Disclaimer: Everything, except our OCs and the Earth, belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. The plan to kill Sasuke has failed, but we're working on kidnapping Itachi!

Author's Note: This is Reila! And welcome to the second chapter of Home! As you know, I'm one of your authors who's writing this fic and my partner is around here somewhere...-rummages in the desk- while I look for her, let me say that I'm happy you're trying this story out and please continue on. Anyways, this chapter is written in our second main character's POV and is written by either me or Iris (but you'll have to guess who writes who later on). Nothing quirky to tell you at the moment- all I'm really doing is sitting listening to my music (Don't Fear the Reaper at the moment) as I post up these chapters in my pajamas. I hope that you like this fic and please continue reading! Oh, and credit for our title for this chapter goes to MCR. Ja ne!

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#Chapter Two: Famous Last Words#

' #Molly's POV# '

After about an hour of dancing, I collapsed on the floor, laughing at Heather as she danced around the room with Holly. I grinned and snagged the iPod, changing the song to "Famous Last Words" by My Chemical Romance. I listened to the words and sang along, being serious for one of the only times in my life.

So many bright lights that cast a shadow, but can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding why I'm incomplete?
A life that's so demanding, why I get so weak.
A love that's so demanding, I can't speak.


I am not afraid to keep on living;
I am not afraid to walk this world alone.
Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven.
Nothing you can say can stop me goin' home.

I knew that Heather thought of "Home" as her theme song because it described where she lived to her; well, to me "Famous Last Words" showed my past and the future that I wanted.

I wanted to be strong enough to show what I could do, to be able to love someone enough to want to die for them. Even then, I wanted the strength to be able to stand on my own and be able to walk away from them to keep them safe.

My life so far had been far from perfect: my parents had divorced when I was 6, my younger sister had been a stranger to me since she'd turned 12, and my little brother had drifted away from all of us and practically become a hermit, living off video games and the occasional shower. Ever since then, I'd relied on my friends and my car to take me away and protect me when things got to be too much to handle for me, and so far they had. I loved all of them for it.

I looked around the room and a stream of memories came flowing back to me of the countless hours Heather and I had spent in this room, having fun and zoning out. My unusually somber mood was replaced by a ginormous grin and I started laughing again, quickly changing the song to an older one called "Flavour of the Week" by American Hi-Fi.

Heather and I started singing as we jumped up and down, dancing on a large pile of pillows that had been collected from the two couches in the rooms, "I wish that I could make her see; she's just the flavor of the week!"

I started laughing so hard when Holly jumped off a card table she'd managed to climb up onto from the couch and hit Heather that I fell over. Holly'd knocked Heather over too, so we lay on the floor for a moment, our heads barely touching and our eyes closed as we listened to her iPod run through a number of songs.

"Remember when we were shooting that movie for Advanced Computer in 8th grade?" I asked, my voice holding a laugh in it. "And I accidentally filmed my bra lying on the floor and I went 'Oh, look, there's my bra.' on the camera? Because I'd thrown it across the room while we were watching the FMA movie and I kept going 'Is that Hitler?' or whatever?"

My best friend's answering laugh bounced around the room, echoing a lot, making me start yelling random words to see if they'd echoe too.

"Orange!"

"Baka!"

"Emo!"

"Turtle!"

Heather was laughing at me and I shot her a fake glare.

"You should try it; it makes you feel important, deep down, way deep down where your imaginary thoughts reside," I said matter-of-factly. "It releases the childish glee!"

She started laughing again and before I could scream something else, she blurted out, "NARUTO!"

My eyes slid to her quickly, surprised; Heather's face was surprised too.

"What made you say that?" I asked curiously, though I felt myself wanting to scream out the same thing. "We haven't watched that show in ages; I mean, seriously, I can barely remember any of the characters anymore!"

Heather looked at me with an odd expression and I burst into a fit of giggles again.

"I dunno," her answer came. "But are you serious? You don't remember any of the characters?"

I smiled, answering, "I remember Naruto, obviously, the Emo cutter, Kakashi the perverted freak, the most annoying fangirl Cherry Blossoms, Neji, Hinata, Shizune, Zabuza, and Haku, my baby."

After all, Haku and Zabuza had been in my first anime episode; I wasn't about to forget the first episode that I'd ever watched of one of my all-time favorite animes/mangas, even if I felt that I had outgrown them.

"Well, I remember: Gai, Lee, Neji, Naruto, Hinata, Kiba, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi, Haku, Zabuza, Shizune, Tsundade, Yondaime Arashi, Kurenai, Asuma, Shikamaru, some Sand kids...and some other people," Heather said, rattling off a list of names easily.

I shrugged and stood up, indulging in my changing moods by walking to her computer and logging into AIM while I waited for Heather to catch up.

"C'mon, move your lazy ass!" I called back down the hall, laughing.

I started talking to our friend from middle school, Kirk Byerts, quickly glancing down teh hall to see what was taking Heather so long; she was battling against Holly's furious lick attack as she tried to unhook her iPod from the surround sound system.

bittenbyagod 10:46: hey kirkus, wat's up?
harrence 10:46: nm, u?
bittenbyagod 10:47: ovr at heather's, doin random crap like dancing and stuff lol
harrence 10:47: sounds like fun, wher's heather??
bittenbyagod 10:47: secs; she's logging in
harrence 10:47: hey cool, paolo's on

A chat invite popped up on my screen:

snowboarder456 has invited you to chatroom: noobsrus.

I clicked accept and grinned as I was logged into the chatroom.

snowboarder456 has joined chat.
bittenbyagod had joined chat.
bittenbyagod 10:48: PAOLO!! i misseded u lolz
randomisme5793 has joined chat.
snowboarder456 10:48: hey molly, u're at heather's rite? hey heather
randomisme5793 10:48: yeah, she is
harrence has joined chat.
bittenbyagod 10:48: yup, hey again kirkus! hey heather; i can see u lmao

I turned my head and waved at Heather, who was sitting five feet away from me after escaping Holly and retrieving her iPod, keying in stuff on her laptop. She just shook her head and smiled; I grinned back hugely.

harrence 10:48: u guys wanna see a movie or something?

I glanced over at Heather, questioning her with my eyes and she shrugged. My hands reached for the keyboard to type in a positive, happy reply, but, suddenly, I felt I felt my chest tighten and I froze. The air coming in and out of my lungs felt strained; it hurt to breathe. The sensation reminded me of on of my asthma attacks and I looked over at Heather beseechingly, begging her to get my inhaler with my eyes, but I realized she was experiencing the same problem. My eyes widened in panic as I felt some sort of invisible weight settle across my chest and I looked at Heather desperately, but she was freaked out too.

I tried to focus, so I looked straight ahead and focused on my computer screen, trying to get air into my oxygen-starved lungs.

snowboarder456 10:51: guys?
harrence 10:51: u still ther?

The only air coming into my lungs felt like fire and it pained me too much to breathe. I slumped forward and my head hit the keyboard, punching in a random set of numbers and letters as I fell to the floor.

The last thing I remember was the desperate pings of the IMs as our friends called out for us to come back.