Once they realize your not going to stop, thats when they get pissed. 
They get  pissed because you are yourself, and they fit into the perfect mold we call today's society. 
In other words, they wish they were you, and they want to be you, because you have a voice, and you do what you want without giving a fuck.
Your actually an influence. 
The new Hollywood, thats us. You know this when people you don't even know, or have never talked to in your life, hate you.
Basically.
And if they say they are angry at you because you act egotistical or because you don't know what its like to have nothing, it might not be true.
They might be angry because when they dyed their hair a funny color, they got kicked out of the house. They hate you because their parents hate them.
They hate you because you were accepted and they were rejected.
If they think you can't get a job because you look the way you do, prove them fucking wrong.
Take off all the gauze and pretty things, and go apply somewhere, you never know, you might just get in.

They can't see that you have problems too, they are blind to your life and everything in it. They only see themselves in the mirror of life.
And if they don't watch it, next time they bug you, your going to throw up all over their glistening, shiny, plastic made life.
Everything you've kept inside will come pouring out, until it stains.
And once they know it was the wrong thing to judge you, then you can continue living.
Because under that hard shell, there might just be soft chewy candy on the inside.
So sit back, relax and watch them waste away their life caring about you and what your going through.
Hey, I told you, this is Hollywood.

Whooo Hoo.

Everyones entitled to their own opion, and i'm not trying to tell you that you cant have one or dont deserve one.
Alright so I have to get this off my back.
I really dont know how anyone could be so mean to people, I mean who do you think you are?  Sure you've had it rough, lord knows. But so have I, and so have my friends.
And you don't know us, and until you do theres no right for you to say that we haven't been through shit. I know theres kids out there in 3rd world countries with no food, and no houses and no clothes. Thats why we do what we can to help them. I'm only a teenage girl, there isnt much that I can do. Sometimes the people who have everything have it the most hardest.
And no they're not all emo. I don't even know where you picked that up. Its not a label its a style of music, how stupid would I sound if I said I wanted to be rap.
Okay, so I do look like a halloween costume, but who says that wasnt what I was going for. MaybeI like the way people stare, or maybe I just have the guts to do it. To dye my hair fucked up colors and wear a whole but of shitty jewlery.
It doesnt mean i'm not human.
It doesnt mean i'm not a girl and it doesnt mean I dont have feelings.
And the way I dress doesnt affect me. It doesnt make life harder, it doesnt make me all depressed, it just grabs the attention of people like you, and you cant stand that i'm different.
Kay, and take a look at your friends, dearie, were the same thing, or are they just invisable to you too?
I might not fit perfectly into a label, but i'm differant.
I dont want a war with you or your friends, but its obvious that you want me dead, so go ahead take a whack at  me, at least I can say that I made so really great friends and I had a wicked ass time just being me and fooling around with them. There no way i'll forget any one of them. 
So I lived my life big fucking deal.
Oh and I have a job belive it of not. Even though I look like a 'peice of shit' I managed to get a job, and keep it.
I'm not trying to be anything, sorry to break it too you, I have no desire to be one of the crowd.
I'M JUST MY FUCKING SELF.
I'm not trying to be hardcore, I dont shop at spencers and think i'm harcore.
Kay, and as you said emos are rich?
Not true. I know a few, which you informed me of by saying 'all your friends are fucking emo.'
They have it pretty bad too.
So ease up on the labels, and all this drama, sure I look like a peice of shit, but it doenst concern you, if you really dont want too look at me that bad, close your fucking eyes when we pass in the hallways. 
I JUST WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE.
Hey if you dont like me then dont fucking talk to me. 

I need someone to tell me that its oh fucking kay.

...And all those tears you cried, you'll suck back in your eyes...

(S) ::.. Chelsey xx... says:
Thats a good song.
//Leroy// [I know its the last day on earth] says:
i know
(S) ::.. Chelsey xx...says:
I wish I had someone to spend the last day on earth with me.
//Leroy// [I know its the last day on earth] says:
and what am i?
(S) ::.. Chelsey xx... says:
Will you really?
//Leroy// [I know its the last day on earth] says:
Yeah, i'd rather spend it with you than anyone here. 
(S) ::.. Chelsey xx... says:
Likewise, Leroy, you dont know how sick of this place I am, and most of my friends.
//Leroy// [I know its the last day on earth] says:
howcome?
(S) ::.. Chelsey xx... says:
I dont know, I just want someone who I dont spend everyday with, to listen to me talk and actually care.
//Leroy// [I know its the last day on earth] says:
I'm catching the next bus down. <3
//Leroy// [I know its the last day on earth] has left the conversation

I called my dad tonight, it was like the first time in maybe months, and he doesnt call me.
It was werid, like talking to someone you havent talked to for almost seven years. You have a lot too say, but you barely tell the other person anything. 
I found out my step mom is having another kid too. And of course I did the whole 'Congratulations!' thing, and  sounded happy/
Man its just another kid for me to babysit when I actually go out there, just lovely.  He has nothing to do with me for how long and then all of a sudden calls me and tells me it would be nice if I came out to vist, so I do annd then I babysit.
Speaking of visiting, we kind of talked about that, kind of. He said 'Sorry i'm so busy, I dont know when we'll get you out here next.'
And I said that 'Thats okay, I understand and I'll come out whenever I can."
Then he said, 'Hopefully we'll get you out this summer.'
I dont even want to go out now.
What? I'm an outcast here, and then I go out there and I'm even more of an outcast. Again lovely.
Its worse there, I go to the park with my brother and everyone looks at me.
And my cousins ask if the piercer missed my ear.
=P
It sucks. But yeah, I talked to my dad again.

So I havent been updating here, I've been updating on my msn space becasue no one reads that, I have my website stages.
I'm definatly against this, although I have a boyfriend, Leroy isnt like your normal boyfriend. Hes more like a really close friend, which is what a boyfriend is but I find that I can do whatever I want, no matter how stupid or pansy it is around him and he wont give a damn.
Then with other guys you can always do something wrong.
And thats what I dont like. How you have to change yourself into something that is apealing to guys or be someone your not.
Its just gross.
I'm all for a fuck buddy or a one night stand, but not a real boyfriend that lives where I live, and that isnt Leroy. Not That I dont love Leroy, Hes pretty much one of the closest people too me.
I would rather stay single all my life than change myself for some guy.
I value that most, my individuality.

Look what Jesse told me:
jeez with a build up like that I can imagine but to be honest chels I think their slightly jealous of you our school is a bible belt riding herd of sheep, for anyone to be an individual is a threat to their routine you break that routine, in leaps and bounds and you still got friends like me who'
ll always support that about you. your the most unique person I've ever known and its my favourite thing about you. It takes great couage to be you I think and you do it instinctively, so who cares what the rest of those sheep fuckers think, your the only one who dares to be different

It made my day, pretty much. I dont know, I cant describe how I felt when he said this, well cause no ones ever told me too keep doing what i'm doing its always;
"Hey freak! Halloweens over!"
Or
"Go cut yourself emo!" 
To let you know, i'm no where near emo, I mean my hair is Pink.
Anyways; Update on my life:
As you could tell from my last entry things were pretty shitty.
But now me and Kat arent fighting too bad anymore, which makes me happy. The days this week are taking so long to go by. I hate it.
I'm nervous for presenting, you all know how I am in front of a really big group and im nervous becasue of some shit.
And my face broke out, which really sucks, you dont know how much it sucks to break out.
Anyways, I think thats enough of my little problems. 

And then again i'm so glad i'm friends with the people i'm friends with, I couldnt ask for more.
And I dont like that someone that I used to like with the back hair.
Eww, now.
I'm not hearing guitars anymore when I see him. 

Right now, i'm really into hugs too, give me one and i'll love you forever. And if your someone who doesnt talk to me, and you have too arms give me a hug and i'll talk to you. 

And I'm sick of trying to fit in.

Alright lets touch on something Tasha and myself were talking about on Friday.
Sure we stand out, and we have our reasons.
You dont know what weve gone through and who are you to tell us that we havent had it as rough as you. Everyone has had it rough and theres no amount placed on life.
Thats why we look the way we do. We've realized life is fucked up past no return. And nothing is going to change the world. Espically when you have people in it, that wont talk to you bacasue they think your goth//skid//emo//Punk. People put this label on you becasue they dont know you. They have never talked to you, so they assume that your a freak.
Which no, your not.
What a surprise it will be when you take your Vans shoe and step on their faces. When you made it, and they didnt. When you were brave enough to be differant and to be hated for it, they wernt. You will be at the top.
And then, when you come back down, take that same vans sneaker and step on them again.
What a shock they will recieve when they find out that you made it, nd they are still living the the same town they graduated in.
Were Ravishing, face it.
Were high matenence and beautiful, face it.
Everyone is, or at least the ones that stick in your mind just like the way that all the shit you speak will stick to your teeth and casue them to decay. We'll cause you to decay.
And in the end, you'll still hate us, and you'll still want to be us.
We are the majority.

