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Amanda: READ PEOPLE!

June's POV

What a fucking poser! How could he even come close to saying he loves me, when he's behind my back doing things with Alice? Alice. The one person that I honestly trusted, other than Ivy, of course. But, she just turns her back on me! I slammed the door shut, hoping Andy's preicous face was right there, chasing after me. I fell back against the hotel wall, and slid down and curled up into a ball, crying into my knees. After a few seconds of yelling coming from inside the room, the door slammed open, and it pained my eyes to see Andy towering over me.

"June," he said gently. "I'm-"

"Save it," I snapped. "Haven't you caused me enough pain already?" I wiped my eyes and ran back into the hotel room. I ignored everyone staring, but most eyes were on Ivy and Gerard anyway, and slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

I heard him trying to pry the door open. "June, please! I can explain everything! Just, let me in."

I sucked in a deep, shaky breath. I opened the door two or three inches, just so he could see how miserable I probably look right now, just to make him feel bad. "What do you want?"

"To apologize, to expect a forgivness, to fall in love with you again. Juniper, please-"

The tears came back and I closed the door.

I heard Floyd making sure he heard himself right. Shit, right now I feel really bad for the kid. "Did you just say you're pregnant?"

Ivy responded with "Five months already. I'm surprised you guys didn't notice!"

"Yeah, we were going to tell you anyways." Gerard added in. I wish I could be out there right now. But I don't think I could handle seeing either of them right now.

Floyd's POV

I can't believe what I'm hearing. Gerard and Ivy both are wearing stupid grins, and everyone seems happy for them. Except for Alice and me. Alice always thought they took things too quickly. Everyone was talking right now, and it was a perfect time for me to escape.

I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. This is my frst time doing this, but I opened the medicine cabinet and took out a sharp razor. Now seems like a good time, because the one person I really love is knocked up and engaged to someone she's known for not even a year.

I gripped the razor and placed it on my skin, after a few seconds of concentration, I grew the balls to slide it across my skin. MOTHERFUCK. That fucking burns. Why do people do this to relieve themselves? Then I felt a surge throughout my body, as if I wanted to do it again, so I did, almost 10 more times. I should really stop, I thought. This isn't me. I'm better than this.

I took out a washcloth, dampened it, and cleaned off my bloody wrist. I threw it into the hamper and put my wristbands back on. Surprisingly as ever, I felt a bit better.

An hour later, Ivy's POV

"GERARDDDD!" I screamed. It's like, 10:30 already. I asked him a whole minute ago, where is my fucking ice cream sundae!

"Coming, hon!" He opened the door, and I saw a bowl in his hands. "Okay, so you wanted strawberry and mint chocolate chip ice cream with caramel, whipped cream, and Christmas-colored sprinkles?"

A huge smile grew on my face! "PERFECT!" I greedily grabbed at the bowl and started shoving it down my throat. "I hate this show." I flipped the channel to the Animal Planet, and commericals were about to start. One of those ASPCA commercials with the sad animals came on, and I started hysterically crying. "Gerard, why are those animals to neglected? WHY ARE PEOPLE SO INCONSIDERATE?"

Gerard closed his eyes and sighed. I think I'm annoying him. "Ivy, I don't know why those poor kitties and puppies are treated like that. Do you want me to donate to the ASP-"

"A THOUSAND DOLLARS!" I looked at him and his eyes bulged out.

"A thousand?" He unlocked his phone. "That's a little much, don't you think?"

"OBVIOUSLY NOT GERARD!" My eyes started tearing up again. "Think of the poor neglected animals!" I grasped his hands in mine. "Pleaseee?"

"Not a thousand, okay, sweetie, how about 250?" He wiped off my tears with his thumbs when I finally pulled apart.

"Sure. As long as we're doing it for a good cause. Speaking of animals, where's Gizmo?" I raised an eyebrow. "Here, kitty kitty! Here, Gizmo girl! I've got catnip!" She came trotting in, her pink studded collar's bell jingling lightly as she walked. "There's my girl." I smiled. Gerard did, too. She hopped up into the bed happily and snuggled between the lumps we were making from under the covers. I stroked her fur. She purred and rolled onto her back. I laughed. "She's so adorable!"

Gee nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But not as adorable as someone I know..." He poked my arm.

I looked over at him, and we kissed, but just a quick peck because Gizmo got up between us and meowed obnoxiously in our faces. I cracked up. "Are you hungry, baby? Do you want daddy to feed you?"

