I groan as I open my eyes, still leaning against Adam's chest, rubbing the back of my head. I hear the group laughing as they stand, rubbing the back of their heads as well. I begin to laugh and turn my attention to Adam, realizing his arms are still around me.

"So…" I laugh, "Do you guys want to have actual breakfast now?" Everyone nods, but Adam doesn't move.

"Adam…" I whisper, poking his face.

"What, yeah," His eyes snap open and I giggle. He looks down at me and his face turns bright red, realizing his current position. I roll my eyes and unconsciously kiss his cheek, slipping out of his grasp and pulling myself onto my feet. I find a spatula and ask Mak to get out some plates.

{Time Lapse}

I take the last bite of my pancakes and trudge over to the sink, rinsing off my plate.

"Okay," I say with my voice louder than usual to grab the guys' attention, "we have two options; record the next part of the Games or just chill for the entire day. Honestly, I just want to relax. But I'm putting it to a vote. Those in favor of recording?" No one raises their hands, "Relaxing?" Everyone's hands shoot up, even mine. I giggle and my thoughts trail off to the letter. "It involves your parents," My smile fades and I dart upstairs, throwing the door open to my room and kneeling next to my school bag. I dig through it and pull out the letter, staring at the message on the front, "You'll see…" I sit on my bed and flip the letter over, ripping the top to see what's inside. I take a shaky hand and slip the piece of paper out of the envelope. I only stare in horror at what I see; it's a photo. A photo of my parents' cold, lifeless corpses covered in blood, most seeping from the large gashes in their sides… and chests where their hearts would be. I feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes. My attention flickers to the message in the bottom right-hand corner: "They put up a fight, much like you would. I suggest you hide, not that it would make a difference. You wouldn't want your friends or Mak to end up like this, now would you? I'll find you, Jayce, and I'll make your life a living hell." I stand slowly, but my knees give out and I fall to the floor. I don't want to get up. I want to stay like this for the rest of my life. I hide my face in the crook of my arm and cry, still clutching the photo in my other hand.

I eventually run out of tears and the only thing escaping my throat are dry whimpers and soft groans. The door creaks open, but I don't move.

"Jayce," The person, who I quickly recognize as Jason, asks, "what…?" He trails off when he spots the photo in my hand and kneels down to look at it. He gasps and picks me up bridal style. I throw my arms around his neck and cry into his chest, silently pleading for this to be a joke. Jason sits on the bed with me still in his arms and I clutch his shirt as he pets my hair, trying to calm me down.

"I want my parents back…" I squeak and Jason wraps his arms around me, rocking back and forth. ( /watch?v=1G4isv_Fylg)

"Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo. Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo," Jason sings softly in an attempt to comfort me, "When she was just a girl she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach. So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise every time she closed her eyes. Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo. Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo." The door opens again and Ty, Mitch, and Jerome enter. Quickly realizing the situation, they join Jason without knowing what was wrong.

"When she was just a girl she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach and bullets catching her teeth." Mitch begins, sitting next to Jason on the bed.

"Life goes on, it gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly; every tear, a waterfall." Jerome continues, following Mitch's actions.

"In the night, the stormy night, she closed her eyes. In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly," Ty finishes, copying the two, and then they all sing together, "and dream of para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. She dreamed of para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh." The door opens once again and Adam steps across the threshold, knowing almost immediately what to do.

"La-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la." They sing all together.

Then Adam goes solo, "So lying underneath the stormy skies she said, 'Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. I know the sun must set to rise. This could be para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, could be para-para-paradise, whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. This could be para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, could be para-para-paradise, whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. This could be para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh."

I build up enough strength to sing the last few vocalized notes, "Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo..."

"What's going on?" My little sister asks from the doorway with Tyler next to her, both exchanging nervous glances. I look up at Jason and he reads the look in my eyes, releasing me and I turn to Mak. I pat the bed beside me, gesturing for her to sit. Taking shaky steps, she denies the spot next to me and hops onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning her head against my chest.