Now onto my life, becasue this is my journal.
So I started talking to Louellen again. Which you know, isnt so bad. I geuss you could say, shes an okay girl, and maybe i'm the one thats fucked up, but we already knew that, lets move on.
I'm in a fight with Molly. I dont know how it came around, well I do, but you know me, I'm not going to say. It may just make it worse, which i've been doing for the last little while.
Next topic.
Its mothers day, so have a gooder, all you mothers. Its also my mothers birthday tommorow, again have a gooder.
The family came down last night. I'm not much of a family person, they are mainly like everyone else, judgemental.
They smile and ask my why I look the way I look and I smile back and say nothing, I dress this way to prove people like you wrong. I'm still the same little blonde girl that did whatever she was told, now dont get me wrong.
I have changed a little.
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Title: Sometimes Life Is Hard Enough
Author: Chiruseyu (o0theverythinggoddess, xxChels)
Disclaimer: Okay, so I dont own the guys of MCR, although I wish I did. If I did I would probally have them locked up in a closet or something cause i'm freaky like that. But I do own a rock named Bob. I dont feed him.
Rating: Mature (language, gore, etc.) 
Chapter: N/A

I was pretty much as messed up as a person could get, and no one could save me. Let me tell you a little about myself;
I don't really know my parents, well I know who they are, but they turned me over to an orphanage when I hit grade 5.
The orphanage became my new family, and hell did I love 'em. Then I changed. To me it was for the better, but the orphanage wouldn't support my new 'interests.' and I wouldn't drop them. I was 'in too deep.' Around then I was in high school, and I decided to leave the orphanage.
Yeah I was into drugs, I didn't have a job, and I had dropped out of school. With no house or any relatives that wanted me I turned to living on the streets.
I had said that I was into drugs, but I had no money to pay for the pot or blow that I wanted, so of course the next best thing was sex.
As you can see I was going down the wrong roads extremely quick, like I was driving a car with no brakes, I kept picking the wrong things.
I found a group of friends exactly like me, and they became my next family. We hung out in the mall mostly, stealing shit and causing a riot.
Everyone knew us.
With my group of friends and the live I was living, the last thing to cross my mind was love. Back when I was in middle school, and I had just started the change I had vowed to never love someone. Looking in the mirror at my reflection; my straight black and rainbow hair, my spikey collar, fishnet stockings, band Tee's, and signature chains, I had told myself that no one in their right mind would ever be attracted to me. So I  wanted to be solo all my life, besides that no one ever attracted me. But right now I needed saving, I needed someone to care, and when that someone came, It took me totally of guard.
Once again I in the mall, with my family. We were getting pretty hungry, living on the street you never got much.
“Think we could snake something from a store?” Jesse asked. I figured not eating was killing him the most. He was way to skinny to live the way we live.
“Thats what we usually do,” Amanda sighed. She scared most people. She took the 'out cast' look a little to far. A girl version of Manson if you will. I wasn't one to speak, we were all weird looking. I had the weirdest hair, hands down. I couldn't even remember the original color. 
“Yeah I want to stop at Hot topic fist, I need a new Tee,” I grinned. Hot Topic was our favorite store, and the best thing was it was huge, so if we succeeded in sneaking in, the staff didn't find us for hours. They knew who we were and that we stole but they never called security on us, just threw us out, many of them were in the same boat as us.
Stevo was the last person in out little 'mall family' he was probably the meanest to, in the sense that he loved beating up other kids, and us. His bright pink hair made girls laugh, but  on the other hand, his casual spikes and studs warned them not to mess with him. He was a different guy.
He was the one who got us into the stores unnoticed. He would knock  a garbage down or break a window, and the staff would coming running out, and we would go running in. 
I took all the precautions my style of dress would allow, slinking into the Tee section. I pulled a Nitemare Before Christmas tank off the shelves and stuffed it into my messenger back. I turned to the opposite stand and grabbed  three shirts; Manson, My Chem, and Slipknot, shoving all three into my bag with the other one.  
Might as well grab shoes too.
I ran two isles down and grabbed a checkered pair of Chucks, size 8.
Perfect.
“Hey! Melanie!” Amanda called, she herself was taking things. “Have some eyeliner.”
She tossed me a stick, smiling I put it in my bag too.
Steven let go of the skate board he was hold. “This is a killer song!” He called.
I stopped and listened. Fagot by MSI. Trust him to notice.
“Lets start a mock mosh!” His smile was to big to resist, so I ditched my bag and ran into the group of four. He immediately starting pushing and shoving, throwing us into  nearby displays. We would rebound and continue. As this progressed things got worse, he started throwing punches.
He hit me in the nose causing it to split and bleed.
“Fuck! You dumb ass,” I laughed, pulling another shirt of another stand. I held it to my nose catching the blood. I bent down and picked up my bag, trowing it over my shoulder.
“Guys lets go, staff is coming,” Jesse said, motioning for us to follow him. We agreed, hearing distant yells from the other side of the store.
We got out without a hitch and I found a bench to rest one. We were now near the doors of the mall, near a super store.
Mandy ducked in and came out bearing food. They joined me on the bench, all of us enjoying our lunch.
But the fun wasn't over yet.
I looked up hearing the door clink open, as a guy walked in, he looked about my age, or somewhere near it.
“Lookgit that wannabe goth,” Steven muttered.
Everyone laughed.
The guy had shoulder length-ish hair, it wasn't quite there. It looked like he had just cut it, but let it grow.
He had on all black, with a black and white striped tie, and a bat belt buckle. He was pale, with dark make up circles around his eyes. It took me a few minutes to realize who it was.
“Thats Gerard fucking Way!” I whispered, still starring at him. I shrugged and went back to my lunch of bread and cheese.
“Lets follow him,” Jesse suggested, picking up the loaf. Mandy grabbed the cheese and we were on our way.  He got looks in the mall, but who wouldn't give him looks, he was lead singer in My Chemical Romance, and they were getting popular, all the posers were flocking to him, leaving no room for Hard core fans, like myself.
He pulled sun glasses out of his pocket and put them on; what a rock star.
I still held the shirt to my still bleeding nose, so needless to say, we weren't that inconspicuous. 
After awhile Jesse refused to give me another piece of bread, making me angry.
“Jesse!” I yelled. “Give me some fucking bread!”
I had blown our cover, he turned around to stare at us, Jesse holding the bread above me, and me trying to grab it while I tried to catch the blood from my nose.
He walked over. I would be lying, to say I wasn't excited. He flashed us one of his famous half grins and plucked the bread out of Jesse's hand. He grabbed a piece and tossed it to me, I let go of the shirt trying to catch it. The bloody shirt fell to the ground as I popped the bread into my mouth.
Gerard started wide eyed, at the river of blood spewing from my nose.
I quickly picked up the shirt and put it back up to my nose, hoping he hadn't seen much.
How could he not see it! It was like a bright light cutting through the fog! I shrugged, noteing the akwardness of the situation, no one was talking so it was up to me to break the silence.
“Thanks for the bread?” I murmured. He threw the loaf back at Jesse and walked closer.
“What happened to you?” His voice was somewhat different from what I had heard on TV, that was, when I got to watch it. It was more, real, sweet and caring.
“Erm... nothing.”
He shook his head. “Cant be nothing, your bleeding everywhere.” He put his hand on mine and pulled it away from my face.
I could see out of the corner of my eye Steven was getting angry. I was his property, even if we weren't dating. But you had to understand that this was Gerard being Gerard, he acted like this all the time, he cared.
I didn't blush, like I had said, I refrained from that sort of stuff, it only caused hurt, people in general caused hurt.
“Tell me what happened?” It was a sort of demand question. “Here how about I take you all for coffee?”He suggested.
“Why do you care so much?” Steven sneered, stepping in between ma and Gerard.
Gerard was left at a blank, with nothing to say.
“God, Steven! Leave him alone!” I retorted. “What did he ever do to you?”
Steven was pissed. “He came into my life.”
“Steven! Move, damn it.” He stood there, If he could punch me I could do the same. I dropped my bloody Tee and clenched my fist swinging as hard as I could at the back of his head.
“Mel! What the?” He yelled in pain, grabbing where i had it.
It had hurt me too, he had a hard head.
“Yeah, well you punched me too!” I squealed.
“But we were moshing!” he tried to make up an excuse, we were naturally violent to each other, and he had to face it.
“What ever! There were four of us and it was in Hot Topic and we were stealing clothes!” You know that kind of whiny yelling voice that you get when you fight? That was what we were using, Defiantly not attractive, and it was in the middle of a shopping mall.  
“Wait...” Gerard said, grabbing my arms and pulling them behind my back, “He did that too you?”
I nodded.
“Why do you guys beat each other up like this?” He questioned. “Its really stupid. And I bet your nose is broken.”
I struggled to get away from him, how could he just walk into a mall and interrupt four kid s's life's?
“Why not?” Steven continued.
“Its stupid, shes your friend you shouldn't hit her like that.”
Steven shrugged.
By this point I was pretty pissed off too. “Can you let me go?!” I yelled.
We had quite a few people watching us.
“Oh sorry...” I think  he was a little put off.
“Okay look, I'll go for friggen coffee with you,” I sighed. “I don't know if they will.”
The whole group shook their heads.
“Not a chance.”
They were all glaring at me. What was I supposed to do, just tell him to Fuck off?
I knew that when I went back to them I would get it. It being whatever they wanted.
“Lets go then,” I said turning around, I grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him away from them. Surprisingly he didn't fight.
“I kind of want to take you to a hospital,” He stammered, following along.
“Gosh, I have no money for that.”
“I don't care, I'll take you there and pay,” Gerard said, pulling me to the door.

