Hi guys *awkward wave* Well, ummm, this is my first story submission so I hope that anyone who takes the time to read it enjoys and if you do subscribe :)

Disclaimer: I've taken insperation from others, and obviously don't own Gerard or Mikey or Costa or HMV but I love them all so put them in :D

Many characters are based on people in my life so they're quite personal but, I hope you like it :)

(comment what song the lyric for the title came from and I'll shout out when the first person gets it)

Anyways, on with the story :D

*Ebony's POV*

I looked in my full length mirror, which was lent up against my bedroom wall and sighed. I'd just got out of a steamy, hot shower so I felt fresh and clean. My petite, 19 year old, frame gazed back at me. At only 5"6 and small built, but by no means skinny, my mid length and heavily layer hair, complete with heavy side bangs, floated over my shoulders after being freshly washed and straightened. The ebony dye brought out my large, deep brown eyes. I was getting ready for one of the most simple of outings, just into town to meet the usual crowd, but being the perfectionist I am, I had to look perfect. My eyes now rimmed with black pencil eyeliner and a fine line of metallic grey liquid liner to top my upper lash line, I applied my favourite lip balm and pursed my lips together. Whenever I did this, I imagined Gerard Way doing the same, like he often did. I glanced over at my painting of him that I was working on. His innocent eyes, striking red hair and those lips…

"Eb! Ebbie? Eb, Eb, Eb!" called out Bella.

She was becoming inpatient again and as usual, spoilt my daydream. This happened often when she would turn up at mine fully ready and I hadn't even got dressed yet! The weather had gone less humid (to my advantage) so picking an outfit would be easy. I teamed a black and white t-shirt with a grey, zip up hoodie and black skinnies with tears in the knees. Just how I like them. I threw on my tatty, ankle high, black converse shoes and grabbed my bag, swinging round the banister and down the stairs to meet a particularly hyper best mate.

"So, why the sudden excitement?" I asked. Wrong move…

Suddenly this barrage of random verbal crap flowed from her mouth, like some sort of cork had popped off of a champagne bottle. I picked out words such as "cliffs" and "fun" and "bus". I strung this together to mean we were catching a bus with everyone to go to the cliffs. Sometimes that girl is needs to come off the red bull for a while.

*Bella's POV*

Today's going to be amazing! We're both looking sexy as, and to top it off, the Way brothers are in town (little to Eb's knowledge). I had planned to go see them in HMV, where they were doing a meet and greet, and then we would go on to the cliffs as planned. I love the little surprises that we arranged.

I glanced over at Ebony who was pawing through my copy of the latest Kerrang! that I picked up on the way here, our favourite magazine. I saw the mighty Gerard Way with his wife Lyn-Z; looking like the happy couple we knew them as. Below was a picture of the gorgeous Bandit, looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, sat on her daddy's lap when she was a baby. Then I looked at Ebony's face, wiped with concern and worry.

"What's up?" I asked.

"They've split up, Lyn-Z and Gerard, a few months ago… They're both ok now but, Bandit is with her mother and…"

That's where she left the conversation. As she spoke her eyes didn't leave the article, darting back and forth, double reading what she has just read, she couldn't believe it as much as I couldn't.

She knew about growing up with parents that had split up. Her Mum had done the same a Lyn-Z, left with her. Her Dad stayed in touch with her. He also helped with paying to bring her up but, it wasn't the same. She didn't have that great of relationship with her Mum ever since. She couldn't fully forgive her Mum for causing the deep, hallowing sadness in her Dad's eyes as he took one final look into his home and at his beloved Ebony-Rose. Damn I'm getting all mushy.

On that dark note we decided to make a move, going to meet everyone at Costa Coffee.

*Ebony's POV*

As we walked in you couldn't mistake where, in the generally quiet café, our group was.

A chorus of Hi's and Sup's greeted us as we walked through the door, but over all of the noise and laughter, you could hear 'The Sharpest Lives' playing in the background. Mikey's bass playing with perfect rhythm, Ray's guitar hammering out the distortion that filled the track, but even over those totally perfect parts, Gerard's emotion filled voice flowed out, filling the song with the essence of music.

