A.N...I dont own the My Chem boy sadly. But I do own the R2L boys so that makes me happy.

Lets start with introductions before the story shall we? Well my names Ashton Nico Green JR. I have bleached white and black streaked "emo cut" hair, purple eyes, am 5'9", have lean muscles, and, even though I'm TERIFIED of needles, have a tattoo of R.I.P with my moms name and her birth/death dates over my heart. I would tell you what happened cause its too painful to relive. Ill just tell you it happened 4 years ago when I was 15 and that I haven't talked since. In our band I play drums. I'm the kid in our group and I'm the "breakable" one, the quiet one. I really cant hurt a fly unless that fly really pisses me off.

Any ways, I'm in a band with 4 other people, two of them being my twin older brothers. They're eight years older than me, and are very protective of me. The oldest of the two by five minuets is Nico Lee Green (yes I'm named after him..kinda). He has black "emo" hair, green eyes, and is 6'4". Hes strong, as in he can lift me up off the ground 8 in. And I'm not light ether. He also has the tattoo I have its just on his back. He is the singer in our band. Hes really good! He's like the "strength" of our group. He doesn't really get bothered by anything and he keeps us together.

Kyle Ashton Green is my other brother. (Yes, also named after him..kinda, We're all named after my dad. I just happen to be junior) He has dark brown "skater" cut hair, green eyes, and is 6'3". Hes strong too, just not as strong as Nico. He has our tattoo placed on his neck. Don't

ask me why he put it there, I don't know. He also has his long time girlfriends name, Kristine, tattooed on his fingers (like Frank Iero's Halloween tattoo), a picture of mom and dad tattooed over his heart, and tattoo sleeves on his arms. Each has meaning, but he just has too many to tell you. Kyle plays bass in the band. He would be considered the sarcastic one. He has one liners to whatever you say and it usually makes you laugh so hard you pee your pants.

The other two in our band are Fuller Smith (no middle name) and Alex Gordon Hays (his mom is REALLY weird) Fuller is 2 years older than me. He's like my best friend and is more protective of me than my brothers. He has blond skater hair, blue eyes, and is 5'8. He doesn't have any tattoos cause, like me, he hates needles to the extent he wont have one stuck into his arm unless its needed. He plays the lead guitar and always rocks it out. He is the protective one in the band. Hes protective of everyone, just really protective of me.

Alex is the last person in the band. He is 5 years older that me and is really fiends with my brother, not so much me. He has bleach blond hair, dark brown eyes, and is 6' even. He has a tattoo of of a spider web and spider going off his elbow and that's it. He plays rhythm guitar, and back-up vocals. He would be the asshole of the group, except when he warms up to you, he shows you his niceness. I have only seen that around my brothers, not much me or Fuller. We still see the asshole.

Now...on with the story...

It started when I was 17. Exactly two years ago. I was in a band called REFUS3 2 L0SE (I still am but whatever.) We just signed a contract to Reprise Records a year before and now we were going on tour with absolutely no clue what we got our self's into. We just released our first album, Never Give Up, and it already sold 20 million copies in the U.S. 15 million in Europe. We were so exited when we heard the news that we got our own tour named 3/2/0 tour. Our tour manager said he got a HUGE band to tour with us called My Chemical Romance or something. They apparently let out a album last year that was what made the band big. The name was like Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge or whatever.

Well we had just gotten to our first show place, The Gothic theater in Denver, Colorado, and were really exited to meet MCR. We weren't supposed to be there for another hour, but we wanted to take a tour of the place. But to our surprise, the MCR tour bus was out back. Nico parked our shitty, little, beat-up Volkswagen T2 (A.K.A our home for the next how many months) and we all got out. I went to the trailer in the back and started getting out our band gear. I was doing this by myself 'cause everyone else seemed to preoccupied looking at MCR's tour bus. I had gotten our Fuller's guitar, guitar amp, his foot peddle, and his guitar stand. I had also started to get out Kyle's bass when I heard a door open behind me over by the others.