Gerard's POV
I was sent into the mall to grab a few things for the band, food wise.
I was Defiantly surprised at what I found, well they found me. It what a group of kids, I noticed them right when I walked in, and they decided to follow me.
I heard one call me a 'wannabe goth.' The one with pink hair.
The girl, the one that stood out, not the Manson clone, whispered that I was Gerard Way.
And then they got up and followed me.
This girl, she had black and rainbow hair, she would be easy to remember. And if anyone could pull off this look, it was her. Actually I don't think words could do her justice. She was drop dead gorgeous, even with a bloody nose. Wait. She had a bloody nose! How could that have happened?
You could see it drip down the shirt she was using to stem the flow. It dripped down her face and onto her lip ring, and she did barely anything about it.
They were eating bread and cheese, this was one of the weirdest groups I had seen. But I wasn't about to reveal that I knew they were following me, it wasn't the right time.
Soon enough I found my opening. One of the kids wouldn't give the girl a piece of bread, so I turned around and plucked it out of his hands, throwing her one.
She had to drop what she was using for her nose to catch it, and did her nose ever look bad, maybe even broken, she needed to get to a hospital.
She then tried to cover it up, something that was not easy to do.
And then she spoke, her voice was like an angel's, or maybe I'm just exaggerating, but in my eyes it was.
I learn't that her name was Melanie, and that she was violent, we started talking and Steven, the kid with the pink hair stepped in between us, she out right punched him. After that she explained that it was for a good reason, he had given her bloody nose.
I grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, a bad move on my part, she didn't like it.
But how I liked it. Even if she did wear a lot of pointless bracelets, something about her drew me to her.
It seemed almost unreal, seeing a girl in a store like this and feeling this way. Well they always said love at first sight, eh?
After awhile I had to let her go, she was yelling at me. Then I offered coffee, making things worse.
She said she would come, so we left, her friends still angry.
And I changed the plans.
“You need to see a doctor,” I suggested.
She shook her head. “No money for it.”
What! This was insane. How could she be so hurt and not want to fix it.
“Of course, thats why you were stealing clothes,” I continued. “I'll pay for it.”
I hoped I sounded convincing.
“Hey,” She looked up at me, her bright blue eyes shooting holes through me. “Why do you give a damn, I'm some girl you just met, you barely know me.”
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. Why did I care?
We were outside again, and I pointed to the van. “Thats our van, the rest of the guys are in there and were going to take you to the hospital.” It was more of a demand.
And of course, she shook her head. “No your not.”
I sighed. “Don't make me do this.”
I stepped closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
I could tell it surprised her, she jumped. She probably wasn't used to touch, well gentle touch.
I lifted her off the ground. For being in her 20's like me, she was light, almost too light.
I walked her over to the van, kicking and screaming in my arms. Bob slid the door open and I dumped her in, closing the door and taking my seat in the front, next to Frank.

Normal POV
I was furious. Gerard Way must of though he was really something to do this.
“What the fuck?!” I cursed as he dumped me in his van. “You cant just – Hey listen to me!”
He was closing the door now.
He climbed in the front seat and ran a hand through his black mop of hair.
“To the hospital Frankie.”
Frank nodded and pulled away from the mall.
Everyone was looking at me.
“Hi I'm Mel,” I muttered, it was barely audible.
 “What with the bloody girl, Gee?” Mikey questioned.
“I found her in the mall,” He explained. “Her friend punched her.”
Their eyes went wide.
“What? Her friend?” Ray exclaimed. Gee nodded.
“Man thats fucked up,” Bob added.
There was another awkward  silence, but it was a lot less awkward then the one in the mall.
“So tell us about yourself, Mel,” Gerard broke it.
“I'm screwed, thats all you need to know.” I refused  to be friends with this guy.
“Wow. Shes so stubborn,” Frank commented, almost as if he was in awe. 
“I bet you would be stubborn if you were shunned  all your life too, Frank,” I said sarcastically. He shut up.
“So you want to know about me?” I asked, know what the answer would be.
Gerard nodded and I began to throw out my life story.
I didn't mention the drugs, I couldn't, I don't know why.
I pretty much summed it all up in the trip to the hospital.
My nose was cleaned up, but they said it was a nose and they couldn't put it in a cast. Gerard paid for the costs.
I still refused to be his friend and I could tell that was what he wanted. He had to break me first.
It was like owning a new pair of shoes and how they needed to be broken in, I needed to know I could trust him and that he wasn't just another washed up celebrity.
We all stood outside the van, my nose throbbing, whatever, it would heal soon.
I looked at the ground and uttered a thank you.
I guess Gerard was feeling a little more comfy around me, “What was that?” He teased.
I sighed shooting him a dirty look, and he laid off.
“I know your grateful.”
I shrugged, it was starting to get dark out. “Erm... I should get back?”
They nodded, again understanding. I thought of giving Gerard a hug, would that be too nice?
I didn't know, so I gave it a shot. It was really fast – ish.
I ran up to him and threw my arms around his neck and let go. He laughed and put his arms around me again.
“Its okay.”
This was another one of those 'wide eyed' moments that seemed to be reoccurring all to much today. I was so taken aback by this and I think he was taken aback by the though that he was getting me to open up.
His arms slid from my shoulders to my hips in a matter of minutes, and this 'hug' was already to sexual for me.
I let go again.
“Where mine?” Frankie demanded. I sighed and gave him a hug too, soon Mikey, Ray and Bob wanted hugs. After the 'hugging spree' was over, i re stated the fact that I had to go.
“I'm going to get beat up so bad!” I whined, running out of the circle.
“You like her!” I heard Frank chirp. No he didn't, I only just met him, it was impossible.
I got back to where we slept, on top of a Dairy Queen, yes we were that cool. I was glad to see that everyone was already asleep. So I feel asleep too, thinking I would never run into Gerard Way or any one My Chemical Romance again.

I awoke to someone patting my head, or rather, running their hands through my hair, and I bet you could guess who it was.
I opened my eyes and was face to face with Gerard Way. But I didn't slap him, as I would have liked to. Instead I leaned in and kissed him. But I felt nothing.

I felt something wet falling on me.
Fuck, that was a dream. Why would I dream about him, of all people? I was becoming attracted to him? I couldn't be, it would only lead to heartbreak and that was not going to happen.
The wetness increased and I opened my eyes, it was raining, and when it rained you did not want to be on the roof of a Dairy Queen. 
My friends were wakening up again too. Shit. I figured they would be to tired to do anything to me, but again I was wrong.
“Oh its you, you finally decided to show,” Mandy sneered.
I did nothing but stand by the giant neon Dairy Queen logo, getting wet.
“Okay, sorry,” Mandy shifted her wait and ran over to me, hiding under the neon logo. “Your our family, and I just don't want you to get hurt.”
Jesse followed, and so did Steven, only a lot slower than the first two.
“Doesn't mean he didn't fuck her,” He slid under the logo too.
I gasped, “He would not do that!”
Steven grinned. “He would, I could tell he liked you.”
“It Doesn't mean hes going to rape me!”
“But you had sex didn't you?” He placed his hand on my chin, holding it up and surveying me. “ You know your mine.”
We weren't even dating, and maybe because we might have done something once, he though he owned me.
“I'm out,” I pushed his hand of my face and slid out from the logo, I was getting wet, but didn't care.
All the eyeliner I used was dripping down my face like mud, I'd hate to see poor Amanda's makeup. Obviously she didn't care, she slid out of the neon sign too.
 “Frick, Steven your a dumb ass, learn to be a little nicer,” She grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the roof. I threw my hood up so the dye wouldn't leave my hair. 
“Mandy, you didn't have to do that,” I started, I couldn't help but laugh, her make up was way worse than mine, the white face paint coming off in rivers.
“Shut up, I know its bad,” She said playfully. “Lets find somewhere to stay.”
“No! I'm fired up now, lets do something fun,” I suggested.
She smiled. “What like make out?” It seemed that all people thought about these days was sex. I planted a kiss on her lips.
“Nope, something to get the adrenaline going,” I scrunched up my nose, then cursed myself, I forgot it was in pain. “Like... Lets play chicken!”
Mandy nodded, and pulled me to the road. Usually roads here were busy, but this was a side street. “You go first.”
Luckily there was a car coming. I stepped out into the middle of the road and stood there, waiting for it to get closer.
It did and whoever was driving it started to honk, but they didn't slow down. How long could I last?
It would have been common sense for the to slow down, but this was New York, and when were New Yorkers ever smart?
I jumped out of the way quickly.
Mandy laughed. “I can last way longer!”
It was her turn and needless to say she didn't last any longer than me.
My turn. Again.
I jumped into the middle of the road. There was another car coming. 
This time they didn't honk, and I just stood there.
They got closer. Fuck.
I squoze my eyes shut, and then re opened them, remembering I was about to die.
Closer.
I wasn't scared. I think I wanted to die, and thats why I wanted to play the game in the first place.
I could feel the air from the car coming closer. It was just that close.
“Fuck Mel! Move!” Mandy yelled.
Closer.
I could hear the breaks screech as the person driving saw me, the car – wait, it was a van! It veered to the left and came to a full stop.
And it was who I thought it was.
The side door slid open and the whole crew slid out. Frankie, Bob, Ray, Gerard and Mikey.
“Kid! What were you doing?” Bob yelled.
I started panting. The wet rain had already soaked my clothes, I couldn't feel it, but I knew I was sweating. My hear was threatening to beat out of my chest.
“Holy shit that was good,” I managed to gasp.
Mandy ran to the opposite side of the road; where we were standing and threw her arms around me.
“You stupid girl!” She cried.
“Yeah, what do you think you were doing?” Gerard scolded.
 I shrugged my shoulders, it was becoming my signature remark.