Gerard smirked and got out of bed. He filled up her bowl with food and water, and she started eating, satisfied. I passed out. I needed a nap, this baby's frigging exhausting me.

The next day, Gerard's POV

Everyone's up, and preparing for our concert. I didn't want to do it, I'm so tired. I'm like Ivy's own little servant now, I'm so glad theres only 4 months left until- yanno. I'm a dad. She's a mom. We're parents. I wonder what she's gonna wear, the bump might be a little obvious.

She joined us all in the living room where we waited, and she did a good job covering it up. She's got a leather vest on. She sat down next to me and I grabbed her hand. "What if you start feeling sick again?" I tried to look worried.

She shrugged her shoulders and she lifted the corner of one of her lips. "I don't know. I'm just gonna hope for the best. You should, too babe."

"It's kind of hard, since you've been sick for the past four days!"

She squeezed my hand. "I feel fine, Gerard, trust me. I wouldn't go if I didn't."

I sighed. "Okay, whatever. I trust you." She smiled, and we left for our concert.

At the concert, Ivy's POV

Okay. Deep breaths. Why am I so nervous? Oh right. I'm fucking pregnant and there's thousands of people threatening my life by the minute. That's a pretty good reason. Gerard started to sing, and I walked out on stage, singing perfectly in sync to Love With Lost Hopes. So far, so good. Until we reach the second chorus. I was bending over from screaming so hard, and threw up all over stage. Gross! That's fucking disgusting. I puked again. Shit. Why now, of all times? The music sopped, and Gerard pulled me up. I ran backstage, where the stage crew looked like they just saw a ghost- faces completely drained, pale all over, and shocked faces. "Guys, I'm fine-" I had to stop. I ran as fast as I could into the bathroom, and puked up our lunch. Dammit. I rested my elbows on the seat and rubbed my temples. This is worse than ever.

"Ivy? Ivy! are you alright!"

"GERARD! This is the ladies room!"

"I could give less of a fuck, I'm worried about you, not the bathroom."

I got sick again. "Babe, I wanna go to the-" *puke* "-hospital."

"Good idea. Do you think you can get into the limo alright?"

"Probably, but I think bringing a trash can or a bag or something might be a good idea."

"I'll go get one. You, wash your face and get a glass of water. I'll be RIGHT back." He went out the door.

I washed my face as he said, and walked out of the bathroom. Alice and June attacked me. "What the hell?" I rasped.

"What was that?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm not sure. I'm going to the hospital with Gerard though."

"Good luck!"

"Feel better!"

"Thanks girls." We all group hugged.

I got a bottled water and took small sips. My stomach grumbled. Not again! I took a deep breath and it slowly faded.

My beautiful Gerard came up to me on the couch backstage. "Do you wanna go?"

I nodded and slowly, painfully got up. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I held his hand. We climbed into the limo and I stared out the window nervously until we got there. Gerard did, too. The chauffer opened the door and Gerard helped me out. I looked at the huge hospital towering over us.

"Come on, baby." Gerard wrapped his arm around mine and we started walking.

We got escorted to a big hospital room and waited anxiously for the nurse to come in.

June's POV, at home

Andy flicked on the TV. Ugh, why in the hell would he turn TMZ on? Retard. I watched absently until I heard Alice, Andy, Ashley and June: Love Confusions? And Ivy and Gerard: Ivy PREGNANT? Then it showed pictures of Alice and Andy hooking up, and me from that night, crying outside the door and Andy trying to convince me it was an accident, and then best of all, a video clip of Ivy and Gerard walking into the hospital, and I turned up the volume.

"It's already been 5 months, they'll probably be able to give me an UltraSound and see if it's a boy or girl."

"Are you excited?"

"Well, it's gonna be a big responsibility. I'm a little more nervous than excited."

Andy flipped out. "Those fucking pricks! Are we ever not being spied on?"

Ashley was the most pissed out of everyone. He glared across the couch at Andy and Alice, who were sitting awkwardly close to each other, and then did the unexpected. He looked over and kissed me! I was somewhat hesitant. What the hell? Is Ashley coming onto me? Maybe I should kiss him back, to make Andy jealous. But I really do love Andy. But I saw what he did with Alice. I kissed him back. He put his fingers through my hair, and I rubbed his thighs, and he slipped me his tongue. I smiled small-y and put one of my hands on his cheek.

"Get the fuck off her!" Andy jumped ninja-style over the coffee table, and tackled Ashley to the ground.

