(A/N: Ok, so before we get started; in this chapter there will be some brief teasing. Let's just say it's not teasing as in sibling teasing, it has to do with, uh, arousal. That's all the hint I'm gonna give you.)

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(Gerard's Point of View)

Alina and I walked to Art class together, I kinda stayed closer to wall so that nobody thinks that we're walking to class together. I really don't want to be grounded to a pulp today. Especially, since we have band practice today after school.

We got to class and noticed that we still had a sub. Another day of free draw for us then.

Alina sat down in her seat and got started on her homework, I sat down in mine and took out my notebook and iPod. I started to play some Iron Maiden for inspiration while writing the new song for the band. It should take a couple of days at most and tonight at least.

(Time-skip to just after school)

(Still Gerard's Point of View)

School is finally over! I'm relieved. I gathered together all my things and went to my locker. When I got there, Alina was already at her locker, putting her things away.

"Hey, Alina," I smiled nervously as I walked up to my locker.

"Oh, hey," she beamed, I could feel yet another blush creep up on my face.

"So, um," I tried to think of something to say, "what are you doing this weekend?"

"I'm going back to Arizona tonight to see some family and family friends," she responded.

"No "friends"," I joked, while doing air quotes around 'friends'.

"No, I don't really have a lot of friends back home or even here for that matter. I feel like a lot of people just call me their friend because of Austin," she replied.

"Well, um, I'm your friend, right?" I asked, kinda nervous about what she'll say.

"Of course we are," she replied with a beam, "you're probably the only person that I can actually call a friend."

"Really?" I asked in utter shock and disbelief.

"Really," she turned away from me a little to put the rest of her stuff in her locker.

"Oh," I started, "my friends, my brother, and I have band practice today at my house. So, um, would you like to come over, maybe?" I asked with some nervousness, while avoiding eye-contact out; mostly out of shyness, but I was shaking on the inside at the thought of her telling her jackass boyfriend. He would pound me into the ground if he found out that I had just basically asked out his girlfriend!

"Sure," she answered, "why not?"

"When you do think you'll be able to get there?" I asked.

"I don't know, I don't know where you live," she pointed out, laughing.

"Oh, right!" I slapped myself on the forehead for being a dumbass. I took out a small piece of paper and pen from my locker and wrote down my address. "Here," I handed it to her.

"Thanks," she put the piece of paper in her pocket.

"So, when can you get to my house?" I asked, again.

"How does in 35 to 40 minutes sound?" she suggested.

"Great," I told her. Before I could say anything else, a very familiar voice stepped in. Oh, shit.

"Hey, whatcha doing here, faggot?" he asked me playfully, childishly, while wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Although I could tell that he was taunting me, I had no clue if she knew what he was actually saying to me.

"W-Well, you-you see, th-this is m-my lock-locker," I pointed at my locker, "a-and, a-and-" I was cut off by my own stuttering and I just felt like curling up in a ball and just fucking cry myself to death and/or piss my pants and run for my life. Needless to say, I felt fucking pathetic.

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(Austin's Point of View)

I was on my way to get my girl and take her home. When I was like 50 feet or so from her locker, I saw her and that emo-faggot, together!

I couldn't hear what they were saying but I saw him take something out of his locker and give it to her! I'm gonna fucking pound that douchebag!

"Hey, whatcha doing here, faggot?" I asked as I walked up and wrapped an arm around my girl's shoulders. I asked in a very child-like voice, so that my girl doesn't think I'm picking on him; I doubt this faggot is smart enough to figure it out anyway.

"W-Well, you-you see, th-this is m-my lock-locker," he pointed at the locker right next my girl's, "a-and, a-and-" I think he was at loss for words. He looked like he was about ready to piss himself!

"Austin, we have to go," I heard my girl's voice chime in, "I have a plane to catch in two hours."

"Let's go then," I told her.

She grabbed her backpack out of her locker, which I took, and we headed out to my car. That goth-fag was still standing there, just looking inside his locker.

"Bye, Gerard," she looked back at him with a smile.

I felt nothing but anger inside me but I kept it under control because of her, "Yeah, bye, Jared," I taunted in a girly voice.

Alina just rolled her eyes but said nothing. I smirked when I heard the familiar sound of a locker being punched.

I could also faintly heard a certain angry voice growl, "It's Gerard!" I snickered to myself. Alina didn't seem to really care much because she didn't ask about it.

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(Gerard's Point of View)

I hate that fucking asshole! I hate him! I repeatedly punched my locker over and over again in a fit of rage!

I punched it until my entire arm started hurting. My hand looked like raw meat. I hoped that the pain in my arm but go away before practice.

