AN: This is my first ever story, please go easy on me :) feel free to message me, but really... no flames, 'cos that's just not fair, I'd never flame anyone. I hope you enjoy this :)

Song Roberts.

Age: 29 (same as Mikey)

looks: tall, curvy in all the right places and not too thin, pale skin (so pale people call it porcelain white), goth, long black hair with silver streaks, straight and down to her hips. shining silver eyes.

Wearing: a black t-shirt over a long sleeve fishnet, long trousers: one leg punk tartan the other vertical black and white stripes. fingerless gloves. gothic makeup.

SS:

A knock on my door as i turn on the lights. Its two days to christmas and the guys (MCR) are going to the other side of the country. They're leaving tomorrow, 1 in the afternoon. They're coming 'round today to see me... And steal my DVDs but they think that I dont know that part.

Gerard (who I've known and loved my whole life) has been bothering me for the last month about what to get me for christmas. I want him to guess.

I open the door, smiling. Frankie was stood there with mistletoe and quickly kissed my cheek.

"Song, smelling sweet as ever," He smiles.

"Only you would smell me, Frankie," i laugh as he passes me and stops, staring at the tree.

"Hi, Bob." I laugh, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

Ray walks in next, pulling me into a hug which lifts me off the ground, "Hey, Sing-song!"

"Hey, Ray-ro!" I fluff his hair.

Mikey walks in smiling shyly, "Hey, Song..."

I grin and pull him into my arms, "Aw, Mikey! always so shy!" I let him go and he slinks away, laughing.

"Where's G?" I ask, looking through the empty doorway.

"He wasn't home when i left the house," Mikey admits.

Frankie's eyes are wide as i turn to the motley-in-any-other-place-than-here-group in my living room.

"Okay..." I sigh, "He'll just be late then..." I try to smile through my disappointment.

"Sing-song, i gotta go I... I left your present! I'll be back in a few!" Frank runs past me, through the open door and out the house, an echo of "Sorry!" trailing after him.

I close the door with a sigh, my smile almost completely gone by now.

Bob looks at me intensely, almost as if he's investigating my face, "Song, you..." he seems to stop himself then smiles at me, "You really put a lot of effort into this tree, huh? It's beautiful!"

I walk over to him and wraps a warm, caring arm around my shoulders, "I'm gonna miss you guys..." I whisper, a tear sliding down my cheek, "I'm gonna miss you like hell and two of you aren't even here!"

Suddenly the door bursts open and Frank's voice yells, "Honey I'm home! And lookie who I found attempting to roll and worm his way up the street!"

I walk to the door, wiping my eyes, although the tears are still falling.

A person is stood infront of me, badly wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper with a green and gold bow stuck on his forehead.

Those hazel eyes, though. I know them from hours of staring into them.

"G?" I whisper.

"Mmmrmmprh!" He tried to speak. Lifting a shaking hand I move some of the paper away from his mouth, taking care not to rip it.

"Come closer," he whispers, making me take a step towards him, "I noticed you made sure not to rip the paper. Closer." he whispers. I move forwards again and we're now just centimeters apart.

"Merry Christmas, Song." He kisses me.