Gerard's POV
 
She was on  my mind all night, and when it started raining I decided it was time to go and find her.
I was just surprised I found her in the middle of a road.
She didn't even say why she was in the middle of the road.
“Lets go into the van,” I said, “Instead of standing here and getting wet.”
The two girls nodded and clambered into the van. Mel was a wreck, she was shaking and cold.
I searched the van for anything warm and came up with a blanket. I handed it to the two girls and they curled up under it.
“Where are your friends?” I asked them.
Mandy answered. “On the roof of Dairy Queen.”
“What?”
She nodded. “Stevo was being a real jerk so we left.”
“I bet it wasn't hard for him,” I let it slip before I had even noticed. “Wait! I didn't mean it.”
I was trying to fix my slip up.
“Naw hes always like that, he thinks just because we...” Melanie trailed off, I could tell it was a touchy subject.
“Just because you what?” I questioned, hoping she would answer me.
She yawned and the Mandy girl stood up. “I cant stay here, I really cant,” Mandy said she opened the door and stepped outside. “Love ya Mel.”
Mel smiled and leaned out the door, giving her friend a kiss. I would be a liar if I said I wasn't hot.
And with that Mel pulled herself back into the van and I closed the door.
“We sorta....” She murmured sliding under the blanket. “Some one else say it please?”
“Had sex?” Frank finished, he was the blunt one, always got to the point, and all the others guys were asleep already, on van seats. Mel, and me were forced to lay on the floor, as Frank had the drivers seat, Ray was stretched out on one of the van couches and so was Bob, and Mikey had the other front seat.
She nodded. I didn't know what to say, it wasn't every day you met someone like her.
“And then when he woke up tonight, he immediately jumped to the conclusion that you had  fucked me.”
I cringed. That was harsh. The back of my mind kept nagging and  whispering that i wanted to, as much as I ignored it, it was still there.
“Melanie, I wouldn't do that, not now,” I yawned.
She gave me a sleepy grin, “Does that mean you'll do it later?”
“If you want to.”
“WHAT!?” She yelled, it was more of a angry talking voice, as she was dead tired.
I put my hand on her mouth, quiet, the guys are sleeping. I slid under the blanket with her, she didn't protest, and we both fell asleep.

Morning came and I woke up next to Mel. We only just met and here we were sleeping under the same blanket. I was close to her, probably closer than she would have liked.
The van gave a jolt and I realized we were moving. We turned a corner and she rolled into me, moaning and waking up.
Oh how I liked her eyes. I smiled at her, and she pushed me away.
“Too close.” She said, closing her eyes again, Damn they were gone. I turned my gaze too her hair, it was the most unique I had ever seen, the top bit was rainbow, and then she had dyed the bottom half black, it looked as if her natural color was rainbow and she had tried to cover it up with black. And it was perfectly straight, epically coming out of the rain. Without a warning I shot my hand into her hair, gently. I pushed it out of her eyes and moved it around. She moaned and rolled over, out of my reach.
“Don't do that,” I muttered pulling her closer. I was surprised that she obliged. Maybe she was too sleepy to notice?
I had her in my arms. It felt good, there was something about her.
I think she let me hold her because she had no where else to go. Maybe she figured she should get on my good side? From what she had told me about her life she needed someone to help her crawl out of the whole she was. She was only in her 20's and was living on the street, stealing things, and barely alive.
They way she had been shunned when she was a child only reminded me of myself. We were one in the same. I just had to get her to open up.
I fell asleep again, from her body warmth. And I didn't wake up until noon – 1:00 ish.
This time she was awake and was looking at me. She blushed and rolled over. I wonder what she was thinking.
“Morning,” She said, her head buried in her pillow. 
“Morning,” I replied.
Mikey laughed. “More like afternoon.”
I had forgotten they were here. I kind of wanted it to be just me and Mel.
She sat up. “Guys I have to wash my clothes, I kind of smell.”
It was true, and I could see she was already starting to trust us.
“How about we drop you and Gerard off at a community laundry and you can do all our laundry?” Ray suggested.
Gerard shot him a half smile. “Sounds good.”

Normal POV

I nodded.
We compiled all of the guy's clothes, left in the van, we hadn't gone to their house. They said they were only renting and couldn't use the laundry machine, so they put their dirty clothes in the van.
Frank dropped us off and pulled away. I ran into the all too familiar laundry shop and emptied my bag on the counter, immediately hiding the small bags of pot that I kept inside it. Gee didn't need to see that just yet. I separated the dirty clothes from the clean and tossed the to Gee too sort into piles. I ignored him as he made immature remarks about my underwear.
“Hey wanna turn around while I change into something clean?” I asked.
He nodded. I could tell it was going to kill him not to look. The pervert.
I quickly slipped on the MCR shirt I had stolen a day earlier and some tight black jeans covered in studs and bondage. I left my collars and bracelets on where they were.
“Kay done.”
 He whipped around, maybe hoping to catch a glance of me nude? I lauged.
“What?” He asked.
“Your just funny,” I answered.
“Hey nice shirt!” He exclaimed.
“I thought it was appropriate.”
He stood up and picked up the pile of blacks, which was the biggest pile and shoved it into a washing machine, inserting the money and start it up.
“Soo....” He said coming back to wear I was, quickly piling everything into my messenger bag.
“Well. What do you want to talk about?” I questioned.
He shrugged.
Our silence was interrupted by a gunshot, which had obviously scared Gee. I knew who it was.
“Ouick! Get into a dryer!” I whispered.
“I cant fit in there!”
“If I can you can, well share one, they are pretty big.” I opened the nearest one up and shoved him inside, climbing on top of him.
I cursed myself for putting us into this situation, hopefully he wouldn't her hard. We were really close, I could feel his heart beat as he lie there. His body was in a curve following the machine, I was on my stomach, curving the opposite way.
“Melanie!” A gruff voice called. “I know your in here darling, and I know your almost out!”
It was him. The door was yanked open, so much for our hiding place.
“Thats a weird place to have sex,” The voice remarked, get out of there. I hoisted myself off of Gee and out into the room.
“You didn't bring any friends,” I sneered, usually he brought more, he was a dealer.
“I figured we would make it quick and then I would give you your pot.”
Shit! The little relationship  I had with Gerard was wasted, right there.
By now Gerard was out of the dryer.
“Who's this Mel?” Shane questioned. Shane was his name, biggest drug dealer in town. He had messy blond hair and tattoos everywhere, easily recognizable. “New boyfriend?”
“Drugs!” Gerard Hissed.
“Oh buddy you didn't know? Well you can watch if you want. If you can handle it,” He grinned and turned towards me, wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me, immediately inserting his tounge into my mouth.
“Buddy,” Gerard started, coming closer to Shane.
“Shane the back room please?” He lifted me up and carried me to the door in the back of the laundromat.

Gerard's POV
What was going on? She came out in tears, the Shane guy grinning. She had a small package in her hand, that she quickly slid behind her back.
“Thanks dearie,” Shane chuckled before leaving.
What this what I thought it was?
Did he just? I looked at Mel again, her hair was messy and almost all the make up was off her face. She leaned against the table slipping the smaller bag into her own bag.
“S-sorry,” She stammered, tears falling. “I understand if you don't want to talk to me any more.”
That was the last thing I wanted, if anything I wanted to help her, sure I was a little disappointed, but it was nothing I hadn't been through. 
Not knowing what to do I walked up to her and placed my arms around her. “Its okay.”
She broke down in my arms, crying hysterically. It made me want her. It made me want to sooth her and to stop the tears.
She was so beautiful, and she didn't know it. She kept selling herself like this, wasting away her years.
I could feel her gasping for breaths, I wanted to kiss her, but I knew she had just been used, it wouldn't have been true.
I ran my hands along her back, trying to comfort her.
“Just let me hold you.” She knew she was going the wrong way now.
After we had finished our laundry, and Mel was okay, I took her for that coffee I had promised.
How Starbucks soothed the soul.
She sipped on her ice coffee in silence, looking so innocent. I knew she had probably been through more than I had though.
Over the Coffee we both found out we loved comics, and manga and video games, except she had to steal hers. We found out that we both loved art, and that we both found a release in death. I was proud to say that we were be coming good friends. 
Or lovers...
We found the rest of the band at the same mall Mel pretty much lived in. They were in Toy R Us trying on tutu's.
Needless to say they looked best on Mel.
“We should all do something fun tonight,” Frank suggested, stopping by the ball cage.
“My friends lifted me in there once, I got stuck really bad,” she laughed, remembering the times, “After that they left me there to get out myself, but why don't we go to a amusement park?”
Mikey nodded. “That would be pretty fun.”
“Then its settled,” I smiled. Maybe there would be a tunnel of love or something that I could take Mel down.
“Don't you think we should take Mel to the apartment?” Ray suggested, “Shes been living in a van for the last day.”
“Hey its better than where I would be,” She stated.
But we ended up taking her to the apartment. We lived in an huge building, with many other apartments, so she would have to remember where ours was.
It wasn't too hard. 
“Alright, this is our apartment,” Ray began. “I pay the rent so I have the right to give the walk through.”
It was a pretty small room for five guys, everyone shared a bed except me. Ray and bob and Mikey and Frank. Thats what Ray brought up next.
“Your going to have to sleep with Gerard,” Ray stopped his sentence, realizing what he said.
“Thats okay,” Mel wasn't catching on, “I've slept with him before.”
Five seconds later she started giggling, going bright pink.
“I didn't mean it like that,” Ray was laughing too, and so was everyone else, including me.
I slipped my arm around her waste. “Are you ready for this?” I whispered.
It only made her blush more. She lifted her hand up to cover her face. “You guys!”
I slipped my free arm behind her knees and picked her up in a wedding carry. “Lets go!” I grinned.
“Geeerrarrrd!” She was past blushing, it looked like her face was on fire.
I lead her past the living room and down the next hall to 'our' room, setting her on the bed.

