I was half asleep when I heard my little brother, David padding along the hall.

"Can I scare her, mommy?" He whispered. My mom chuckled.

"No you can't. I don't want her screaming."

"Yeah like a baby…" He giggled, next thing I knew, my door flew open and there stood David with a huge grin on his face like he was the Cheshire cat! I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was 15 and I didn't feel any different. You don't when you get older do you?

"Happy Bufday!" David chirped. He couldn't say Birthday properly so he always came out with Bufday. I smiled and made an attempt and climbing down the ladders, half asleep.

"Hurry up and get dressed!" My mom smiled at me, took my brothers hand and took him to get him dressed.

I searched through my wardrobe for something to decent to wear for this 'thing' that was supposed to be happening and prayed that I was going to get some clothes as presents because I wasn't overly impressed with my choice of clothes. They were either way to casual or way too dressy. This was failing. Badly. In the end I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple vest top and pulled on my purple converse. Then I straightened my hair, gave it the slightly messy look and jogged downstairs. There my mom was, polishing the shelves like there was no tomorrow. I shook my head and sat down on the sofa as she turned around and smiled again before scurrying into the kitchen. My eyes followed her in confusion. Oh well. So she was acting slightly weird. This wasn't anything knew considering how the pervious few days had been. I pulled my phone from my pocket and switched it on to receive loads of birthday messages from my friends. The last to come through was the one from Courtney saying:

Happy Birthday Gerard Way's relative!

You Smell! Jokes, enjoy the day, let me know what you get! Hope you like what I got you!

I smiled and rolled my eyes. Seriously, why people say I look like Gerard Way, I will never understand. Thinking about that made me think about the concert when the guy actually spoke to me in fucking person! Jesus! Things like that don't happen to people like me! My fingers did a little dance over the keyboard before I replied with:

Thanks! You smell to! ;D Jokes! And I will, I look forward to opening yours!

I still don't see how I look like bloody Gerard Way though! If I hear that one more time I swear I'll…Don't matter! XD

"Presents!" My mom came back into the living room with a few present bags and the polish still in her hand. This was seriously going to annoy me. My face lit up and I began opening and unwrapping. From my mom, dad and brother I got an MCR laser hoodie, some designer boots which were ace! They had buckles up the legs and the best part of them was denim while the rest was leather. Across the buckles had some coloured studs. I also had some more clothes. Off other family members and other friends I had some money and from Courtney I had a Black Parade guitar pick necklace.

The morning flew by and I literally had to do a had more housework. Though my mom said it was for the best to come so I didn't moan since I didn't want to spoil my day. Whilst vacuuming I did rave to my iPod though! Later on in the afternoon, I got sent upstairs. Not that I knew why but I just went with the flow. As you do! I had a Green Day CD playing loudly when I swore I heard the front door close. Was dad home? He can't have been. He was at work. Sad times for me. Had mom gone out and left me on my own? She wouldn't do that on my birthday. Would she? Downstairs seemed scarily quiet. I paused my CD and stood at my bedroom doorway. Was this my surprise? I hoped so. I heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief to find my mom hadn't left me home alone. I don't mind being alone but I would've been pretty pissed off if she would've done that on my birthday though.

"Jemma! Fancy coming down now?" She called up the stairs.

"Yeah that would be nice!" I replied and laughed slightly before heading back downstairs. Halfway down, I stopped. Why could I hear a male voice? I didn't know what he was saying but there was a deep voice somewhere. He started to laugh and I swear my heart stopped for a split second. I pushed the door open slightly and squinted to see who was in the living room but all I could see was a mass of bright red hair and…..Red hair? Hold on a minute!

"You coming in or what?" The voice came again. It sounded like the same voice from the night before. The one that spoke to me! But it can't have been. Not him in my house! I was just getting my hopes up. I took a deep breath in and pushed the door open.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He cheered.

"HOLY FUCK!" I cried and span around, practically smacking my head against the door.

"Jemma!" My mom warned. She was never impressed when I swore but still, in a moment like that, it was necessary! There, sitting on the sofa was the GERARD WAY! He began to laugh at my unfortunate, almost accident.

"Enjoy the concert last night? The UK rocks man, I'm not kidding!" Gerard began but I couldn't even reply. "I know, I know. Like, Gerard Way doesn't just sit in my house like this!" He said in a mocking sort of tone and smiled cheekily. His hazel eyes smiling too.

"Are you taking the piss out of me?" I finally managed to ask. From the corner of my eye, I saw my mom frown at me cussing again and rolled my eyes.

"Me? Never! You coming to sit next to me or do I have to sit on my own?" He asked, patting the seat next to him. I struggled not to have a fangirl attack so managed to control an inner fangirl attack. Before I could speak again, the doorbell rang. "That'll be the others."

"The others are here? Are you serious! Am I dreaming? What the hell is happening?" I exclaimed, practically jumping out of my seat to look out of the window. Sure enough, a massive van was parked up outside. I thought I was going to faint. Gerard went and answered the door as my mom sat on the other sofa with a perfectly straight face. Soon enough, the other 3 guys just casually appeared through the door. After many more moments to trying not to spaz whilst saying hi and all that shizzle, frank sat on the floor and looked at Gerard.

"So, does she know about the whole uncle thing yet?"

All fell silent. Everyone looked around at each other. Gerard sat up straight and look at my mom.

"Should you tell her or should I tell her?" He asked.

No, this wasn't happening either. It can't have been. I looked at my mom and she nodded. Gerard turned to me.

"Well…"