" She asked, barging past me. "Nothing! I was just getting ready for bed." As I suspected, she opened my closet and bathroom, and even checked under my bed. "I swear I heard a male voice in here." She said to herself. "Nope, No one. Just me. Now, if you can leave so I can sleep..." She drew my balconey curtain's open slightly. "Mom, come on." I said, grabbing her arm. "You're being paranoid. Go back to bed, yeah?"

She glared at me. "There's someone out there." She pulled her arm away and the curtain's flew open. No one was out there. Where the fuck did Alex go? "... See, like I said. No one. Now, go back to bed." I stuttered. She sighed but left. I locked  my bedroom door again and ran out onto the balcaoney. "Alex?" I hissed. "Help." I heard him whimper. I looked down and Alex was holing onto our flower thing for dear life. I bent down and got my hand between the railings and grabbed his hand and pulled him up until he was high enough to climb over the railings himself.

"Quick thinking." I complimented as I shut the balconey door. "I know." He sighed, chuckling. "Now, I'm going to change in the bathroom and take off my make-up. So be warned." He laughed as I shut the bathroom door. I took of my shorts, leggings and Greenday shirt and replaced it with a Atticus shirt and black and white polka dotted pyjama bottoms. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and tied my hair into a ponytail. I spat out the last of my toothpaste and went back into my bedroom, where Alex was already in my bed, just in his boxer's I assumed as his jeans and shirt were on the floor.

I sighed and picked up his clothes and folded them up and place them on my desk. "Jesus Jasey, you're the only girl who would tidy up her boyfriend's clothes when he's nalf-naked in her bed."

"Well I do, so go fuck yourself." I said, climbing into my side of the bed. "I would normally, but I hear it's impolite when there's company."

"Night Alex." I said, shutting my eyes. "Night Jasey." He whispered, resting his arm around me.

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Who the fuck calls people at nine in the morning?

Jack fucking Barakat.

I answered it before Alex woke up.

"Jack, there better be a good fucking reason for this phone call."

"There is. Was Alex any good? I have to know this now!"

"Jack, we didn't sleep together."

".... Oh. Okay. So, where is he?"

"Right now, he's asleep next to me."

"So, you did sleep with him?"

"He was in the same bed, if that's what you mean."

"Okay. Want to hang out and scare people at the mall today?"

I sighed.

"Sure. I'll see you a like midday or something."

"Rian will come pick you guys up later! Bye Jasey!"

"Fuck off, Jack."

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

Come one, come all
You're just in time
To witness my first breakdown
Cause there's a mile gone
For every minute passed
When I'm stuck in this town

"Guess who?" Someone asked, putting their hands over my eyes. I smiled. "Gaskarth, you have 30 seconds to tell me how the hell you got into my room and why you're here so late." I heard him chuckle as he took his hands off me. "I missed you." He whispered in my ear, pecking my neck. I closed my World History book and turned around to face him. "It's eleven at night and you sneaked into my room, why?"

"Because you weren't answering your phone, and your front door was locked." He repiled, kneeling down so our faces were level. "For a reason. I was trying to study for my History test on Monday and my family is asleep." He shrugged and kissed my lips. I lost all my agruements I had ready in my head for him. "Do you want me to leave now?" He asked softly, his hand running up my leg. "Umm, no. Not really." He beamed and secured himself to me. Our lips moving together as he grasped the back of my head. He pulled away breathlessly, smiling slightly. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up.

We'd been dating for about a month now. And this was my 6th week in Maryland, and I hadn't killed myself like I had been wagering. My best friend back in Chicago, Laura, kept checking on my sanity via phone calls and AIM. Webams are a awesome guilt trip present as well. Not to mention my own laptop. That was currently switched on.

BING!

My laptop interrupted. It was telling me that Laura had signed onto AIM. "Alex, my best friend is on. Can I have five minutes?" He smiled and nodded. He always asked about Laura after I mentioned I had lived with her, but he learnt that I wouldn't tell him until I think he should know.

I knealt down in front of my laptop while Alex  was going through my closet, looking for god knows what.

JaSeYrAe [11.12pm]: LAURA!

LauraLikesLollipops [11.12 pm]: Jasey! How are you? You haven't been on in ages!

JaSeYrAe [11.13pm]: Sorry, I've been busy with school and crap. Webcam?

LauraLikesLollipops has invited you to start using webcam. Accept?    Decline?

I accepted and waved when she came into view. Her elegent blonde hair still curly, her make-up still as prefect. She smiled and waved too.

LauraLikesLollipops [11.15pm]: Who's that behind you, waving at me???

I turned around and Alex was waving at her. "You prat. You scared her."

LauraLikesLollipops [11.15pm]: He's fucking hot.

I laughed and so did Alex. He put his arms over my shoulders and started typing so whenever he hit space, his fingers grazed my boobs. What a perv.

JaSeYrAe [11.17pm]: Why thankyou. My name is Alex, Jasey's rape victim for this evening.

I saw her laugh.

LauraLikesLollipops [11.17pm]: Please tell me that's not true.

JaSeYrAe [11.18pm]: It isn't. Alex is my boyfriend.

LauraLikesLollipops [11.19pm]: ....

LauraLikeLollipops [11.19pm]: You lucky girl.

JaSeYrAe [11.19pm]: Isn't she?

JaSeYrAe [11.20pm]: Ingnore him. He has no working brain cells.

LauraLikeLollipops [11.21pm]: No men have. Look, my parents are checking up on me. And you what they're like since your mom went pyscho. I'll talk to you later.