Normal POV
He had me. I was falling for him, as much as I didn't want to admit it, when he had me on his bed I wanted something to happen, but it couldn't, I couldn't just use him like I had used every other guy I meant.  
He flopped down on the bed beside me, still having one arm draped across my stomach.
“You can leave your stuff here,” He said, burying his head into the soft bedsheets.
“Naw, I have to carry my Mess bag with me all the time,” I explained, besides if I left it here someone could go through it and find what I tried oh so hard to hide.
My bag was my life.
“Okay,” He nodded. 
“Aren't we going to go to the park?” I asked, kicking my feet into the air.
“Yeah, but the guys are probably getting ready so we have some time to kill,” He explained. I couldn't help but think of what he wanted to happen. It was the same thing that I wanted to happen.
He rolled off his stomach and onto his back.
“Wanna kiss me?” He asked. God that was blunt and straight to the point.
“Yeah,” I answered, copying his style of blunt. He rolled onto his stomach again and straddled me.
I could feel his body heat  becoming my body heat as he leaned down to kiss me, and I could feel my face turning red again.
“Are you guys coming?” Frank asked, standing at the door. Damn it Frank.
Gerard smiled and flashed me a half smile. “Yeah were coming.” He got off of me and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed.
“Lets go.” He was looking at the ground.
It was too cute. I slipped my arm around his, so we were linked, and leaned against his shoulder. We were the last to get into the van and we were the last to leave the van.
The other guys were like the brothers I had never had, we were so close, and when me and Gee piled out of the van arms linked, they just smiled.
They bought me my tickets and they let me choose the first ride. I choose bumper cars, they were a good way to relive anger.
Everyone shared a car, I was sharing with Frank, who, earlier, called me. He had grinned and told Gee that he couldn't have me all to himself.
We got in the car, Frankie was driving. It was a tight fit, I was pressed right against the poor guy.
He was a good driver. We pretty much schooled the other guys.
Frank drove like a madman, at full speed he ploughed into Bob and Ray and Mikey and Gee.
I slipped my arms around Frankie's waist, in fear of being thrown out of the car. Surprisingly this caused him to jump, but smile.
I had my head buried in his shoulder, “Ima fall off!” I yelled.
“Maybe you shouldn't do that,” Frank questioned, it took me by surprise.
“Why not? I'm practically flying off.”
“Look at Gee.”
I lifted my head and searched the room for the guy, when my eyes found him I couldn't help but laughing. He was giving us a look, actually, it was more to Frank  I think. It was this, jealous, lustful I'm going to kill you look. His eyes were squinting and everything.
“Frank hold still,” I commanded, sitting up on my knees. I was now his height.  I turned and shoot Gee a grin, or something like a sneer.
It was on.
I leaned in and place my lips on Franks cheek.
“What are you doing?” He hissed.
I couldn't help but smile, Gerard was going insane. I pulled the kiss down to his neck, and stopped.
There was a large jolt as Gerard drove into our car, squirming to get inside, but Mikey was holding him back. 
“What do you think you were doing?” He yelled at me.
“Teasing you,” I smiled sweetly and nudged Frank to drive away.
He did, I couldn't stop smiling at Gerard, I had gotten to him.
Frank and myself came out of the bumper car war on top, meaning we won.
The next thing we did was the house of mirror's, which was a bonus for me, I could fix my eyeliner that had been washed off by the rain from the other night. I still hadn't gotten around to fixing it.
I ended up splitting up from the guys.
I wondered through the mirrors, looking for nothing in particular. I found my own little room where I took off my messenger bag and pulled out the eyeliner Mandy had thrown at me in Hot Topic.
I had only finished one eye when my walkie talkie went off in my bag.
I had completely forgotten about the thing, it was what I used to keep in touch with Jesse, Mandy and Stevo. Another reward from following the 5 finger rule.
“Yeah sup?” I called into it.
“Mellie!!”
It was Amanda.
“Mady!” I had the hugest smile across my face.
“How goes it with the boys?” She questioned.
“Pretty good.”
I could hear Jesse and Steven in the background. “Has he fucked you yet?”
This time it was teasing, so I laughed.
“Yeah its been good, but hell, I've been missing you guys. And I cant get away from the guys here to get high,” I chortled.
“Thats what we thought and thats why were calling you,” Mandy explained.
“Were going to this club tonight, Mandy knows the owner,” Jesse joined. “And he lets us smoke it in the club, he serves minors and were getting in free.”
“Up for it?”
“Hells yes!” I exclaimed.
“Where are you now?” It was Steven now.
“At that one amusement park, the one we went kicked out of.”I laughed.
Steven gasped. “So are we! Were going to come and find you, and then we can practice, I don't know about you, but I haven't danced for a long time.”
There was a click and I knew he had turned off his talkie. I was so happy to hear from my old family. It was like a burst of energy had hit me, I finished my last eye and ran into Gerard on my way out of the room I had found.
“Woah, whats with all the energy?” He demanded, helping me up. I though briefly of telling him about the club, but then though better of it.
“Just in a good mood?” I shrugged.
He nodded. “Oh I hope you don't mind, we all signed you up for the kissing booth.”
“WHAT!?!” I screamed. He said it so casually too.
“Take it easy.”
I laughed, nothing could ruin my mood now. “Sorry Gee.”
He nodded. The only reason he had signed me up was because he didn't get his kiss earlier. 

Gerard's POV
It was the perfect plan, you had to admit it. Now all I had to do was buy a ticket, and I would get my kiss.
She in an overly good mood, and I didn't know why, she was the type that was usually seen depressed.
I looked her over, it had never occurred to me before, she wore a ton of bracelets. Why?
“Hey why do you wear so many bracelets?” I asked, stepping a little closer. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.
“No r- reason.”
She was stumbling over her words, there had to be a reason.
“Want to take them off for me?”
She shook her head again, looking at the ground. “I better get to that booth,” She countered.
Damn she was good!
She stalked out, and I followed her, mouth shut.
I was driving myself insane over her, something I promised that I would never do. Not over a  person. I just wanted to help her, to kiss her. Anything.
Thats why my plan was fool proof. I bought my ticket and stood in line. Unfortunately I was last. All the other guys were in front of me, but I didn't want to cut. I stood there tapping my foot until it was my turn.

Normal POV
I could kill Gerard. Just kill him, I didn't care if I wanted to kiss him. I would kill him for making me kiss all these other guys first.
And all the band members had boughten a ticket too, no doubt to rub it in my face.
Kissing the guys wasn't bad, it was the nerdy guys that had never gotten a kiss before that sucked.
Gerard was last, he gave me one of those half grins before sitting down on the stool opposite me.
It was one of those booths that was viewable to the public, meaning we were on a little stage thing and everyone was lined up on the ground. The supervisor nodded at us and left to find the next kisser, seeings as Gee was my last.  
I turned to him and pressed my lips against his. They were so soft! And fuck, did it ever feel good to finally be kissing him.
A little to good, I immediately tilted my head, mashing our lips together, he caught on and joined, snaking his arms around my waist.
I ran a hand through his hair and pulled him closer, we were on the same stool now.
He found my lip ring and tugged on it, forcing me to open my mouth.
There were cat calls emerging from the audience as we went farther, his tounge in my mouth now, fighting for the top.
It was pretty hot, I must say, we were both good kissers and knew what we were doing. It was warm and his lap was comfy. He had his hands moving around me now, nothing I wasn't used to. The only thing that surprised me was how gentle he handled the opposite sex.
Someone cleared their throat. I reluctantly untangled myself from Gee and turned to see that it was the manager.
“Going a little far aren't we?”
I blushed and grabbed Gee's hand pulling him off the stage – like booth. We met up with the other guys in the little crowd that had formed.
Gerard and myself; we were both acting like little kids that had done something bad, looking at our feet and shrugging.
We went to get cotton candy and this went away. Gee seemed proud, if anything, holding me while we stood there eating cotton candy. The guys just smirked. There was music playing, and it made a change that I couldn't refuse.
My home skillet had said I needed dance practice anyways. I was rusty as I soon found out.
The song; The Disco Club, by the black eyed peas, a great dance song.
I wasn't one for hip hop, but I liked it when I wanted to move. My music was more of the metal – screamo type.
I turned into Gerard and grinned.
“Wha?” He questioned.
I started to dance. Or the better way to put it was; rubbing my ass against him, like Britney or Christina did.
As I got more into it I moved my shoulders, and set my cotton candy down.
Obviously Gerard had never been to a club, he didn't know where to put his hands and his body didn't flow with mine. I just made him blush.
I heard a cheer, all to recognize able. “Shake that ass bitch!”  
It was Steven. He came up to us, separating me a Gee. If anything he knew how to dance, he was the one that had taught me.
Our bodies were one as we moved to the music, his hands roaming all over my stomach.

