Fallyn's POV
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I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight and gave a big yawn.
The sunlight was streaming in a small window and I pulled the shade down so my bed could be in darkness again.

Peanut chirped next to me so I sat up and patted her, she must be hungry.
I began to talk to her but she jumped off the bed and disappeared behind the curtain, leaving me sitting there with my mouth stuck at the beginning of a word.

The memories from last night slowly climbed back into my mind and the chat I had with Katelyn did a rerun as I stared into the darkness.
Was she even here or did my grieving state cause me to imagine everything?

With a sigh I dropped back on my pillow and flinched as something dug into the back of my neck.
I sat back up and pulled my pillow to the side and looked at the beautifully wrapped small black present that sat on the blankets.

I wasn't dreaming, I thought picking up the present Katelyn gave me late last night.
Before it disappeared into a puff of smoke I ripped into the gift, hoping there'd be some proof it was from Katelyn.

As I tore away last pieces of paper I got to see what the square present was and tears came to my eyes.
It was Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, that's what she'd gotten me for my birthday.
I turned over the album and looked curiously at the small piece of white paper that stuck out the side.

I opened the cd case and watched a folded up envelope fall onto my lap.
It's like a game of pass the parcel.
Trying to not give myself a paper cut I opened the top of the sealed envelope and pulled out a letter.

'Happy sixteenth birthday Mist! Somehow you've managed to make it this far without murdering anyone.
I hope you like the cd, I'm not sure if you've heard of the band but I have a feeling you might like them, haha.
Don't worry about the other pieces of paper in the envelope, it's just scrap.
I love you loads and hope that you have a great, chocolate cake (made by mwa) filled birthday.
Enjoy the useless scraps of paper!
Love, Kat-e-lyn.'

My mouth broke into a smile as my eyes scanned over her letter, this is exactly what I needed right now.
I shook the rest of the envelope's contents into my lap and looked at the four pieces of rectangular paper.
With the smile still on my face I picked up two of the pieces of paper.
She got me bus tickets to Seattle?
These tickets would have cost heaps but I still didn't understand the meaning behind them.
I picked up the two other pieces and read the words printed clearly on the front.

My Chemical Romance,
presents,
Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
18th of December, 8:30pm
Dance pit.

"Oh my god!" I dropped the tickets on my lap as tears sprung to my eyes and sobs began to take over.
Kat, she was going to take me to see MCR like she'd always promised.
That was her birthday present for me.

I sobbed into my hands as the words on the front of the tickets appeared behind my eyelids.
The concert the band was currently on their way to, that was the concert Katelyn was gonna take me to.

Silently I thanked her for thinking of me and doing something so amazing, if she really was my guardian angel she would be able to hear me.

"Oh my god!" I repeated as I took another look at the tickets. She'd never be able to see a My Chemical Romance concert with me.
Well, maybe she would in her invisible angel form or whatever it was she used to stay by me without my noticing.

"Fallyn?" Gerard pulled the curtain to the side and looked at me sitting there hugging the tickets to my chest and crying like a maniac.

"What's the matter?" I was still crying but managed to put the tickets into the envelope without ripping them.

"K-K-Katelyn was going to take me to your concert as a birthday present. She said that we'd go to a M-M-My Chemical Romance together one day and she got me t-tickets for my birthday." He sat there for a moment, staring at me and probably wondering why I was crying so hard over something trivial.
Or maybe he thought I was some obsessed fan that he shouldn't have allowed onto the bus.

Gerard sat on the bed next to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
I sat there for a moment, not doing anything because I hadn't expected him to react like this.
I thought he'd call me obsessed and order me off the bus immediately before I could do something creepy, not that I would.

After a moment passed I put my arms around his neck and hugged him back as tears flowed down my face.
Kat had always made jokes about the stupid things she'd say if she ever met Gerard Way and I was here right now, hugging him.

He'd probably like her, she was a huge fan of horror movies as well.
She'd never be able to talk to Gerard but I hoped she understood how much I wish she could meet him.