LauraLikesLollipops [11.21pm]: xxx

LauraLikesLollipops has signed off.

"Your mom's pyscho?" He asked. "Umm, yeah, you could say that. After my dad left her, she tried to kill herself." He exhaled, tickling the back of my neck. "Shit."

"Yup."

"Jasey, I did have a alternative motive coming here tonight..."

"Which is?"

"It sounds fucking stupid in my head, but I would rather ask you rather then just race striaght into it."

"Alex, you're scaring me."

"I really want to try and....havesexwithyou."

I choked on my own salvia. "Oh shit Jasey. Are you okay?" I nodded, holding onto his arm. "Could you just repeat that? Just for my own confirmation, because I think you just asked whether we can have sex. I may have heard wrong."

"I did just ask if we could have sex."

"Right. I knew I had far too good hearing for my own good."

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

Can you hear the crowd is calling,
"Hey, sing louder now,"
You've got to show them what it means to be alive...
Dancing through the night has never been so rock n' roll,
You've got a good thing and it's time to let them know.

"Jack Barakat, get your fucking hands off me." I hissed in Jack's ear as I felt his hand on my thigh under our desk in English. It was my second week in high school and I was enjoying every single moment of it. I pushed Jack's hand away and wacked him in the crotch for good measure. He gasped and our teacher noticed. She turned around and glared at Jack. "Problem Mr. Barakat?"

He smiled and shook his head, but under our desk, he was grasping his privates. "No Miss. I'm prefectly fine." She sighed and turned back to the board. "My children maybe disabled now Jasey." He mummered under his breath. I shrugged. "They were going to have problems with a dad like you Jack." He nudged me as we started chuckling. "Listen Miss. Rae and Mr. Barakat if you two can't shut your mouths, you shall find yourself in detention with me on Monday. Understood?"

We both nodded quickly and shut up, giving each other amused glances. I could hear Alex giggling in front of us. I leant back in my chair and kicked the back of his so he turned around. I stuck my tongue out at him while he blew me a kiss. The teacher, Miss Grove was setting us a homework assignment. I noted down that we had to read Act II of Romeo and Juliet and annotate our own scripts. I stuffed all my books in my bag just as the bell went for the weekend.

"Jesus Jasey, hurry the hell up. I need to start my weekend." Jack sighed throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "Then go Jack. You don't have to wait y'know." He shrugged as I pulled my bag over my shoulder. "We have band practice tonight, and we need an outsider's opinion." I raised my eye-brows. "You're in a band?"

"Why are you so shocked?"

I shrugged, but the image of Jack doing something constructive made me smile. "So, what's this band of yours called?" I asked as we exited the school. "All Time Low." I nodded. "Sweet name. Who's in it?" He smiled and turned around where Alex, Rian and Zack were walking. "You're kidding me?" He shook his head, laughing. "Which one is the singer, please tell me it's not you."

Last time I heard Jack sing, it was like a cat being strangled, then someone stepped on it's tail, and it was dehydrated. "Alex." My jaw dropped as I turned around. "So Alex, I can see you sing tonight?!" I asked, quite loudly. He looked up and flipped me off. I chuckled and turned back to Jack. "Has he asked you out on a date yet?"

"That, is none of your business."

The truth is, he hadn't. I was really disapponted but I kept my smile up. We walked to Rian's house, as he had the biggest garage where they could practice. We dumped our bags on the couch they kept there amd the guys grabbed their instruments an junk. I sat down, cross-legged on the floor, drinking the red-bull I had found the refridgeator. They were all tuning their guitar's and plugging them into amps. Rian was hitting out little rhythm's on the drum kit and Alex and jack were playing simple chords. "Right, what songs have you got?"

"Alex wrote one a while ago. Want to hear it?"

I nodded, taking another sip of Red Bull.

Go!

I'm looking forward to another day without you
The way I see it you could never do what I do
I welcomed you with open arms
You drove the knife right through my heart
So now I'm crossing out the pain that's been tearing us apart

You were out of sight, now you are out of line
Went to your head, now you are left behind

Let me go, can't you see?
You're just the next best thing to me
Here I go, honestly
You're just the next best thing to me

I'm packing up my things and moving on without you
As far as I can see you'll never do what I do
I'm pushing you away, living out my dreams that you tore down
Can't you just swallow up your pride
Admit to me, and finally drown

I think you're in over your head
Choking as the water fills your lungs
Can't you see to me you're dead?
Too late now, what said it's done

You were out of sight, now you are out of line
Went to your head, now you are left behind

Let me go, can't you see?
You're just the next best thing to me
Here I go, honestly
You're just the next best thing to me

"Wow." That was all I could say. Alex laughing, altering his guitar strap so the insturment was behind his back. I wrapped my arms quickly around him as I stood up. "Can I ask who wrote those lyrics?" Alex rasied his hand, blushing. "Who was it about?"

"My first girlfriend, Lauren. I broke up with her, after I met you. She kinda cheated on me and I was going to stay. But then you came like a hurricane, and I dumped her. " I blushed. "In case you're wondering, that's Alex's way of asking you to be his girlfriend." Zack yelled, putting his bass down. He blushed, biting his lip innocently. "Alex, do you want me to be your girlfriend?" He nodded.

I rubbed my lips together smiling. "Can you hurry the fuck up?!" Jack shouted, taking my Red Bull. "Fuck you Barakat."

"I would, but you know, you kinda belong to Alex."

I nodded to Alex and his smile. It was just beautiful.