THIS IS VERY BRIEF SO DON'T COMPLAIN. IT'S TAKEN ME LIKE THREE MONTHS TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS WRITING. BUT MISGUIDED VAMPIRE, I FINALLY PUBLISHED AS A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
"Are we there yet?" I asked my uncle. I looked over at Frank, sitting in the driver's seat. I had no clue where he was taking me. He was just driving me through the desert in this dumb old "muscle car" as he called it. I was bored as hell, my feet were dangling out my window, my head resting in my uncle's lap. He said it was a "birthday surprise" for me. What kind of fifteen-year-old wants to drive through the desert for her birthday?
"Jemma, we're like two seconds away—you see the house right there? Sit up," he said. I looked over my feet and he was right. There was a house. But it looked more like the kind of house a person would get raped in than a house you'd be safe in. A rape house, more than a safe house. Well it's better than being with my parents. My dad always takes me to the sun, like oh my gods, it's not that amazing. You're god of the sun, big shit, like get over it. And then my mom doesn't even know how old I am! The goddess of wisdom doesn't know the age of her own daughter! She was planning a birthday party for a FIVE year old! And then Uncle Frank comes in.
"Hey, Athena, Apollo, would you mind if Jemma came to live with me for a while?" he asks them. Then my dad does a double take and my mom breathes a sigh of relief. My dad falls to Frankie's feet and hugs him. Ha, my parents wanted to get rid of me, wow.
"Frankie, is this the right place?" I asked nervously.
"Jem, I live here. I think I'd know," he laughed, getting out the car. I hung back a bit, sort of taking it in. I saw y uncle hug a man with blonde hair. I think it was Gerard. He did recently dye his hair blonde. And Mikey's hair wasn't all blonde. And Ray… You'd know Ray when you saw him. Gerard stuck his head out the doorway and the both looked out to the car. My uncle waved his arm, a signal for me to hurry the hell up. I finally decided to trudge to the house and accept my hug and forehead kiss from Gerard Way. I hadn't seen him in a long time and that was always my favorite part of visiting my uncle. Since I couldn't crush on Frank, I could crush on Gerard. The house was news to me, but my birthday surprise was even bigger news. The people I last expected to be there sat around a cake, a Black Parade cake, grinning from ear to ear. My cousins (the Olympian ones) and my sister Courtney, all of 'em sitting there for my birthday. Or so I thought.