Ohllo! I haven't posted for ages, so here you are. ~~ Review and such!

If anyone has been reading my BVB fic, it's gone on hiatus. Sorry! Go to Bruises Last For Days, Heroes Last Forever for details.

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"Jordan, Jordan, calm down!" I told my best friend, outside the school after my visit. "You have my number, you can Skype me, you can call me, and you can text me. And you won't forget Facebook. It will be okay, re-" I was cut off by her arms wrapping around me tightly.

"I-I'm just gonna miss you so much..." She whispered to me. "I love you, November. Sisters, forever?"
"Forever and always." I smiled, hugging her back. "You'll visit?"
"Most definitely!" Jordan eagerly said. "You have to tell me what happens every second of every day. Okay?"
"Of course! Good-bye, Jordan..."
"Bye, Hun. Have a good flight!" I backed away, letting Jordan nearly faint as each MCR member hugged her. I couldn't help but smile. We made our way back to the rental car, and I waved to all the others who stood outside for my departure. They returned the waves with smiles, and a few blew kisses. It just hit me these were all the people I grew up with, and knowing I'll probably never see them again. My eyes tearing up as I slid into the backseat with Mikey and Frank.
"So, you can tell me how to get to the airport, right?" Gee asked, looking at me from the rear view mirror.
"Yeah, I can. This gets to the highway, so just follow this road..."
"Alright... Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine…" I said with a sigh, "It's just... Everyone I grew up with. I moved here when I was two, I don't know what it's like to start anew..."
"You're awesome, you'll do great." Frank said, smiling.
"Alright…"

"So, we have an hour flight to Phoenix, an hour and a half layover... And then another flight to California for three hours?" I asked Gerard, as he pulled into the car rental at the airport.
"Yep..."
"Who's genius idea was that?" I said, incredulously.
"Frank!" Ray, Gerard, and Mikey replied in unison.
"Wow, thanks guys..." Frank rolled his eyes, "Throw me under the bus why don't you..." He got out, grabbing my two suitcases from the back. Mikey took one inside, and Ray the other, with Frank, Gee and I following behind.
"So where do we go?" Mikey asked, in the elevator from the basement parking.
"Follow the signs!" I said, pointing.

(~Time Skip~)

We were on our flight to California, about two hours in. Gerard sat in the aisle seat, and Mikey sat by the window, already snoring away since ten minutes after liftoff. I heard someone hissing my name, and I looked over at Frank across the aisle from us. "What?"
"Is Mikey asleep?"
"Yeah..."
"Yes! He's the heaviest sleeper ever. Draw on his face for me?" Frank asked, holding a black marker out for me to grab.
"What, no way!" I refused.
"Fine! I'll do it myself…" Frank got up and stretched across Gerard and I.
"Frank! Ugh, your knee is in my crotch..." Gee groaned, pushing Frank back.
"Novembeeeeer, pleaaaase?" Frank wiggled the marker at me, giving me the puppy dog eyes.
"Ohh... fine!" I snatched the marker from his hand, and turned to Mikey. I thought about what I should put, and finally decided on, "I'm a horny unicorn," across his forehead and a handlebar mustache across his upper lip. "How's that frank?"
"Brilliant! And noooooow..." He quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture, "As soon as we land, this is so going on Twitter..."
"So, Gee... Who are we meeting up with at the airport?" I asked him.
"Lindsey and Bandit... And I think Alicia. Wow... They haven't seen each other in four months and he's gonna come back looking like that..." He laughed, shaking his head.
"So I get to meet Bandit! Yay!"
"Yeah, well... She's your sister now... Well not yet. Lindsey and you both have to sign the papers but... still." He smiled.

"Sounds great." I replied, putting in my headphones for the last of the plane ride.

"Do you guys see her?" An excited Mikey asked for the millionth time.

"Calm down!" Gee rolled his eyes. "I think that maybe her up there."

"Yay! Guys, why are people staring at me?" Mikey asked, looking around.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mikey." Frank said, trying not to smile. "No one's staring." Mikey shrugged his shoulders, and then sped up to hug his wife. Before he had the chance to wrap his arms around her however, she took one look at his face and burst out laughing.

"What? What is it?" He asked, confused. As soon as she told him, he turned and glared at Frank. "You little..."
"It wasn't me!" Frank said, looking up at the angry man innocently. "I promise you it wasn't me. I was all the way in the other row, remember?"

"But… but then…" Mikey looked at Gee, an eyebrow raised. Gee held up his hands in defense it wasn't him. "Then who was it? No one else wa- wait…" He looked at me in disbelief. "You… you wouldn't…" I blushed, looking down in defeat. "How could you?" Mikey fake sniffled, hiding his face. "I KNEW PEOPLE WERE STARING. Is this permanent marker?!"

"I don't know it was Frank's marker!"

"I knew you had something to do with it, midget!" I was turned away from their bickering, and into the arms of a stranger.

"It's so great to meet you, November." Alicia smiled, hugging me. "We need to go shopping before you start school. Get you away from these annoying boys, yes?"

"Sounds good to me." I said, hugging the woman back. I did the same with Lindsey, who had Bandit in the stroller behind her. I kneeled down next to it, holding onto to the side with my hand. "Hey there Bandit." I said softly. The little girl giggled, taking my hand in hers.

"Aww! She likes you!" Gerard bent down to kiss his daughter. "C'mon we gotta go." He took Lindsey's hand, leading us out of the airport.

I glanced around my room, at the blank walls and black bedspread. "I thought maybe you could decide what to do with it when we got here." I heard Gerard's voice behind me. He stood with his shoulder against the doorframe, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, that'd be cool." I pulled my backpack onto the bed, pulling out the picture Disney picture and setting it on my desk. He walked forward to look at it.

"How old were you?" He asked, brushing the picture with his thumb.

"Ten. Don't you love my wild red curls?" I said, though I hated my curls with a burning passion. That's why I straightened it every day.

"They're beautiful. You look like little orphan Annie." I made an ugly grunt, shoving him. "I'm sorry, but it's true! That's your natural hair color?"

"Yep. It's darker in person, though I haven't had it in years. Mind if I take a walk before I start unpacking? Being in that airplane made me cramp up."

"Yeah, of course. There is a park a few blocks down, it's nice. Don't get in any strangers vans, unless they have the good candy, got it?"

"Got it." I smiled, and walked down the stairs and out the door. I took out my phone to call Jordan, until I realized it was seven o'clock there and she would be at soccer practice. I sighed, looking around. It was a nice neighborhood. The houses were spaced out a bit further than in Texas. The grass was certainly greener, but in that way that looks fake. It was a suburb, a family neighborhood with kids running down the street playing. I decided to find that park Gerard told me about. I wanted to get away from reality, so I shoved my headphones in my ears. Claude Debussy blasted through the buds, and I closed my eyes. Claude Debussy is the god of gods. I let the sounds of piano engulf my mind and melt away all the tension I was feeling. With my hands stuffed into the pockets of my jacket, I trudged toward the park slowly.

Three songs in and I realized I had reached my destination. The park was fairly large, with a pond in the corner furthest from me, and I spotted a nice place near the bank that was calling my name.