I looked back over my shoulder to see the band members of MCR come out of the bus. I was watching long enough to see the way 3 of the 4 members stop and stare at my friends like they just saw light again after a long time in darkness. The only one who didn't do that was a tall, skinny guy with glasses and a beanie. In fact, he looked at his friends, then looked at the ground like he was sad. I wouldn't admit this to any one for four weeks, but he was stunningly beautiful. I would have started drooling had I not turned back around yo keep working.

While I worked, I eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Hey, were REFUS3 2 L0SE. I'm Nico, this is my twin brother Kyle," I can just imagine him waiving," and these are Fuller and Alex." Nico introduced.

"We're My Chemical Romance. I'm Gerard, this is my brother Mikey, Ray, and Frank. Hey question. I thought there were five in your band., but all I see is four?" This "Gerard" asked.

"Oh, we do have five. Do you guys know were Ashton is?" Kyle asked.

"Yea. Hes over there unloading the trailer. Probably eavesdropping like the little brat he is." That was defiantly Alex.

"Hey dude chill, that's our brother your talking about. ASHTON! Come over here!" Nico yelled.

I stopped what I was doing and sighed. If they had waited just a while longer, I would have had the trailer unpacked. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my Jack Skellington hoody, and walked over with my head down. Fringe handing over my eyes. When I got there, I looked up and saw something I didn't expect from the sad,cute, glasses kid.

The sad, cute, glasses kid looked up, sniffed the air, and jerked his head towards me. At first I thought I did something wrong until I saw the look in his eyes. It was almost like adoration and love. He had a small smile on his face that, I admit, was very cute. The other members of MCR looked at him and started grinning. My band didn't seem to notice.

"So this is the fifth member of R2L, Ashton. He's me and Kyle's younger brother." Nico said.

"Well as we've said, I'm Gerard," The guy with a bulletproof vest on said,"this is Frank,"the short guy" Ray," Fro-guy," and my brother Mikey." AHHHH so that's who the cute glasses kid is. Mikey, I like that name.

I nodded at them then turned to Nico. He looked confused so I motioned with my head to the trailer and he looked as if he suddenly had a great idea. He turned to the My Chem guys and tried to tell them that we have to unload the trailer. But before he could even get half-way through the sentence, Alex had to talk up and ask if they could see the inside of the tour bus. They MCR guys immediately agreed and they all headed inside. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the trailer and started unpacking again. All I had to do was get my drums out and I was done.

By the time I had half my drums unloaded, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and see Mikey standing behind me He asked if he could help, and I nodded my head. It took us 5 painfully awkward minutes to get all my stuff out. I think he really wanted to talk the whole time, but he was shy or something. I guess he was sick of the silence or something, 'cause when I got him and myself a water bottle, he started talking.

"So what do you play in the band?" he questioned.

All I did was point at the drums. He nodded his head, and asked a bunch more questions. Luck for me that he only asked questions that I could easily answer, like 'Whats your favorite color', to which I pointed to my black drums, or like 'Where are you from', to which I pointed at our Colorado license plate on the trailer. But then he had to ask a really hard question.

"Why don't you talk ?" I couldn't answer that question without talking, but I cant talk.

Luckily Nico came out right as Mikey asked that question and went over to us. He put his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear if he wanted MCR to know my story 'cause we'll be on tour together for a long time. I didn't want them to know, because I was afraid they would shun me like so many others had, but he did have a good point. They would probably find out eventually. So I nodded my head.

Nico told Mikey he would tell everyone why I don't talk in the bus. Mikey nodded and we all went inside. When I got in, I went and sat on the couch in between Kyle and Fuller. They were the only ones I felt comfortable around when Nico was telling this story. Nico was leaned against the little counter, while Gerard and Frank were on the other couch, Ray sitting on the chair, and Mikey sitting by my feet.

"O.K. So we want to tell you this so you wont ask why Ashton doesn't talk," he looked around and the My Chem guys nodded, but all Alex did was snort," So it happened on 9/11. At the time we were living in New York. Our mom was having a "take your kid to work day" type thing, and she was gonna take all of us, except I had to study for collage and Kyle had to work. Ashton had plans, but didn't want to hurt mom's feelings, so he canceled them and went with mom to her work. Little did we know, the place that she worked at, was going to get bombed in little less than an hour from when they got there. At 8:46 am, the plane hit the north tower, the one they were in.

