" Well, I think this was a great way to get along, Gerard and Peter!"Yep. The not so impossible had happened. We had been kicked out of Olive Garden, because of a food fight. That we caused... Yeah. Gerard was covered in a mixture of salad, Fettuccine Alfredo, and... is that a Pepperochini on his shoulder? Yum! I snatched it of his shoulder and ate it. But back to the story: Pete said some very mean things about Gerard to me, in front of his face, and I applaud Gerard for not retaliating. For 20 minutes, Pete went on and on about him, when Gerard finally put a steaming bowl of soup down Pete's shirt.

Then, Pete reached for the huge thing of salad next to me, dressing included, and put the entire bowl on his head, with the bread stick sauce to go with it. No wonder the pepper tasted weird. Then, a couple of frat boys began to throw stuff as well. Including a big old plate of pasta at the side of my face. Gerard threw some silverware at them, then wrestled with Pete, while I just sat there under the table, eating my salad. The owner of the restaurant asked us all to leave, and here we are, sitting in an angry silence. " You two are both older than me, yet I'm the only one who acted maturely in this situation!" " But Princess-" " Don't you Princess me!" " But-" " Nope!" Another long string of silence filled the Escalade before Gerard started pulling salad out of my hair and off my neck. " I'm sorry Alice-Bear..." He muttered. Well, at least someone apologized. " You're forgiven Gerard." I accepted and gave him a huge hug. Pete just stayed over on the other side and pouted. " Don't you have something to say to Pete, Gerard?" He heaved a sigh and muttered an apology. " And Pete?" " I'm sorry Princess...and Gerard." " Good. Now shake hands." They both shook hands and wiped their hand on their pants. " Good! Now everything is resolved. No more fighting from the both of you, got it?" " Yeah." " Mh-Hmm."

" Good! Now lets go to my house!" " Where do you live?" " Wilmette." " Wilmette?!" " Yeah." " Wow, my old hometown, awesome!" " Hmmm." Gerard just sat next to me, still sulky. My phone buzzed as I got a new text message from Rosa. " Girl, wth? R u coming home with us?" " Oh god." I muttered. I hurridly typed back my reply and shut of my phone. Suddenly, my sleepiness I've been putting off from the concert overtook me and I fell asleep on Gerards shoulder. But not before I was woken up by Gerard. " Ally-Girl, we need your address." " Oh... 2816 52nd street... just go off exit 74..." I fell asleep again. Why did I take those sleeping pills?

Around 6 hours later...

Whoa, turn off the light! Wait, the text message from Rosa, the food fight, I had to laugh at that, but it came out quietly. I heard hushed voices and doors opening. Then another voice I hadn't heard in a long time. My mothers voice. " AH! Who are you, and why is my child in your arms?!" " Who the fuck are you lady?" Pete asked. " I am her Mother!" " Alice doesn't have a Mother!" Jacky! " Get away from her you old Bitch!" and Marys 'innocence' strikes again! I could hear Nicholas, Norah, and Rosa get out of the van, yelling at my Mother or they'll call the police. " Go away you skank..." I mutered. Whenever I fall asleep, I can't speak fully or even open my eyes, so now I felt hung-over. But lucky for me, I had nosy neighbors. They must have called the police by now! Indeed they did, the sirens interrupted my sleep, and also my Mothers screeching voice. " Geez, you have one messed up family Nick." " She's not my family anymore, remember? My Mom disowned her, duh!"

" God Ally-Girl, you have a messed up family... Hey Pete, open the door man." I heard the sound of the car door opening, with that light flashing in my eyes again, when I was picked up in someones arms, then a few words were exchanged. " You wanna stay here with her?" " I'm not doing nothin tomorrow. Why? You doing something?" " I've got a sound check at 3, so I can stay, the check isn't that far." " Fine, if you absolutely have to stay..." " Well, I'm not leaving her alone here with you!" " What makes you think you're better than me?!" "Never said that! Why so paranoid?" I just want to sleep peacefully! Shut up! " Stop." I groaned. " Now look what you did!" Pete whispered quietly. I raised both of my hands and aimed for anywhere I could hit. For Pete, the chest, for Gerard, the neck. Gerard walked up the steps and to my bedroom, while Pete sat on the beanbag chair in my room. " Whoa, shes a metal junkie!" Gerard whispered. " Look at all the Poison posters!" Geez, I really need to fall asleep. So I did.

The next morning! Sunday, I think.

" Mehhh..." It was soooo warm! Delightful. Wait, isn't today Sunday? Oh man! I've gotta go to church. Fuck... Wait, what time is it? Oh, 11:30, I'm way late. Well, no point in going now, it ends in 30 minutes, and it takes 25 to get there. Wait a minute, when did I have 2 life-size teddy-bears?! I saw Rosa sleeping on the floor next to my computer, with Jack, Nick, Mary and Norah surrounding her. " Rosa!" I whispered. " Rosabelle!" " Hmm?" she groaned as she got up. " Help me!" I yell/whispered. Rosa covered her ears, signaling me to do the same as she yelled, " OH MY FUCKING GOD, GERARD WAY AND PETE WENTZ HAD A THREE-WAY WITH OUR ALICE!!" Nick and Jack jumped up, in their wrinkled concert clothes, and stumbled over everyone, tumbling out the door, trying to find the butcher knife right by the Oreos. Why by the Oreos? I have no fucking clue. Pete jumped up off the bed and the first word and looked around the room, while Gerard just got up normally. " Morning." He muttered as chaos flew around the room. " You still smell like breadsticks." Gerard said as he sniffed my hair that somehow got on his face. " Did I already apologize for that?" " Yes you did." " Well, I'm sorry anyway." " I know."