Alice and I just looked at each other, jaws dropped and eyes bulging.

"Holy shit!" Gerard's voice?

"What have we missed!" Ivy shouted.

They stood at the door. Andy and Ashley kept brawling on the floor, and Alice excplained everything.

"Oh shit! How does the press know about her?"

I smied so huge. "So they said it's a girl?"

Gerard nodded, and smiled for a second. He walked over and sat down on the couch, me still sitting backwards staring at Ivy.

She had a worried face on under her wide smile. I know it. I know her. She unlocked her iPhone, and almost dropped it. She cupped her hand over her mouth and her eyes got wide. "Babe, I think you should see this!"

Gerard came and looked over her shoulder and took her phone in his own hands. "This is retarted!"

Ivy slumped down in a dining table chair and hid her face in her hands.

"What's going on?" I looked from Ivy, to her phone, and to Gerard.

Gerard tossed me her phone. "Look at the trending topics on twitter. What the hell, TMZ? I tapped the link t osee fans raging about Ivy being pregnant. I smacked my palm to my forehead. "Well, this sucks!"

Ivy got up silently and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. I gave the phone back to Gerard and he went in after her, closing the door again.

Ivy's POV

I plopped down on the bed and stared stright at the wall, curled up into a ball. Gerard sat down next to me and started typing furiously. I looked at what he was saying. People, its really not funny anymore. If you were good fans, you'd be happy for me and Ivy. But when the day comes that fangirls take over the world, My Chemical Romance will break up. So I'd recommend you STFU. Be happy for us! Damn.

I took his phone. "Babe, you don't have to-"

"No. I want to. It's the only way we can make it though this; together." He kissed my cheek.

I rested my head on his shoulder and for once in the past week, relaxed.

Two hours later

I woke up and Gerard was not passed out, too. I quietly crawled to the foot of the bed and walke out into the ''kitchen.'' Gizmo was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and the hotel seemed dead. Where did everyone go? WHATEVER. I made myself a bowl of popcorn and put butter and chocolate syrup on it. I sat down and watched Viva La Bam until Gerard woke up.

"Good morning!" I said.

"What time is it?" He rasped sleepily.

I flipped my hair. "It's 6:30. Come sit with me!" Bam's theme song blasted through the speakers. I'm the king of rock 'n' roll!

He hopped over the back of the couch and casually landed next to me. He grabbed for a piece of popcorn, but then stopped. "What did you do to the popcorn?"

"I PUT CHOCOLATE ON IT!" I cracked up.

He smiled. "Cravings, still?"

I filled my mouth. "Guess so," I said. I turned toward him. "Babe, I'm scared."

"Me too!" He said, not taking his eyes off the TV.

"Gerard! I'm being serious." I turned his head so he was facing me. "All of this crap. I'm really getting worried. I think Byzantine should take a break tomorrow night."

"If that's what you think is best, you can take the longest break you want. I've been telling since day 1, all I want is for you to be happy."

I kissed him. After five seconds, he pulled away. "I love you."

Our foreheads touched. "I love you, too." I kissed him again and then we kept watching the show. Everyone piled back in though the front door of the hotel room, carrying bags. "Where were you all?"

"Grocery shopping!" Andy said.

"Going through hell on Earth." June complained.

C.C. giggled like a little girl. "We didn't wanna bug you lovebirds because you were sleeping."

"Yeah, now you're doing some really important things with your lives, watcing Bam and all." June rolled her eyes.

"Shut up!" I laughed and shut the TV off. Gerard and I walked over to everyone and helped put food away.

"Was it really necessary that all of you went?" I raised an eyebrow.

Frankie talked without even looking up. "I thought it was a good idea to have everyone go so we didn't have to carry so much shit on our way back. But I think we scared a lot of little kids. Especially Andy."

I looked everyone over. "Probably because you're in your fucking concert makeup!"

"There was a little kid, maybe four years old, she took one look at them and started crying and ran away." Alice giggled.

"NICE!" I put away a box of pop tarts. "Anyway guys, I was thinking about the concert tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"Mhm..."

People nodded.

"I think because of all the drama going on, Byzantine should take a little break at tomorrow's gig."

Alice and June stared at me. Floyd just kept doing his own thing. I feel so bad for him. "Well?"

"I think it's a good idea."

"Same. It'll probably be more safe, too."

We all ate dinner, and then watched Can't Hardly Wait. I love this movie! I don't know about anyone else, but I fell asleep while watching it.