"I-I…" I whisper, my voice choked, "Mak, mom and dad, they… they're gone." She snaps her head up to look at me, her light blue eyes flooding with tears, and returns to her previous position, hiding her face in my chest as she cries. I turn to the guys and shoo them away in the nicest possible way I can. Before shutting the door, Adam gives me a sympathetic smile, which I return. I look down at my sister and an idea pops into my head. With her still clinging onto me, I shuffle on the bed so that I can reach my iPod. I search through the songs and find one. I click on it and sing along, returning to pet my sister's hair. ( /watch?v=-q9q6zl3WIs&index=1&list=PLrl0EN...) (Mak, Jayce, Both)

"When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, 'Son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?'" Mak looks up at me, teary-eyed, and smiles lightly, "He said 'Will you defeat them: your demons, and all the non-believers; the plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join The Black Parade.'" I help Mak to her feet and begin to circle her. She copies my actions, her hand in mine.

"When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, 'Son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?'" I drag my sister by both hands and begin to spin her in circles, stopping when it's my time to sing.

"Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me and other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets and when you're gone we want you all to know: we'll carry on; we'll carry on and though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on. We'll carry on and in my heart I can't contain it, the anthem won't explain it.

"A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams; your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back, let's shout it loud and clear. Defiant to the end we hear the call to carry on. We'll carry on and though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on. We'll carry on and though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches on."

"On and on we carry through the fears…"

"Ooh-oh-ohhhh."

"… Disappointed faces of your peers."

"Ooh oh ohhhh."

"Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all!"

"Do or die, you'll never make me because the world will never take my heart. Go and try, you'll never break me. We want it all, we wanna play this part. I won't explain or say I'm sorry. I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar; give a cheer for all the broken. Listen here, because it's who we are! I'm just a man, I'm not a hero! Just a boy, who had to sing this song, I'm just a man, I'm not a hero! I… Don't… Care!

"We'll carry on! We'll carry on and though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on! We'll carry on and though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches on!"

"Do or die, you'll never make me because the world will never take my heart. Go and try, you'll never break me! We want it all; we wanna play this part!"

"We'll carry on!"

"Do or die, you'll never make me…!"

"We'll carry on!"

"…because the world will never take my heart!"

"We'll carry on!"

"Go and try, you'll never break me! We want it all, we wanna play this part!"

"We'll carry on!" I fall back onto my bed, pulling Mak with me, and laugh. I can still feel tears streaming down my face, but I don't care. I settle down and sigh, opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling with a goofy smirk plastered on my face. I turn my head to Mak, gaining her attention.

"Be strong, okay? We can make it through this." I say and she nods her smile fading. I have to act fast. An idea pops into my head… again, "Hey Mak, you wanna play Truth or Dare with the guys? You know, to lighten the mood." The smile returns and she shoots up from the bed, nodding excitedly. I chuckle and throw myself off the bed as Mak dashes down the stairs, literally screaming my plan at the guys. I can only imagine their reaction. Adam's is kind of predictable…

"JASON, I'M STARTLED!" Knew it… I try to contain my laughter as I slide down the stair railing, seeing as I'm too lazy to walk. I cross my legs as I reach the bottom and place my hands in my lap.

"Is everything okay, guys?" I ask, laughter lacing my words, as I spot Adam hiding behind Jason and the others equipped with Nerf guns hiding behind the counter and couch.

"Jayce," Ty yells to me, "take cover! Your sister's gone insane!" I look to the middle of the room to see Mak jumping up and down energetically and squealing. I sigh, still smirking, and walk completely unprotected over to Ty. As I reach him, he pulls me down to sit next to him. His action doesn't turn out how he thought it would; instead of casually sitting down next to him, Ty pulling my arm results in me falling to the ground on my back, and, with his strong grip, Ty found himself on top of me. We both laugh awkwardly, feeling our faces heat up.