Passion.

I then came back to the real world. I had my best dude-friend, Kyle, clicking in front of my face. Clearly I had 'spaced out' longer than I intended. Yet again, looking like a freak. Ah well, all the people here knew me well enough to expect that. We didn't bother ordering coffee, but left and started heading down the town, then into a very busy HMV. As we stepped in the door and looked across the sea of killjoys, us being the last to be let in and right at the back, we saw the red hair of the one. The only…

*Gerard POV*

This is the first meet and greet that I can actually enjoy. Everything is sorted with Lyn-Z so I can get back to enjoying being in an epic band! We haven't filed the divorce; I just don't have the heart to think about breaking our family, Bandit's only 9 and doesn't understand fully. It's protecting her. The last few months have been hard but, I think we are both feeling a lot better about the future, though apart…

My dearest Michael, sat to my right was busy signing a Party Poison mask that he soon slid over towards me. I signed it, as I had about 50 others in the last couple of hours, and gave her a hug, as I had about 100 others in the last couple of hours, but I couldn't help but look up and across to see a rowdy group entering. Glancing up I saw two young ladies, rather hot young ladies and a quite tall lad. They all seemed about 20 years of age but the male member of the party didn't seem to fit in with the girls. He seemed more casual and less dark, where as the girls seemed very dark and mysterious.

It seemed like forever before they got to meet us. They were really bubbly and friendly.

"Heyyyy!" The smaller of the two girls said, almost like she was a bubbling over pan.

She stood at about 5'5, not much shorter than her friend and had a similar figure, but she was fuller chested and obviously knew this, wearing a much lower black vest-style top to compliment her red jeans. Her dainty glasses framed her heavily lined eyes and as she darted her view, taking in all the cd's that lined the walls, they sparkled pale blues and deep grays. I love looking at people's eyes; they can tell you so much about a person, especially with girls.

Don't get me wrong, she was awesome but her friend, talk about drop-dead-gorgeous! And when I say dead, I mean it. She had the most pure porcelain skin I have ever seen! Her eyes were her focal point though, without doubt. She had a lot less eyeliner surrounding them but they were as dark and as haunting as the night sky itself, but brown. The sort of eyes that stare into you, through your soul and out the back again, but reassuring and warm. With a perfect twinkle.

We chatted for quite a while. Discussing the new album and how I was but in all honesty, I wanted to know about her, her life, even just her name. I know I had just met her but something told me to delve deeper than this into her life. In the end, I man-ed up.

"Hey, that's enough about me. So, d'ya have a name, sweetheart?"

She blushed and turned her head, hiding that beautiful face behind her long, side swept bangs.

*Bella POV*

After chatting to Mikey for what seemed like forever, I looked across at Ebony to see her shying away. Egghh, do I have to do everything for that girl?

I grabbed a sharpie and one of the Party Poison masks that they were giving away, to get signed, and scribbled down:

Ebony-Rose 456-678-424 ;) Call Me

I slid it across the desk and pulled her away.

*Ebony POV*

I blushed and turned to see Bella scribbling in a frantic manor on a PP mask. Ah, giving Mikey her number eh? Fast work my friend, nice one! But then she finished and slid it over to Gerard. As she grabbed me I got a glimpse of what it said and saw my name, there, in her scribbled font.

Wait a moment…

SHE JUST GAVE GERARD WAY MY PHONE NUMBER!

*Gerard POV*

I looked down at the mask that was pushed in my direction, seeing a name and phone number. I wanted to ask whose it was but by the time I looked up, all I could see was her cringing, being grabbed by her mates and ran down the street, so it must be hers…

…Ebony-Rose…

Ooohhhh something going on here, or not, or mabye. I've got a epic plan for the future of this story so, please continue to read, comment, subscribe, review. Just tell me what you think as I update it :) (I will take improvement suggestions on)

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