Gerard slid up from under the covers and slowly climbed over me, 'accidently' kicking Pete in the back. " Can you guys knock it off for one day?! I'm gonna take a shower, so I don't want the house to be covered in blood when I get out." I grabbed a towel and sandals, just so I don't get dirt on my feet, and headed to the shower. Why is it Hot Water always calms people down? That and Strawberry and Champagne shampoo, with chocolate scented body wash, I don't see how you could be jittered. Geez, wonder what happened to make them hate each other so much? Oh, who cares, this shampoo is soooo tingly! After about 30 minutes, I stepped out of the shower and checked for blood, yelling, or any other sides of violence in my house before I stepped back into my room.

Actually, it seemed way too quiet..... hmmmmmmm. " Rosa? Mary? Norah? Jack? Nick? Oh God..... Pete? Gerard?" " Hello Alice." A voice said behind me. " Oh God..." I said quivery. I slowly turned around, but before I could, I already knew who it was in my room. Damon. You can smell him a mile away, he never bathes. " Pete....... Gerard." " They can't help you now Alice...." Damon reached for something in his jacket, I took a deep breath...... and screamed the crap out of me. I screamed and screamed, until I was out of breath, and then some. I remember Damon flying out the window, me swooning, and not hitting the floor, but somebody's arms.

Normal p.o.v, everyones except Alices'

" What the Hell?!" Jack yelled as Pete carried Alice down the stairs. " Some sicko was in her room!" Gerard had left early for his sound check, because of the technical complications that always happen during a check,leaving Pete the only star in the house. " He's not still there, is he?!" Mary screeched. " No, he got out the window." " Well, Nick left to take Norah home, and is going home himself, then I've gotta go for Sunday dinner, and then Mary's coming with me, to take Rosa home from my house, soooooo.... who will stay with Alice?" " I could stay with her until Gerard gets back." Mary suggested. Did they not trust Pete at all in this situation? I mean yeah, he didn't get along with the ever-so-famous Way, but that didn't mean he would kill Alice in revenge for stealing her heart! Maybe...... maybe, maybe, Gerard would end up not falling in love with her, but find someone else, leaving Pete to console her! No.... no, that would be leaving Alices' feelings out of consideration, thats not fair. What happens happens then.

" No........" Alice moaned. Panic rised in Petes' eyes, as it did for the others. Mary kept looking hesitantly at the clock, then back at Alice, when Pete spoke up. " If you guys have to go, you can go, I'll watch her." Alice began to squirm in Petes' arms, but the friends still agreed to leave. " Sorry Alice, but you know how my Dad is." Jack, Mary, and Rosa got up and walked out the door, driving off from the driveway.

Pete p.o.v

' Shes sooooo beautiful when she sleeps....' Pete thought as she breathed deeply, but softly, relieving Pete that she was still alive. " Poor baby." Pete muttered, stroking her flawless, porcelain cheek. Pete was so intent on that day in Starbucks on getting her backstage, that he never took any time to notice the things that make her beautiful. Her long full eyelashes, her perfect red lips, her big brown eyes, and the way her blush covered her cheeks perfectly. ' I swear, everyday, I will praise God for the creation of Starbucks!' But there was something about her when she wasn't smiling. She almost seemed sickly. She seemed like a person you would see waiting in the clinic at a hospital. Or one of the girls that went to the front desk to get their medicine.

" Mama....." she softly yelped. She had to be referring to her guardian, not this skank on the front porch. She had to be having a nightmare.

" Princess..." I let out. I felt so pitious towards her, she lives alone, obviously has some creepy stalker, and has band members fighting over her. The latter he could fix, but what of everything else? That could wait, the heater was off, and I didn't dare try to touch it, for fear of breaking it forever, so I took Alice upstairs to her room, when I realised she was still in a towel. Uh.... should I fress her or what? 'NO!' One side of my head screamed. 'IT WOULD BE WRONG!' But one side said, ' Do it! She'll freeze to Death, plus, you'll get to see what God would like to call, ' The Garden of Eden.''

Ew. My thoughts are Pervy. Well, maybe if he did, she would be either grateful, or pissed. Grateful,pissed,grateful,pissed...... Well, I hope that Patrcik can mop me off the floor, because I was going for the grateful side. I got out a...... Dammit. Incredibly....Lacy...thong. And a large t-shirt and pants for her, and did my very best not to wake her up. ( Yeah, I know its creepy, but this is my story.)

( Dodododooooo, gonna skip the dressing part.)

Phew! She never woke up. Damn, shes a heavy sleeper. I laid down next to her, finally noticing how very skinny she is as she scooted closer to me for the bodily warmth. Thank you God for Starbucks!

End o' chapter!