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Mikey remained silent for few seconds, just blinking rapidly.

"For being here now," He said pulling me close to him. I sighed. Am I really hugging Mikey Way right now? Unbelievable.

I was scared that it was a dream. That he was gonna disappear. I squeezed him in my arms. I heard him gasped.

"Sorry," I whispered apologetically. Suddenly we heard foot steps. "It's gonna be okay, Mikey,"

I whispered quickly and without thinking, I placed a kiss on his cheek. His eyes went wide.

"Morning Mikey, morning my little sis!" Frankie came in. I went to give him a hug. He lifted me up in the air and kissed me on top of my head.

"Hi Frankie!"

"Did you sleep well at your new home?"

"Yeah...I did," Suddenly Mikey got up from the chair he was sitting on and ran away from the room. I heard the front door then. Frankie shot me a look.

"What's wrong with him?" he asked. I turned my eyes to the sky and shook my head.

"Like seriously, Frankie? You're asking me what's wrong with YOUR best friend?" I shouted at him.

I didn't know why. Just a day ago I found out that he was my brother and now I was shouting at him.

"Hey, take it easy!" he said.

"I'm over reacting. I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to shout at you. Sorry, Frankie," I whispered. He hugged me.

"It's okay, Talia," he said. I raised my eyebrows.

"What?" he said as he saw it.

"I just...no one ever called me by my second name, you know?"

"Aah. Okay. So, what do you wanna do today?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"What did you guys wanted to do...I don't want to destroy the plans,"

"We are going to the studio. We are working on our new record,"

"Great. Can I go with you?"

"Sure," 3We were sitting there and chatting until the others woke up. We all had breakfast and the got ready to go to the studio. We all met in the hall. But without Mikey.

"Guys? What 'bout Mikey?" I asked them.

"He's gonna be there already, don't worry," Gerard said. I blushed. This guy had charisma. I knew him for several hours and he already made me blush more than three times.

"'Kay, let's go!" said Bob and we all went to the garage. Ray was driving and the whole way took us about 15 minutes. The building in which the studio was consist of a huge living room, bathroom, practice room, recording room and a storeroom.

When we came in we heard somebody playing bass. Mikey, he was in the recording room. All the guys went to the living room or the storeroom. I went to look to the practice room. I smiled when I opened the door. The room was quiet messy. There were drums in the back, along with a piano. There were guitars of all kind lying over each other everywhere. There were five microphones, while one was bent in half and there were wires going out of it. There were papers with thousands of words on them plus some with pictures painted on them.

I hesitated for a second and then I picked up one of the guitars. I smiled when I recognized it. It was the guitar Frank was playing in I'm not okay video.

I played few chords of Helena. And then I gave in and played whole song. I was singing quietly too. When I finished, I sighed and looked around me. Then the door banged. All boys came in, even Mikey did. They stood there silently and then Gerard said:

"Are you freaking kidding me? I can go to fuck myself with my voice, you're amazing!" Fourth time.

"Yeah, I mean, seriously? You have an amazing voice. And you play guitar perfectly! Who taught you to play?" Ray asked.

"A...A...Actually, no one did. I learnt it by myself," I said.

"Wow. Unbelievable," said Bob. My brother grinned.

"Wow, you're surprising me my little sis," said he.

"I want you in our band," said Gerard slowly. We all looked at him. I managed to say:

"W-...W...what?"

"Gee? She's fifteen!" said Frankie.

"So what? And almost sixteen by the way!" jumped Mikey in. Wow. I didn't expect him to say anything.

"I mean, she's still at high school. And we already have a singer and two back vocalists! While I'm not talking about two guitarists!" said Bob.

"Guys!" I shouted loudly enough for them to hear me.

"I will wait outside, okay? I think you need to talk about this without me here," I said. Gerard shook his head along with Mikey.

"No, you don't have to-," he started, but I was already out of the door. I heard them screaming in there. I recognized Bob's voice.

"And she's your sister!" And then Gerard's repeated:

"So what? Yeah, she's Frank's sister! Mikey is my brother and we are both here!"

I didn't want to listen to them. I was glad that I've always wanted to live in L.A. I knew where in the city I was and what was near. The studio was just about two blocks away from the Griffith Park. I went there and sat under a tree. I was looking around me. There were families with children especially and young couples. I smiled when I saw a little girl jumping in the arms of her daddy, laughing as he kissed her on her nose then.

I didn't remember me ever doing that. I shook my head to get away from thoughts like this. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a small pencil. I was staring blindly into space for few seconds and then just started to sketch some random lines.

"Chloe?" I heard from behind me. I jumped surprisingly and turned around. Mikey. Yeah, Way brothers. One is making me blush and the other one is almost causing me heart attacks.

"Mikey!" I screamed. He came and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry that I scared you," he said quietly.

"It's okay. What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting headache from that arguing. I mean, I expressed my opinion and left. I hate arguing, you know," he answered.

"...A...And what your opinion was?"

"That I want you in the band. But only if you want to be in," he said, giving me a questioning look.

"Thank you. I appreciate it," I said and forgot to think again. I pulled him into a thankful hug. I remembered how uncomfortable he looked this morning with my hug and let go quickly.

He pulled me back. I raised my eye brows in surprise.

"I'm sorry for the morning," I said. I didn't know why I said it.

"No. I'm sorry," he said.

"No. I hugged you," I argued.3

"But I was over reacting. I'm sorry. It's just...hard times," he bowed his head down.

"I'm sorry about that. You don't have to say anything about it if you don't want to, 'kay?"

He shook his head. "No! Uhm...I mean...I think I need to talk about it with someone..."

I blinked in surprise. Does he really want it talk about it with...ME?

"You sure I'm the right person to talk to?"

"Why you shouldn't be?"

"Uhm...don't know...Maybe...You know me for not even a day, right?"

"Yeah, but you're a sister of my best friend. And I don't know... I just feel like I can trust you,"

He said, his cheeks getting a dark pink, almost red color.

"Thank you...and I'm listening,"

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