Yeah, I’m trying to party on out
Step to the disco tech, work it out
Let’s go an' git and this party started now
Parties and getting naughty is what I’m all about
So many girlies in the house
With banging ass bodies and party ass mouths
After the club we’re going straight to my house
[I got to, go to] Gotta get you on my couch
I rock steady, no doubt
You ask for some of us, so I had to turn you out
Don’t give me drama baby, baby don’t pout
I don’t want a baby, momma, don’t want a spouse

Each time the bass would kick in we would sway a different direction. Our clothes clung to our bodies dripping in sweat.
“Woah...” Frank murmured.
“Yeah, its like..” Mikey started, not knowing how to finish his sentence.
“Sex on pavement with clothes on,” Frank finished.
We started pulling in opposite directions, giving the dance the wave effect.
Steven looked up, spotting Gee. Gerard was giving him the same look as he had given Frankie.
But this time he was more pissed, this wasn't with one of his friends. Steven nodded and smiled, running his hands down my front.
To no surprise we had an audience, people were cheering and murmuring. I could even hear people asking if that was the girl from the kissing booth.

The song faded out and we stopped dancing. Both of us panting for air, I greeted my old friends.
Amanda had her arms out stretched, so I flung myself into them.
She lifted me up and carried me to the nearest table, letting me rest in her lap. We were close, like sisters....or something.
Steven brought me a drink, and sat down beside us.
“Excited for tonight?” He asked, shoving it into my hands.  
“You know it,” I replied. “How did you pay for this?”
He shrugged. “I have my ways.”
By now everyone was sitting down.
“That was amazing!” Frank chanted. Everyone else nodded. Except Gerard, he was still giving Steven the death glare.
And Steven was gloating. I was only too happy to see the Jerk. “We can do it again.” He sneered. He knew Gerard hated it.
Gee snorted.”No need we saw you the first time.”
“We can ballroom dance too, like how they moved on Take The Lead.” He added. “We were in one of those classes, back in high school.”
I could see Gerard imagining us dancing like that, so sensually. He scrunched up his face, and shook his head.
There was a silence as the two guys battled it through looks.
Gerard grabbed my hand and pulled me out of Mandy's arms. He lead me behind the drink stand where Steven had bought drinks.
“What are you doing? All on him like that?” He demanded.
I shot him a look. “Its not like you asked me out! You don't own me, you've got something in common with Steven over there.”
I had hit him hard.
“Alright, I'm sorry,” He apologized. “But I don't want him to do anything to you.”
“Oh common Gerard, have you seen the life I was living, its not like I was innocent or anything.”
“That doesn't mean you have to sell yourself!”
 I laughed, seeing it for the second time that day. “Your just jealous I wasn't dancing with you.”
He went red, and sighed. “Maybe just a little.”

Title: Over All The Black Roses
Author: Chiruseyu (o0theverythinggoddess, xxChels)
Disclaimer: Okay, so I dont own the guys of MCR, although I wish I did. If I did I would probally have them locked up in a closet or something cause i'm freaky like that. But I do own a rock named Bob. I dont feed him.
Rating: Mature (language, gore)
Chapter: Four
It only took a few seconds for the whole scenario to click. Once it did Gerard was down at the scene in seconds. Still with a million or so questions buzzing around in his head.
The crowd around her was thick, like walking through a brick wall. Arms outstretched he pushed his way through the crowd, even though he really didn't want to see what was happening in the center.
It wasn't a pretty picture. The poor girl was lying in a pool of her own blood. It was like a picture from some gruesome horror movie.
To spare the details, a fan had called the ambulance, leaving a dumbfounded band to stand there staring, hardly able to speak to the girl s's friends.
How could this happen?
It seemed as if the minutes edged to hours as they all stood there, avoiding faces.
Soon the silence was broke, and it was like a godsend.
Gerard had left the girl there, he didn't want to hurt her by moving her, best let the professionals do that.
Three of her friends piled in the back. The band, windswept, just stood there. Almost everyone around them were in tears, it was a surprise that they weren't.
“Should we finish playing?” Mikey was the first to speak, his voice was shaking.
Gee shook his head, his short black hair falling into his eyes. “It just wouldn't seem right.”
It would be as if they ignoring what happened, and they couldn't do that.
“We should follow the ambulance.”
And those were the words that, pretty much, changed the whole story.
“What?!”
Even though the whole band was supposed to be sad right now, Frank couldn't help but grin. He swung his white guitar around his body, it landing in the back, and started off at a run to the van.
Gerard followed leaving Mikey, Ray and Bob in a stunned surprise. The band was soon in the band with Bob at the wheel.
The ambulance was easy to follow. The sirens cut through the silence surrounding the concert area like a knife through butter.
The hospital was a murder scene in itself. There were already a bunch of cameras everywhere, press milling about like ants.
They learn that the girl was already in emergency, and that they could wait in the waiting room. Which they did, and for along time.
And when they finally got in too see the girl and her friends, they found the girl sleeping. Gerard's first instinct was to ask if she was alive, but refrained, not wanting to be rude.
These kids looked near his age actually. Well, okay, maybe not. They looked to be about 17 ish. Maybe.
He just didn't know what to say. The kids sort of just stared at him, to make it worse, it wasn't even a 'holy shit your famous' kind of stare, it was more like a 'I want to fucking kill you' stare.
The whole band felt like shit. To put it lightly.
The whole issue hadn't even sunk in yet, it was like watching a horror movie, or living a nightmare, which had probably been mentioned earlier.
In the next couple hours Mikey learned the girls name. It was Allison, or Allie, as her friends called her.
And her friends name was Cass.
Allie wouldn't wake up for a long time, so the band was forced to talk to Cass.
“You don't know how sorry we are,” Gerard broke the silence.
Yeah it was the typical thing to say, but what else should he say?
“We really feel like shit,” Bob added.
“And so you are.” Cass shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal actually. The only thing that will be an issue is the money for the already successful surgery.”
“We can take care of it,” Gee offered.
Cass smiled slightly and nodded. “She kind of had a death wish anyways.”
“But that doesn't mean she has to die,” Ray replied.
“I know, but she always, back when we were dating, if she did it wouldn't matter.”
Dating? Gerard's eyes widened, what a thing to say when her friend was on the death bed. So they were lesbians. That was cool.
“Now shes straight though,” Cass grinned it was working were they ever falling for everything. Allie would be fine.

Everyone stayed at the hospital for the next little while. The girl woke up, a week later.
And the band greeted her with hugs, causing her to blush. They repeated their sorry's and she shrugged.
“Did you have a good time at least?” Frank questioned.
The black haired girl shook her head, “I'm not a fan.”
Of course that was a lie, and so was the lesbian thing, but Allie getting shot wasn't.
This made the guys feel horrid.
“Oh..” Frank mumbled, a little put of. That made everything ten times worse, she wasn't a fan, she didn't even want to be there and yet she got shot in the leg.
“Well we will come and stay with you, at your school thing, that Cass mentioned,” Gerard suggested.
Score!
Allie sighed. “You don't have too, but it would make things better.” She never though she would see the day when she would lie to My Chemical Romance, she pretty much worshiped them.
“Its settled then.”

In another week, Allie and everyone had piled into a van ready to go back to school.
And did she ever get stares as she walked on campus with MCR. There were even a few people that ran at them, asking for autographs.

Her room was the way she left it, and Cass and herself couldn't wait until the boys saw the walls, covered with pictures of them. Not fans eh?

There reactions were pretty typical too.
“What!” Bob yelled. “You said you wern't a fan!”
They were all fuming.