It still seemed strange to me that I was on a bus with Gerard & Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro and Bob Bryar.
I'd always dreamt of meeting them and I was unexpectedly chilled out about it.
These people were my idols yet I had no problem referring to one of them as Frodo, borrowing iTunes music from another and hugging the person I'd had a epic music crush on since I heard Drowning Lessons.

But they were my friends, not just my favorite band.
The world needs more people like the members of this band, it would be a better place I think.

"You aren't asking me how I suddenly got the tickets?" I said as he let go of me and I calmed my crying.

"Do you want me to?" He asked as he rested his hands in his lap and cocked an eyebrow.
I wiped away the tears that had ran down to my chin and smiled.

"No, it just surprised me that you were willing to comfort me without knowing details about anything." Gerard shrugged and looked at the cd which was sitting next to my leg on the bed.

"When someone's crying you give them support, not questions." He patted me on the knee and stood up.

"Thanks, Gee. I really needed that hug." I gave him a smile now that my heart felt clear and he smiled back.

"No problem. Come and get some food, it's like one in the afternoon and Frankie's chafing at the bit for you to wake up and eat so he can give you more guitar lessons."
When would Frank realize that I wasn't a good guitar player?

A sigh escape my lips and Gerard frowned and looked at me as if he wanted to know what the sound effect was for.

"Frank keeps saying how I could be an amazing guitar player and everything. I don't know why, is all I did was copy how he played a song." As I talked I put the envelope inside the cd and put the cd on the small wooden bench.

"If Frank thinks your skilled then you probably are. He's good at recognizing when someone's gifted." I flipped the covers back and got out of the bed. My feet touched the carpeted ground and I noticed there was a spot of blood on the floor.
That wasn't there before.
Oh, yeah, last night I coughed up a little bit of blood or something like that.

"My fingers hurt though." I looked at the tips of my fingers that felt like they should be blistered beyond recognition even though they looked no different from yesterday morning.

"Unless they start bleeding Frank will keep trying to get you to play. Go along with it and he'll either give up or stop pressuring you so much as you get better." The thought of my fingers bleeding didn't sound very appealing.
I'd feel bad if I told Frank that I didn't think I was suited for the guitar.

I'll have to see this through to the end, I thought while walking towards the kitchen with Gerard beside me.
First order of business, very late breakfast.

Second order of business, getting guitar lessons from a person who was more enthusiastic about my guitar lessons than I was.

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The next couple of days went by. I was woken up ridiculously early in the morning on Tuesday because the band got a bit too excited about performing.
There was barely any light coming into the bus and I assumed that it must be around three or four am.

I got off the bottom bunk and stood up, Peanut chirped while stretching on the bed as I walked out the curtained doorway and entered the living room.
As I walked in they all looked at me and realized I'd just been woken up, Gerard looks particularly guilty.

From what I've gotten of the set up they were having a practice session before the warm up that they'd do at the venue.
Ray, Frank and Mikey were playing their guitars with the amps turned up and no headphone plugged in while Gerard sang.

The only person who wasn't doing something was Bob, because he obviously couldn't set up his drums in the living room. I sat down on the couch next to Bob and watched with a smile as the rest of the band stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"Hey, Fallyn. Sorry to wake you up, we all kind of forgot that you were on the bus." Gee said and followed up his sentence with a smile that would have removed all my anger even though I want angry in the first place.

"I can't think of a better way to be woken up at a crazy time in the morning than by MCR practicing songs. It beats a loud tv or hearing Gee trying to stop Mikey from putting a fork into a plugged in toaster." Yesterday morning Mikey made another attempt at sticking a piece of metal into the toaster.
Gerard had barely managed to stop him and complained for hours about why anyone would want to stick a fork into the toaster.

I can understand why. You wanna know what would happen and whether or not you would survive. Yeah, you could probably Google it but its different experiencing it first hand.