"I, uh…" Ty starts, "Yeah," He forces himself to sit back against the bottom of the couch and his face turns bright red. No doubt I look the same. I know I've had romantic moments with most of the guys in the past, but this seemed almost too romantic. We shake it off and go back to our little role-play… thing.

I peek over the top of the couch and stare at Mak, making sure my eyes and top of my head are the only parts of me visible to her. I sink back down and turn to Ty, smirking.

"I got dis." I state and return to my previous position, ready to tackle Mak, but… Ding dong!

"F**k!" I yell, annoyed, and storm over to the door, swinging it open. I instantly regret doing so.

"Hey baby," Mason greets, leaning with one arm against the doorway. How. The. Hell. Did. He. Find. My. House? I groan and go to slam the door, but Mason blocks it with his foot.

"What's the matter?" He coos, "Don't you wanna see me?"

"Frankly, no!" I retort.

"But don't you love me?"

"No."

"Aw, come on, sweetheart…"

"Piss off! I'm not your girlfriend, dumba**!"

"But-."

"Someone get me a Nerf gun!" I hold my hand out to the side and, surprisingly, my sword is thrown into it. I stare down at it in awe for a second before pointing it at Mason's neck, "Even better. Now go the f**k away! I don't like you and I never will if you keep acting like this! Not even as a friend! I've already had enough bullsh*t today without you here!"

"Well, then let me help-."

"Leave…" I command through gritted teeth.

"Why don't you-?"

"I already have a love life. Now leave." Acid laces my words as I bark them at Mason, who stands up straight and takes on a look of absolute disgust.

"Fine," he says, throwing his hands into the air, "you're a b*tch anyway." It stings, but I don't care. As long as he's not flirting with me anymore, I'm happy. I'm about to slam the door when I notice a rock on the porch. Hmmm… I pick it up and toss it at Mason's head as he's walking away. It bounces off the back of his head and he spins around, rubbing the back of his head. I give him a cocky smirk and slam the door, locking it right after. I turn around, seeing the guys staring in awe.

"What?" I question.

"Y-You already h-have a-a love life?" Adam stutters, looking heartbroken. It's really a lie, though, and he didn't know it.

"I had to say something to get him to leave," I answer, trying to hide my slight blush, and slowly smirking as I realize I can toy with him about this.

"Why would you care?" I ask playfully, walking up to him.

"W-Well, I-I just… you… he… sh*t." I raise my eyebrow, still smiling.

"Well…?" Adam's face turns bright red as he realizes I'm inches from his face. (We're pretty much the same height, so… yeah.)

"I-I, uh… Y-You're like a younger sister to me and… I-I was just curious…"

"Uh huh, anyway," I say, turning to the rest of the group, "anyone want to watch a movie? I've got tons."

{Time Lapse brought to you by the sake of time lapses}

We settle down on the couch. Well, the guys do and I've sent Mak to bed. I'm currently kneeling in front of the DVD player, inserting the movie. We voted on horror, of course because we're that kind of people, so I found a really scary movie. I push the disc into the slot and run back over to the couch, throwing myself between Adam and the arm of the couch. I glance over to the arm chair and see Mitch leaning on Jerome's chest while Jerome has his arm around Mitch. I smile and nudge Adam, jerking my head lightly towards the arm chair. He chuckles and turns back to me.

"Merome, much?" He whispers and I nod, trying to keep my laughter contained.

"Jadam, much?" I turn and see Tyler smirking at me and Adam. That's when I realize Adam has his arm across the couch behind me.

"Oh, shut up, Tyler." I mutter, "And go to bed. You're too young to watch this with us. Go watch YouTube with Mak, since I presume that's what she's doing instead of sleeping." Tyler's eyes light up and he sprints upstairs. A pang of realization hits me; he could go tell Mak about the ship… Adam sighs behind me.

"Siblings," He mutters, "am I right?"

"Oh, yeah," I murmur back and Ty starts the movie.