Title: Over All The Black Roses
Author: Chiruseyu (o0theverythinggoddess, xxChels)
Disclaimer: Okay, so I dont own the guys of MCR, although I wish I did. If I did I would probally have them locked up in a closet or something cause i'm freaky like that. But I do own a rock named Bob. I dont feed him.
Rating: Mature (language, gore)
Chapter: Three

Gerard Way flinched. He had stabbed himself in they eye with the eye pencil. Again. He was so bad at this, but that was expected, a lot of guys didn't wear makeup, and his hands were a lot larger than a girls.
Pushing the thought of himself as a girl out of his mind, he continued rimming his eyes in the black makeup; he had already applied the white mask, underneath.
“Your such a girl,” Frank scoffed, entering the bathroom. He took one look at Gee and couldn't help but laughing.
Gerard finished his makeup and leaned out of the mirror. “Its going to be a good show.”
Frankie nodded, running his hands over the cluttered counter in search of his own makeup bag.
Gerard dropped the eye pencil amidst the mess, and walked out of the room, leaving Frankie to the mirror. Their trailer was fairly small, not nearly enough room for five guys, Frank and Gerard could barely fit into the bathroom together, never mind alone. It was all they were allowed, they didn't get anything bigger because of the other bands. There were nearly 20 -30 more, it was a really big tour. All the trailers were squeezed into a little parking lot, forcing them to be small.
There were a couple more bands before MCR played, time for the band members to warm up. Everyone but Frank was sitting in the 'kitchen' around the table.
Ray looked up when Gerard entered. “Hear that they had to move the gates?”
Gerard shook his head taking a seat in between Mikey and Bob.
“There were too many people, its going to be a crazy show,” Ray replied, a grin spreading across his face.
“Why don't we go outside?” Bob suggested, it was stuffy in the trailer, and there was no room to move, the band was always pumped before a show, and they always needed room to move.
“Yeah, and then a flock of girls will automatically surround Gee,” Mikey laughed, it was true whenever they went outside, girls crowed the poor man. Some of them weren't even fans, they were only attracted to his looks.
Gerard shrugged, “I think I can handle it.” He felt his mouth mimic Ray's grin as he stood up. Pulling the door open he could see that there were a few hardcore, fans still waiting outside. The rest of the people watching Circle Takes The Square.
The band talked to the fans and took pictures and signed things. One girl even showed Gerard her art. But after ten or twenty minutes they were able to slip away to backstage, where they wouldn't be bothered.
“Think it'll go okay?” Frank asked, his eyes following Gee, who was jumping up and down, trying to get his heart rate up.
Mikey and Ray had their guitars out, randomly practicing chords. This was to no avail, almost every noise was drown out by Circle Takes The Square. Frank had to scream, just for Gee to hear.
Gee nodded. Their shows usually went well, and went down with a huge hit.

Allie was sober, which was a surprise. She wanted to remember the MCR concert, it was going to be the best one ever. Circle Takes The Square had just finished, it was almost time.
Ray came out first, followed by Bob, and Frank and then Mikey. No Gerard. Allie frowned where was he?
The rest of the band began to play. Allie immediately reconised the song as 'You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison.'
She was soon in fits of laughter as she heard a cheer coming from back stage. Gerard ran onto the stage, close to the ground reminding her oddly of a bat.
“Let me hear you say hey!”
All the kids in the audience let out a tremendous 'Hey!.'
“Alright,” He said into the microphone, it was easy to tell he was just getting started, there was anticipation in his voice. “Alright, I'm going to tell you all a story, cause its story time! Thats right.”
He paused. Waving his arms about.
“Once there was a mighty dragon spewing fire and hate all over the land. And once there was a handsome prince.”
There was a loud cheer from the girls at this part.
“With a big, looong, sliver, shiny sword and a big black horse, and he went into the layer of the dragon and he stuck his sword right into the belly of the beast! Stick your hands up!”
Everyone raised their hands. Allie was laughing and cheering with the rest of the kids, they could out power the band.
“Now make fire come out of 'em,” Everyone did the spirit fingers. “And the knight he turned to that dragon and you know what he said? He said; 'let me hear you say ho!”
HO!
He repeated this call a few times before actually getting into the song. Everyone was screaming the lyrics at him as if they hated him. Jumping and moshing to the music. It was intense. The next song they did was “This is the best day ever.” This is when Allie got pulled into the mosh. And as soon as she was pulled in she was knocked over, along with a few others. They got pulled back up, after a good trampling and continued to mosh.
“Hey, you guys down there!” Gerard yelled pointing down to the moshers. “Be careful kay? And if someone falls down, pick them the fuck back up!”
And he was soon into another song. They pretty much played all the songs. Allie and everyone else rocking out to all of them.
The power went out during headfirst for halos, they only had the drums, so Gee got the audience to sing it. It was really fun.
Just as the concert ended a loud bang cut through the gentle silence Gerard left behind. It made him spin around on the stage, to see where it came from.
It was a gun.
How had it gotten in? Security wasn't very good, someone probably just stuck it under their coat.
Had the bullet hit someone? Yes, she was laying on the ground surrounded by people, Gerard could barely see her.
Why would his fans do this when he told them to be careful?

Title: Over All The Black Roses
Author: Chiruseyu (o0theverythinggoddess, xxChels)
Disclaimer: Okay, so I dont own the guys of MCR, although I wish I did. If I did I would probally have them locked up in a closet or something cause i'm freaky like that. But I do own a rock named Bob. I dont feed him.
Rating: Mature (language, gore)
Chapter: Two

Allie wasn't sure when she had actually fallen asleep, but she was defiantly sure of when she was awoken.
Mainly because the line was finally moving and she had to grab her stuff. The line; It had doubled, no tripled in size and thickness, millions of people wanted into the tour. There were millions of bands playing, and MCR rocked them all. This would even be better than warped.
Allie could now see millions of people from her school, she was right, Friday classes didn't matter to the students. It would be a surprise not to see them there.
Once the line was moving the time went by more quickly. It was only a matter of minutes before the little group reached the ticket booth, mainly because they were around first in line.
And before they knew it they were walking back to the Academy, ticket in hand.
There was barely anyone there, guess where they all were? It made the seven of them laugh. They returned their condemned belongings back up to their dorm. The dorm was the second biggest room next to The Aude. It was where bands played, local an bigger labels. It was huge and circular, great to preform in, the seats lined the walls; all the way to the roof.
Allie, Cass and Will shared a room. Yes they shared a room with a teacher. Will's was originally right beside theirs but they decided to take out a wall to make it bigger, so they remodeled, making it the coolest, biggest dorm in the building.
It was completely black, with red trimmings. The bedspreads and blinds were red and so was all the furniture. It was basically their twisted Gothic version of a normal dorm room. And it rocked, but only because of the MCR posters lining the walls.
Allie sighed sitting herself down on her bunk bed, the top one. “THAT was fun.”
Cass nodded, she slept on the bottom, Will had a bed all to himself.
“But now I'm hungry,” Cass whined, she had a feeling the others were hungry as well.
Allie nodded. “Lets go eat, get your skates on.” Most of the kids attending this art academy had to use some form of wheels to get around the school, otherwise they would be walking all day. It was a HUGE school.
Allie jumped down from her bed, narrowly missing Cass, underneath her.
“Get mine too?”
She couldn't help but let a grin escape her, Cass was so lazy. She padded over to the closet, searching for the skate shoes, the closet was a mess. She soon emerged with two pairs. And they were ready to go; Will too.
The Caf was next to the Aude, all the buildings here; like the music building, art building, drama building, dance building and the writing building were all in a circle, that is, except for the dorms. They were outside of the circle.
The food was pretty good in the Caf.

Allie woke the next morning with a jolt. She was having the weirdest dream. She rolled over facing the wall, her daily routine. She had to check the calendar to see how many days were left. And two her surprise, there were none.
“Oh my god Cass! Get up!” She flopped off the side of her bed and onto the floor, creating a loud thud.
Another surprise; everyone was already awake.
“We know, its today, we get to see MCR today,” Will smiled. “We were thinking of getting you up.”
Allie let out a small squeak. There were about a million things going through her mind, the first was the fact that she was still in her bedtime clothes. It was time to get ready.
“Do hurry!,” Cass pushed, it was almost time to go, they had to walk to the gates, they were opening at ten and it was eight, and Allie generally took forever to get ready. Seeing Gerard and the other boys, uped the 'looking good' need.

It was a great shock to see Allie ready in less than half an hour. The black part of her hair long, flatened and hanging in her eyes, while the blonde and red part was short and spiked in the back. Perfect. And of course each teenager had on an MCR shirt. Allies was the Black one with the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge heart on it. Wills was the Skull - beret one and Cass' s was the red one with the bullets. Yet again perfect. Allie and Cass had no accessories on, they didn't want them lost or broke, because of course they would be moshing.
And now they were on their way to the concert.

