He unlocked the door and let me in before himself, closing the door behind him. He looked at a note that was on the door. He read it and took it and threw it away. He wasn't angry so I don't think it was a big deal.

"My mom told me today that she was going to visit her sick uncle. She knows how much the bastard and I hate each other so she said I was sick too."

"Wow. Nice cover." He just gave a small half smile and took my hand. It looked like he was leading me to his room.

He opened the door and I smiled. It looked a lot like mine only there were two guitars on stands with amps and stuff. I put my purse on the floor near his door and went to examine them closer. The one that caught my attention was a white one with "Pansy" in shimmering, reflective letters.

"Yeah, that one's my favorite. I've had her since I was twelve."

"You named her Pansy?" I looked at him. He nodded. "That's awesome." He smiled and sat on his bed. I followed suit and he put his arm around my shoulder.

"Was your dad always a dick?"

"Well, yeah. Most of the time he was drunk, so I guess. I can't believe he blames me for them separating."

He shook his head. "It's like I said. He just wants to blame others for his mistakes. None of it's your fault. He's just an asshole that doesn't care about other people's feelings."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. We sat there in silence for a bit. That gave me time to think about something that's been on my mind lately. I know we've only known each other a week and have been dating a lot less than that, but I've kinda had this feeling that he's the one. To be honest, I really didn't love Lucas. He was a douchebag that asked me out because he's pretty much dated every other girl there. I said yes because I felt alone. I thought he would be the one to finally make my life better, but he only ended up making my life worse. I'm glad I'm rid of him. I'm sure Frank kicked his ass, so he's probably scared of him. At least I won't have to worry about him anymore.

"So," he said after the silence, "how're you holding up?"

"I'm better, I guess. At least I'm not there right now. Jim's probably on his way there." He just shook his head. "When I go back home, you can't visit me." He looked at me sideways. "He said that he would give the security guards your description." He shook his head again. He looked away.

"Hey, hey, I don't like it when you get mad," I said in my soothing voice. He looked at me with a smile.

"How do you do that?"

"I don't know. I think it's a gift." We looked at each other closer. We kissed and just relaxed in his bed.

After I don't know how long, we woke up. Huh, we must've fallen asleep. "Hey, what time is it?" he asked.

I looked at the desk clock. "It's a little after three." His eyes widened.

"Shit, I'm supposed to meet the guys for practice at 3:30."

"Oh, well, hurry and get ready. I'll just go back to the mansion."

"Are you sure? Do you want to come with me?"

"I can?"

"Of course. I'm not sure if any of the girls'll be there, but at least you can meet the guys."

"Sure, I'd love to go." We smiled and kissed. We got up and got ready. I hurriedly brushed my hair and fixed my makeup. He did the same. He put Pansy in her case and walked out the door, me behind him.

We walked outside and he put his stuff in his van. He jumped up to the driver's seat and I climbed up to the passenger's seat. He put the van in gear and drove off to their practice spot.

He pulled up to an average suburban house and put it in park. He got out and took his guitar. I was gonna open the door, but he did if for me and helped me down.

"Why thank you, good sir," I said with a smile as he helped me out. He smiled back and closed the door. We walked up to the house and he knocked. A woman in her late thirties or early forties opened the door.

"Well hello there, Frankie," she said.

"Hey, Mama Way."

"Everyone's in the basement. Go and enjoy yourselves." She looked at me.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Jamia Nestor," I said putting my hand out.

"What's with that hand business? Come here." She gave me a hug. Wow, what was it with everyone else's moms treating me like I'm their daughter? I felt some nostalgia set it again. She let go.

"She's my girlfriend," Frank told her.

"I'm so happy for you, Frankie. Well, I better get back to making dinner. Stay as long as you need to." We smiled and walked farther into the house to the basement.

When we were downstairs, there were four other guys prepping microphones and instruments. One had black short black hair. He was about average height, wearing all black, and had these really nice hazel eyes. Another was tuning a guitar; he had bushy brown hair that kinda looked like a fro. He was wearing a black shirt with regular jeans and low-top Converse. A guy was sitting at the drum kit. He had brown hair with brown eyes. He was wearing a Coheed and Cambria shirt with black skinny jeans and Vans. The last one I recognized as the guy that helped me up at the party. So he must be the bassist.

"'Sup, guys," Frankie said as he walked in.

"What's goin' on, Frankie?" the black-haired one said. I walked in and their attention all came on me.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend Jamia." They all nodded.

"Yeah, I think I helped you up at that party," the guy with glasses said.

"Yeah, thanks for that." We smiled.

"Jem, this is Gerard," the black-haired one smiled, "his little brother Mikey," the one with glasses nodded, "Ray," the bushy-haired guitarist gave me a two-finger salute, "and Matt," the drummer just nodded too. I smiled and waved.

Frank got set up as I went to sit down. When I was, I felt my phone buzzing. "Uh, I'll be right back." I got up and walked out of the basement back upstairs. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Is this Jamia Nestor?" He sounded he was like fourteen or something.

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Look, if I tell you, would you promise not to hang up?"

"Sure."

"Ok," he took a deep breath. "I'm Todd and I'm your brother."

A/N: The last few chapters are a little short. Just thought I'd warn you. Hope you guys are liking it :)