In the morning, Braxton's POV

I just woke up to a disturbing video on TMZ. I straightened my hair and pulled a red beanie over it. I got into my car and drove the short 20 miles to the hotel where everyone was staying. There was a short fat woman at the front desk in the lobby. "Hello Braxton, where have you been? I haven't seen you with everyone lately! I've heard some nasty rumors..."

"They're not rumors. They're true. I have to see Ivy, she asked for me to come. Can I have a key?" She handed me one. "Thanks."

I waited impatiently in the elevator until it stopped at floor 8. I walked down the hallway to room 417 and opened the door. Sure enough, Ivy sat on the couch, looking sicker than I've ever seen her, rubbing her stomach over a blanket. June walked over to her with a glass of water.

"Braxton!" June's face lit up. "What are you doing here?" She hugged me tightly.

"Visiting..." I looked around. "Where's Alice? And everyone else?"

"Alice decided to go to the concert, because she's so clingy with Andy lately, as you probably saw on TMZ."

"I heard. I'm so sorry, June!" I made a sympathetic face.

"I could give less of a fuck anymore." She rolled her eyes.

"Braxton, aren't you gonna say hi to me?" Ivy opened her arms and flailed them around weakly.

I walked over and sat on the coffee table. "How have you been, Mrs. Way?"

She blushed. "Not yet. Soon, though!" She held up a glistening diamond ring.

"That's... nice. I see I've missed alot." I started, but was interrupted by Ivy's throwing up into the trash can sitting next to her.

"Sorry. I can't help it."

"So, you're pregnant now! How's Floyd been taking it?"

June joined in "Couldn't tell ya. He just sits in the bedroom with the door locked. Maybe he'll open it for you."

"I'll give it a try." I walked to the second bedroom and knocked. No response. "Floyd, it's me Braxton!" Still no answer. I took the key and picked the lock. I opened the door, and the light was on in the connecting bathroom. I tiptoed over, and looked in the mirror's reflection. I winced as I watched Floyd repeatedly dragging a razor across his skin in the corner of the bathroom. "FLOYD!"

He jumped. He looked at me with big eyes, and slowly stood up, putting a wet washcloth on his arm.

"Don't even. I already saw. Why?"

He pointed out the door with the razor. "Because of that. Her. Him. Everything that's been happening." His eyes looked about to flood.

"Dude. Don't cry, and don't even sink down to this level. You're better than this."

"I know, I keep telling myself, but this... calms me. You wouldn't understand-"

I rolled up my tight jeans a few inches till I thought I would lose circulation. I looked down in disgust at my cut up leg. "I would."

His eyes widened. "Dude."

"I want you to stop this. Okay? The press will figure it out sooner or later, and then you're screwed."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah, I bet they would oh-so-coincedentally find out about it after you left, now wouldn't they Braxton?"

"Floyd, I would never-"

"I think you should go."

"Okay bro. Whatever." I walked out to the main living room. "Guys, I should go. It was nice seeing you. But first, June, I gotta tell you something." I told her in her ear what I saw Floyd doing.

"Okay. I'll talk to him. Thanks Braxton! It was so nice seeing you!" She hugged me again.

"You too! Bye Ivy!" She waved at me. I walked out the front doors of the lobby right when a limo drove up. Just in time!

Gerard's POV

"We're home!" I yelled through the hotel room.

"HI!" Ivy yelled obnoxiously loud back to me. We both giggled and I sat down at the other end of the couch, rubbing her leg. "Braxton came by!"

"Really? Was he nice?"

"No. He fucking came in and tried to murder us." She made a herp-derp face at me.

I cracked up. "Okay good, then he paid attention to my lessons."

Ivy sat up and smacked my head lightly. "Shut up." She groaned. "I've been sick again!"

I knit my eyebrows. "Will it stop soon? I hate seeing you like this!"

"Sooner or later. As long as I pull through, but I think little Bandit is worth it." I leaned down and kissed her belly.

There was a knock at the door, and me, being me, yelled, "IT'S OPEN!"

The door swung open and a group of paparazzi stood in the doorway, flashing pictures and holding microphones.

"Whoa!" Ivy said lightly.

I ran up to the door and slammed it shut, and held my weight against it to keep it like that. "That was my fault, I'll handle them, okay babe? I'll be right back."

And I made a daring escape out the door into the mob of people waiting.

Amanda; DONE!

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