Title: Over All The Black Roses
Author:Chiruseyu (o0theverythinggoddess, xxChels)
Disclaimer: Okay, so I dont own the guys of MCR, although I wish I did. If I did I would probally have them locked up in a closet or something cause i'm freaky like that. But I do own a rock named Bob. I dont feed him.
Rating: Mature (language, gore) 
Chapter: One

Allison heaved a sigh. She had been standing in line for nearly three hours. All for a silly little concert ticket. Standing in line was a long and drawn out process in her opion, only to be attempted when skipping classes; to make it fun. And that was what she was doing. It left her wondering if any of her classmates had noticed her absence.
“Alli!”
The girl in the line whipped around, causing her medium length, shaggy bowl cut hair to fall in front of her face. The black wisps shielding her vision. She was used to this though, it always hung low in her face. Not thinking to push her hair back, she groped around for the voice, coming in direct contact with a hand. The hand was that of her best friend; Cass or Cassandra. Everyone preferred Cass.
“You Whore!” she shrieked. “I cant believe you left a day early! And without me! Your Best friend.”
Allie laughed, Cass was mad, but at least she had given her a call. She did need a tent, and chairs. And maybe some food.
Cass grinned, pulling the over stuffed messenger bag off her shoulder. “Don't ever carry a tent all by yourself.”
The two were laughing now, unpacking the bag of supplies; which quincedently contained a small MP3 stereo. It was time to party.
Once the music was on; My Chemical Romance of course, and the tent set up, the girls were found resting in a couple of lawn chairs.
“Anyone notice I was gone?” Allie questioned, still head banging to the best fucking band in the world. Many people around her were doing the same; they were going to an MCR concert, it was going to be a good one too. Probably the best ever, and they were first in line, thanks to Allie.
“How could people not notice?” She answered with a question. “Your the crazy scene girl, everyone knows who you are.”
Allie blushed, not out of embarrassment, but out of the silliness of this statement, Cass was obviously exaggerating.
“Nope, your wrong.”
Cass shook her head. “More people are coming, and of course they are bringing drinks.”
“Cass! Not everyone in our silly little art academy likes MCR as much as us,” I shot her a grin, of course this was a lie. And, of course, there were other bands playing along with MCR.
Almost as if on cue, a large crowd of about five or six more people showed up, all walking over to where Allie and Cass were sitting, Smirnoff boxes in hand.
Allie knew each one. There was Will; he was actually a teacher. Twenty five years old. He was the cool kind though, the kind that bought drinks for his students. A top of this he was gorgeous. Defiantly not MCR gorgeous, but he was up there. He taught guitar, and subbed for some other classes; the ones he wasn't a student in. He was your typical rocker. Medium length hair, tight jeans, studded belt, and a band shirt. The only bit that didn't fit in were the overly huge black rimmed glasses adorning his face. He had always said he never would wear contacts.
To his right stood another girl, this one was a lot more 'goth – like' if you were to play into labels. She had long black curls that she always wore down. You would never see her in pants, it was always a frilly black dress, to match her blackened eyes. Her name was Vivica.
The other three were triplets, two girls and a boy. The boy had bleached blond hair, that he always spiked. It was more of a white than blond, or thats what most said; hence the nickname 'Vanilla Ice.' This boy had stretched ear lobes, they were very hot. Probably around size 4.
His sisters didn't look a thing like him, you would never be able to tell they were triplets. One had black and red hair, it was another bowl cut, mimicking Allie's. She wore the usual tight jeans, studded belt, and band shirt. So did the other girl. The first girl was Kris, the second; Sarah.
Will smiled, setting the box down in the middle of the group, the others all unfolding more chairs.
“Hey guys,” Cass licked her lips pulling open the box of booze. She passed a bottle to each person. “Ready to start the weekend early?”
Still grinning, Will nodded. “Hell yes.” He tilted his bottle inward, for a toast.

Night was coming. More people had joined the little group, they seemed to keep coming like an undamed flow of water. Most kids didn't mind missing Friday classes; the school was pretty laid back anyways.
The music was still blaring, with still no competition from other stereos. Everyone loved MCR.
Over half the kids had gotten tanked already, Allie being one of them. The others were passed out on the floor, lining the tent.
It was your typical party, except for the mosh. With barely any kids around it was hard to do this, but they managed.
And soon everyone was out, all collapsed on top of the useless, flattened tent.

So theres this boy. 

....And I fucking hate him.

People pretty much cant leave the house without being criticized about something. And thats what pisses me off about the world. And thats probally why I dress the way I do and try to make a statement. I dont want people to judge me by the way I look, sure I look like a freak but try to get to know me, maybe im a nice person?
Whateve.
I've been insanely moodswinging lately too. I dont know why.
On the bight side of things my sister from Texas, im starting to write to her more and not just chat with her over the computer. ITs pretty snazzy.
I went out to my dads over the weekend and babysat all weekened. Prettymuch.
I painted my littlebrothers nails and we went singing through allies. Hes my only friend out there. Again seen as a freak,
And I feed off hate. Its pretty snazzy.
Yeah Im rambling and shit.
I hope this post doesnt get fucked like the last one.

I'm surprised I havent updated in so long. nt updated in so long.

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Life has been odd. I found out something I probally shouldnt have found out, but i'll keep it secret. I'nt updated in so long.

Life has been odd. I found out something I probally shouldnt have found out, but i'll keep it secret. I'm kind of stuck in the middle of the whole thing. Unsure int updated in so long.

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Life has been odd. I found out something I probally shouldnt have found out, but i'll keep it secret. I'm kind of stuck in the middle of the whole thing. Unsure if I like one person. I know I like the other though. ANd its such a huge issue, its insane. nt updated in so long.

Life has been odd. I found out something I probally shouldnt have found out, but i'll keep it secret. I'm kind of stuck in the middle of the whole thing. Unsure if I like one person. I know I like the other though. ANd its such a huge issue, its insane.

nt updated in so long.

Life has been odd. I found out something I probally shouldnt have found out, but i'll keep it secret. I'm kind of stuck in the middle of the whole thing. Unsure if I like one person. I know I like the other though. ANd its such a huge issue, its insane.

People are also telling me what to do. You all know I dont like that.

Chelsey
Marilyn Manson
Gerard Way 
Pete Wentz
Jeffree Star
Ville Valo
Mikey Way
Frank Ireo
Billie Joe Armstrong
Johnny Depp
Daniel Radcliffe
Rupert Grint
Robert Patterson
Stanslav Ivanoski
Oliver and James Plelps
Brendon Ross
Patrick Stump
wiL
Bert McCraken
Zacky Vengance
Ewan McGregor
Haden Christianson
Sonny Moore
Chad Micheal Murray
Dane Cook
Jared Padilacki
Shane West
Jake Gyllinhaul

Melanie
Jensen Ackles
Billie Joe Armstrong
Chad Micheal Murray
Hayden Christianson
Paul Walker
Ryan Reynolds
Dane Cook
Seb Lebesve
Jared Padilacki
Gorgeous Face!!!!!!!!!
Shane West (In a walk to remember)
Jake Gillinhaul
Gerard Way (with short hair)
Matthew Thiessen

I'd just like to thank all the music out there. Without music I would drive myself off the wall.

The song Where'd You Go? By Fort Minor makes me cry. It makes me think of my relationship with my dad. How when he left, it was like he left for good. He sorta just faded out of my life. And we never talk, I used to think it didnt bother me, maybe it does.
Then the song changes its tune about how the person can stay away. Thats pretty much it. We both dont make an effort, yet sometimes I get these moments when Something reminds me of him, and I just cry.
Then theres times when I'm so mad at him.
But I love him. I have to face it.
Its so hard for me to talk to him. I dont know what to do. Were talking over emails. That has to be a start.

I'm fairly pissed off right now. I'm trying to work on that shitty CALM project and I need my printer. Well it doesnt work. This is because that dumbass guy took it and whiped everything off of it, including the drivers for my printers. And no one will help me fix it, they just say "Chelsey you cant install your printer?!?!?!"
Like i'm some sort of stupid fuck whos incapeable of shit all. It really pisses me off. And my mom told me to tell my aunt, but when I tell her it takes like a week to get something fixed, and I need it NOW.
I also recived another email from my dad, thats how we communicate now, its nice that I can now say whatever I want to him without any consecquences. Well now he has a church for me to try out. You all know my opion on religion. Its really fucked up.
That is all.

I just found out how much of a loser I really am. No really. I could tell you just about anything about Harry Potter and I spend the other half of my time that isn't watching or reading Harry Potter, on the computer or writing. I just finished watching G.O.F again, it was good, as usual. I think that if I were too audition for one of the HP movies I could pull off the acent.
I really liked G.O.F, the actors are really maturing, but of corse its no book.
Emily mentioned it was the last scene that made her cry all the time, I hear her there. I thinks its becasue of the irony when Harry brings back Cedric. They have the band playing that march, but we know that Cedric has died. Then Fleur sees whats happened and lets out that ear spliting scream, which stops the band and student by student sees, and rushes down. And Harry is crying and screaming then you have Cedrics father yelling 'son!' Its sad. Mike Newell pretty much made the 4th movie great.
I've got some robes, I made them, and I wear them places, like the mall and chapters. I belive Dasha ran into me once at the mall while I was in my robes. Haha.
So in other words Harry Potter = Great.
This weekend hes been okay I geuss, today, Saturday, I pretty much slept all day. And friday I hung out at the mall with a couple of friends and their friends, who I would very much like to get to know better, I felt a little odd, it was that whole, I know you and i've said a few words to you recignition, but then we never spoke.
Steven is giving me his MCR hoodie, you dont know how happy it makes me. MCR hoodies at culture craze are about 40 dollars and here I get one for free. *hugs Steven* Its a lot cooler than the ones at culture craze anyways.
Me and my dad have been talking over emails, its not that bad, its definatly better than not talking to him at all. My mom has been out all weekend which is kind of nice too, I have the house to myself. I also have a huge CALM project due, i still have tons to go on that. I figure I might watch some more HP tommorow and finish it.