I grabbed my bag and slammed my locker shut. It was about 5 minutes after school had ended, I walked outside to the front of the school to wait with the guys.

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(Frank's Point of View)

School was finally over! I couldn't wait to hurry up and get to practice; I've been itching to play Pansy all week!

I went to my locker, grabbed my bag, and walked outside to the front of the school. On the way, I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket.

As soon as I got outside, I threw my backpack on the stairs and plopped down right next it. I took out a cigarette and my checkered lighter. I lit my cig and put away my lighter. We're not aloud to smoke on school grounds but, hey, I don't give a fucking shit!

"Hey, who's picking us up?" I asked no one in particular.

"Not sure," Gee answered.

My stomach started to hurt a little, so I placed my hand on it. I guess it still hasn't fully healed yet, go figure. That, or it could be the salad I had for lunch. I thought the lettuce looked a little brown.

I looked up when I saw someone standing there on the stair I was sitting on. It was Tommy Owens, the twin brother of Austin Owens. Tommy played a lot of sports like Austin but nobody really considered him to be jock. We all agreed that he was definitely the nicer of the two, probably because he doesn't pick on anyone and is a lot smarter than his brother.

"Hey, Iero," he smiled a little.

"What's up?" I asked like we were best buds.

"I heard what happened to you, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, man, I'm good," I told him, "My stomach still hurts a bit, but it could be from the salad I ate at lunch."

"That's a relief. I swear, he can't process anything in that thick skull of his," he started knocking on his head, imitating his brother's stupidity.

We all snickered at that, "He is pretty stupid."

"I'll make sure to beat him up tonight," he cracked his knuckles. Normally, when I see someone do that, I get nervous, but I knew that he was just joking around. Well, he was joking around with us at least, but whether or not he was being serious, I had no idea.

"Alright, thanks man," we fist bumped and he walked away.

As soon as he left, Gee's and Mikey's Dad showed up. He honked his car horn. I grabbed my bag and stood up. I put out my cig and walked over to the car along with the guys.

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(Gerard's Point of View)

My blood was still boiling from earlier but I had calmed down quite a bit since then. Frank walked outside just a couple minutes after me and lit a cancer stick as soon as he sat down. Right now, I'm trying to think of what songs to play when Alina shows up at our practice; if we even get to our own practice!

"Hey, who's picking us up?" I heard Frank ask nobody in particular.

"Not sure," I replied when no one answered.

Less than a minute later, Austin's twin brother, Tommy Owens, and Frank started talking. Tommy and I have P.E. together, I swear, he is the only one who doesn't make fun of me. He also doesn't believe in leaving people behind, so he usually goes back for anyone who falls down; i.e. me.

We all laughed when he started making fun of his brother's stupidity. They fist bumped and he left.

Mine and Mikey's Dad pulled up just after Tommy left. We all grabbed our bags and walked to the car. Frank stayed behind for a second to put out his cancer stick.

We all piled into my Dad's car. I sat in the front seat, Ray sat behind my Dad, Frank sat in the middle - because he was so short, and Mikey sat behind me. The car ride home was silent for the most part, aside from the music that was playing.

Dad lowered the volume on the car rodeo and asked, "So, how was school?"

I shrugged, "The same, I suppose."

"How's your stomach doin' Frank?" he asked, again.

"It's okay," he gave the so-so gesture.

"Ray, Frank, do you want me to drop you off at your houses or do you boys have your band practice today?" he asked them.

"We have practice today," Mikey responded for them, since they would most likely say the same thing.

"Alright, I have to go back to work after I drop you boys off," he told us.

"Ok," I replied, quietly.

About 5 minutes later, Dad pulled up in front of the house. We all grabbed our backpacks and got out of the car. Dad honked the car horn and Mikey and I waved as he drove away.

"Doesn't look like Bob is here yet," Ray pointed out, noticing that Bob's car wasn't in the driveway.

"Doesn't look like our Grandparents are here either," Mikey also pointed out, noticing that our Grandparents were gone because their cars were gone, too.

"Yeah…" Frank trailed off, not knowing what else to say, "Let's go inside." He quickly walked inside the house.

"Right behind you," I followed him into the house. Ray and Mikey followed soon after. I checked the time, oh shit; Alina's gonna be here soon,"Someone call Bob," I sounded a bit like an impatient jerk.

Mikey furrowed his eyebrows, "Geez, what's with you?"

"Nothing, I just wanna get band practice over with," I held back a shudder, still keeping my impatient voice.

Frank scoffed, "Since when? We could practice until three o'clock in the morning and you still wouldn't complain."

Just before I could say anything else, Bob walked into the house, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late, traffic was crazy."

"It's cool," Ray waved it off.

"Gee started acting like a complete and utter asshole," Frank ratted me out.