"They were on the 92nd floor, so they felt when the plane hit just 4 flights above. As soon as they felt it, they started running towards the stairs. They got to the 65th floor when the flood of people began. They ran as fast as they could in the crowd, and when they reached the 42nd floor, the firefighters found them. They directed people down and to go as fast as they could.

"They had barley mad it out of the tower when it fell at 10:02 am. They ducked int a close building with 30 other people and officers when the debris hit. 15 minutes later an ambulance showed up and found my mom, awake, under a giant piece of metal from the building. Ashton was a little worse for wear if you can believe that. He was unconscious, and had a piece of metal through his right arm, shards of glass and metal all throughout his body, and the worst was a huge shard of glass through his throat.

It was two hours before we got the call that mom and Ashton were at the hospital. And throughout the two hour wait, me, Kyle, Alex, and Fuller had the worst thoughts in our heads. 'Had our mom died?', or 'What are we going to do without mom?' and the worst was "Was our little brother dead?'. No one wants those thoughts running through their minds. By the time we got to the hospital, they told us that we had to wait because mom was in intensive care, and Ashton was in immediate surgery.

"We had to wait another 3 hours in the waiting room with crying families and T.V. Reporters trying to ask us questions. When they finally let us in, they only let us see mom, Ashton was still in surgery, we didn't want to know what happened. When I saw mom I about feinted. She didn't have her legs anymore, and her left arm was gone. The nurses said that she wouldn't live very long and so we should say our goodbyes. I walked in there with Kyle, tears in eyes and asked her what happened. That story I just told you is what she told me in that hospital. After that she told us that she loves me, Kyle, and Ashton so much and to tell Ashton none of this was his fault. She closed her eyes for the last time that moment. Me and Kyle spent hours crying over our lost mom.

"It was at about 9:30 pm when they let us see Ashton. He was still unconscious from the medicine, but he looked horrible. He had gauze wrapped around his head and neck, a neck brace, both his arms were in casts as well as his legs. He had gauze wrapped around his torso, and you could see the blood seeping through. We asked the doctor what happened to him, and he told us that Ashton broke his skull in 6 different places, a 12 inch shard of glass went through his throat and severed his vocal cord, so he would never talk again, his right arm had a 14 inch piece of metal in it, that cut the bone in two, his left arm was shattered in 7 places, he had multiple shards of stuff in his abdomen, and both of his legs were broken.

"We stayed there next to him every minute for 5 days. On the 6th day, he woke up. He looked at me, then Kyle, then his arms and back at me as if he was asking a question. I got it right away. He was asking if he would ever play drums again. I asked the doctor and he said 'Most likely not. He has a 1 in 100,000 chance of doing anything physical with his arms ever again.' Ashton having heard from Kyle that mom died was already tearing up, but when he heard that, he started gushing. His drums were his life. He cried for a good 30 minutes, but then got a look of determination in his eyes. He was going to play again. And true to his "words", he did. A year later all he had wrong with him was the mental scars and a few physical ones. Show them your scars Ashton." Nico finished

I sighed and stood up. I took off my jack hoody and they saw my Misfits shirt. The My Chem guys were all looking at me with sad, teary, pitying eyes, but when I took off my shirt, they all gasped, and the tears started. I looked at my chest. You could see many criss-crossing scars, some jagged, some smooth. On my right arm I had a very red (pink is too girly) scar that went from my shoulder to my elbow. On my neck (which I couldn't see unless I was staring at a mirror) was a scar going from my left ear diagonally down to touch my right collarbone.

I suddenly felt myself pressed against a chest and two strong arms wrapped around me. I looked up and saw Mikey with his eyes closed and his chin whimpering. For some reason I felt safe. I instantly hugged him back. I could feel the shocked eyes of my band mates on me, but shrugged them off. Of course they're gonna be shocked. I have just let my brothers and Fuller touch me, and would never, EVER, let a stranger touch me. But right now I didn't care, I felt safe for once, and I liked it. A good plus would be that I am in my newly found crushes arms.

A.N...SO tell me what you think...R&R