"You're actually okay with us doing this?" Gerard looked surprised that I had no problem with them playing this early in the morning.

"Yep, I'm fine with it. I never thought I'd go to one of your concerts, let alone meet the whole band and stay on the tour bus. I'm not about to stop you guys from playing." Peanut hopped onto Bob's lap and he patted her with a happy smile on his face, I think he liked her because she was like a cat.

"Damn, I wish the hotels were nonchalant about us practicing in the morning like this." Frank's eyebrows were almost in his hair and I giggled slightly.
I thought they understood that music would surpass everything else for me.

"So you don't mind if we keep practicing?" Gerard asked and I shrugged at the question because I thought my answer was obvious.

"No, let me get some cereal first. I'm hungry and I think that Peanut might be feeling a bit hungry as well." She chirped and we all laughed, even Mikey who had gradually been won ever by her cuteness.

I got my breakfast and put some mince in a bowl so Peanut could fill up her stomach that seemed to be a bottomless pit.
They started playing again as I ate and I watched happily with a big smile on my face.

"This night, walk the dead. In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. In the dress your husband hates. Way down, mark the grave. Where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door. And they found you on the bathroom floor! I miss you! I miss you, so far! And the collision of your kiss, that made it so hard!"
Frank abruptly stopped playing for a moment and Gerard stopped singing as well.

"Frankie, what's the matter?" He took the guitar strap off his shoulder and walked over to me with the guitar held in front of him.

"I taught Fallyn this song on the guitar yesterday, I wanna see if she can play it." I sat there while Frank continued to hold the guitar in front of him, waiting for me to take it.

"No, I shouldn't be doing that. I've been learning for about three days and it sounds awful. I'm so new at this I shouldn't even be learning songs this complicated." It was embarrassing enough playing with Frank watching and he was the one teaching me.
There was no way I could play while Gerard is singing.

"Come on, give it a try. It won't kill you." I took the guitar from him but that didn't mean that I had any intentions of playing it.

"Doesn't that sound like a case of famous last words." The band laughed while I sat there with a half finished bowl of cereal in one hand and a guitar in the other.

"Please? Do it for me." Frank pulled a sad face and I mentally cursed him for putting me in this situation.
With a sigh I put the bowl on the couch next to me and stood up.

"Aren't those the words a guy usually says to a girl in the backseat of a car." The band laughed again and I smiled a little.

I put the strap around my neck and put my fingers on the fret board of the guitar nervously.
I'm really not confident enough to play with anyone watching.

"Back home, off the run. Singing songs that make you slit your wrists. It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun. So I won't stop dying, wo-" Without saying anything I stopped playing, took the guitar off from around my neck, put it on the couch and walked out of the room.

That had been Katelyn's favorite song, I know that I can see her still but I've tried to avoid listening to that song.

Then that line came on and it set me off.
'Singing songs that make you slit your wrists.'

I lay down, face first into the pillow and cried.
Katelyn said that she'd come back and talk to me, it's only been two days but I miss her.

"Fallyn, what's up? You suddenly left the room and everyone's wondering what happened."
Gerard crouched next to the bed and I glanced at him before turning my head back into the pillow.

"That was Kat's favourite song." I muttered into the pillow case as tears soaked the fabric.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I felt the mattress sink slightly as Gerard sat on the bed next to me.

"It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault, I'm too sensitive to every little thing, that's all." I turned over and wiped the tears from my eyes, I've cried more in the past week than I have during the rest of my lifetime.

"We've finished practicing for now, why don't you go back to sleep. We are going to be performing tonight and if you want to go to the concert you'll need to be rested." I giggled slightly at his tone and Gee gave me a strange look.

"You sound like my Mum. Well, not my actual Mum, she's never said anything like that but I think you get the point." A grin crossed his face and I smiled back as he patted me on the head and went into the living room to tell the guys to pack everything up.

I wish Katelyn could come the the concert with me.
If she were here my life would be perfect right now.
I pulled the curtain shut and closed my eyes.