"What? What's wrong with you?" Bob asked, obviously disappointed in me.

"Ok, fine, I'll tell you. I-I did something stupid," I started, "Alina told me that she and her family are going outta town for a few days and I kinda told her about our practice and invited her over." I was a nervous wreck after I finished, I was petrified at what they'll say.

"You invited your crush, who has a jackass for a boyfriend, over to see us perform?" Frank asked sarcastically with a childish smile.

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(Alina's Point of View)

Austin dropped me off at home and I went straight up to my bedroom. I took out a suitcase from my closet and started packing. I packed clothes, toiletries, and a few things for Whip.

I checked the time and realized that if I want to see Gerard and his band practice, I better go now. I zipped up my suitcase and went downstairs.

"Mom, I'm going to step out for a little bit," I called out.

"Ok, just be back by four-thirty," she told me.

I walked out the door and walked in the direction of the street Gerard wrote down for me earlier. I found it in no time and searched for the house.

After about 5 minutes, I found the address written down on the piece of paper. I didn't hear any music, making me wonder if I went to the wrong place. I knocked on the door and Gerard opened the door.

"Hey, Alina," he smiled.

"Hey," I smiled back.

"We didn't start yet but the guys are setting up in the garage right now," he told me.

"Great, 'cause I have to get back, so that we don't miss our flight," I pointed my thumb behind me.

"Ok, we'll try not to waste too much of your time," he continued to smile. We heard a garage door open, "Oh, I guess that's my cue."

"Yeah, I'll just go around, I'm already outside anyway," I informed.

He nodded and closed the door. I went around the front of the house to right in front of the now open garage. Frank was holding a white guitar that read 'Pansy', Ray was holding a black guitar, Mikey was holding a bass guitar, and guy that I assumed was Bob was sitting behind a drum set. The only person missing was Gerard.

He came in through the door that connects the garage to the house. "Sorry, I had to take a quick swig of water," he explained sheepishly.

"You're good," I assured.

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(Gerard's Point of View)

I couldn't believe that she actually showed up! I must be dreaming! I took a drink from my glass of water, so that I didn't sound like Jon Bon Jovi without a microphone while singing.

I walked into the garage and awkwardly explained what kept them waiting, "Sorry, I had to take a quick swig of water."

"You're good," she assured.

I checked the microphone to be sure that it was plugged in. "Alina, are you ready to rock?!" I screamed into the microphone.

"Yeah!" she replied loudly, but not nearly as loud as me.

We played "Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For the Two of Us", "You Know Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison", and "It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish" for her.

After just three songs, I already felt like I was out of breath. Weird, normally I'm able to sing nearly a dozen songs before feeling tired.

"Wow, impressive," she smiled brightly as she clapped for us.

"Thanks," Frank gave her a thumbs-up, "Gerard wrote most of the lines himself." He winked at me, I flipped him off.

"Really? That's cool," she praised.

"Uh, thanks," I felt flushed again.

"I better get going," she pointed her thumb behind her.

"See you when get back," I waved as she left.

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(Frank's Point of View)

"Let's go inside and get a drink of water," Bob stood up and walked into the house.

"Right behind ya," we all followed him into the house.

"I can't believe someone actually likes our music," I stated with awe.

"Yeah," Bob plopped down onto the couch and took a swig from his water bottle.

"So, what should we do this weekend, besides practice?" Mikey asked.

"We could play D and D, read comics, and/or watch movies," Ray suggested.

"Ugh, I can't! I've got too much homework to do this weekend," Bob groaned.

"Homework fucking sucks!" I grumbled.

"Amen to that," Ray agreed.

I noticed Gee was just standing there in the kitchen with his head down. "Hey, Gee," I walked around the counter into the kitchen, "what's up with you?"

"Uh, nothing," he walked away from me. When he did, I could see a slight bulge in his pants. I smirked a little to myself.

"Hey, Gee, is that what I think it is in your pants?" I teased.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he covered his crotch with his hand.

"Dude, how did talking to her give you a boner?" Ray asked.

"Hey, bro, your cheeks are pink," Mikey teased.

"Way pink," I added, "they look like cotton candy."

I think we all expected him to respond somehow with a flimsy excuse. Instead, he ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and slammed his bedroom door shut.

"I think we may have gone a little too far," my eyes were widen with shock and guilt.

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(A/N: Ah man, took me forever to type! Sorry if it's bad, I really did my best. Anyway, Happy New Years Eve and Happy New Year!

I'll be starting a new story in the new year. I've already started writing it, I should be done with it pretty soon. It'll be a Batman story, I'm just not sure if it should be The Dark Knight Trilogy or the Arkham video game series.

Bye, everyone! See y'all in the new year!)