Fallyn's POV
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I rolled onto my right side and felt my hand fall into open air which caused me to roll back to my left side so I wouldn't fall from where I was.
After a couple of minutes I carefully opened one eye to see a small amount of light beaming in from a porthole-like window.

When my eyes adjusted I moved closer and looked out the window, there was nothing but a bunch of open fields and the occasional farm house.
Shit, it was like looking out my bedroom window, except the view was moving.

The sun still hung low in the sky but it gave off a vibe that made me think it was early in the morning.

Geez, what happened last night? I remember waking up after drowning, I coughed up a whole bunch of water, then I met Frank Iero and Gerard Way and had a shower.
I got out of the shower and talked to Frank on the couch and he offered to fix up my arm and I told him the Greek legend of Cupid and Psyche.
I don't remember a anything after that, I must have fallen asleep telling him the story.

I looked at my arm and the wound was gone, now there was just a faint pink line where it's been before.
Huh, looks like he wasn't kidding about magic, although I was a fast healer.
Maybe I'd slept for a lot longer than just the night.

Where am I anyway, I thought sitting up and pushing a blanket off me.
Did one of the guys put me in a bunk?

I picked up a book jammed between the bed and the wall and opened it, there were pages filled with song lyrics and drawings.
One of the drawings looked similar to the cover of the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge cd. This must be Gerard's book and that means this is his bunk as well.

Oh my god, I'm in Gerard Way's bed. I never saw this coming in a thousand years.

Not wanting to intrude on his thoughts I closed the art book and put it back into its place against the wall.
My bladder reminded me that I was only human and I'd slept a long time so I pulled the curtain back on the bunk and looked out to see how far I was from the ground.

It doesn't seen to be that far, I thought dangling myself off the side and carefully lowering my body down.
My feet touched something solid, presumably the floor and I let the bed go.

I couldn't tell which bunk belonged to who, with the exception of Mikey who had his curtain pulled back.
His bed was second up from the ground so it was quite high but I was almost certain it was him because I could see a beanie and he was the only band member who wore a hat.
I tried to be careful as I walked out of the bedroom area and into the living room which was empty of all people.

Everyone must still be asleep, I thought taking a look at the tv which was turned on.
Good Morning America was on the screen and the time said seven am, this was the first time in forever that I've woken up so early.

What was I supposed to do until they woke up, sit on the couch and watch tv maybe?
Or I could go back to the bunks and try to sleeps some more, not that I was feeling tired.
I decided I'd go to the bathroom first.

If I felt like it I could scare them all awake, I laughed out load thinking that I'd never do something that mean.
While stifling my laugh with one hand I opened the bathroom door with the other.

My laughter quickly turned to a scream when I realized that Frank was standing in the bathroom drying himself off after a shower, naked.

I closed my eyes and for extra protection put my hands over my face and ran in (what I thought was) the general direction of the bunks.
After about five steps my legs hit something and I fell tumbling onto the couch.
Mind you I'd been screaming the whole time, because I had never seen anybody besides myself naked and this was a rude awakening.

"Fallyn!?" Frank came running out of the bathroom with a towel (thankfully) wrapped around his waist.

"What happened?" Gerard said walking in from what was probably the kitchen area, Ray followed him with a questioning look on his face.

"I just got out of the shower and Fallyn walked into the bathroom by accident because I didn't lock the door. I think she saw more than she wanted to." He finished off his sentence with a laugh and Gerard and Ray joined in.

"I didn't want to see anything, let alone more than I wanted to. My eyes are permanently ruined now, I can ever unsee." This just made them laugh harder as I kept my face covered by my hands.

"I'm sorry, I should have locked the door." Frank said as his voice drifted away, it sounded like he walked into another room.

"You can uncover your eyes now, he's not in the room, plus he's got a towel on." Ray said still laughing at my expense.

"I'm not moving my hands till he's got clothing on." I said with all honesty.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. You're like what eighteen? Nineteen? You've got to have seen a naked person before." Gerard was taking random guesses at my age and he wasn't even close.

"Try sixteen and I haven't seen anyone naked before, especially Frank Iero."

"You're sixteen?!" Gerard choked out and I was almost tempted to uncover my eyes just to see the look on his face.

"Yeah, I turned sixteen four days ago." Why he'd think that I'm over sixteen confused me, most people thought that I was younger than that because of my height.

"No wonder you freaked out so much, haha Frankie's gonna have a flip when he hears this." I didn't say anything further and sat there with my eyes firmly covered.

"Okay, I've got some clothes on. You can use your eyes again now." Frank moved my hands and I looked up to see him standing there in Ramones T-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Hey Fronkie! Guess what?" Gerard said with a huge smile across his face, I didn't understand why he looked so happy but judging by Ray's face he knew.

"What?" Frank asked, dropping on the couch next to me while I covered my chest, recently remembering that I didn't have access to a bra.

"She's sixteen. How long have you been sixteen for Fallyn." Gerard turned to me with a huge smile still on his face.

"Uh, four days ago." I said crossing my arms firmly and hoping that my bra had dried out overnight.

"You're what?" Frank said with his eyebrows almost going through the roof.

"She's sixteen." I seriously didn't get why Gerard was announcing my age as if it was some kind of victory. He laughed and disappeared out of the room with Ray following him.
Frank sighed then smiled and looked at me.

"I'm gonna get some breakfast, you want some?" I nodded and stood up.

"Hang on just one thing first." Frank walked into the bedroom.
"Mikey! Bob! Up! It's breakfast time." He yelled them awake and walked back into the living room with a mischievous grin.
A sleepy Mikey and Bob followed him, this made me glad that I'd woken up a couple of minutes ago.

"This way." I followed him into the next room where there was a surprisingly large kitchen for a bus and some booths.

I sat in a booth that Frank gestured to and he slid in next to me, Mikey and Bob sat across from me and began staring like crazy people.

"I'm Mikey, nice to meetcha." He held out a hand and I shook it while giving him a smile.

"I'm Bob, but you probably know that already." I then shook Bob's hand as he gave me a watered down version of Mikey's smile.

"You know, you're in a surprisingly good mood considering all of the screaming you did last night." Was Mikey trying to make a dirty joke or something?

"Uhm, I don't think that I was screaming last night." I said frowning, I'm positive that I wasn't screaming last night.

"Yeah you did, you were like no, no, no and Gerard was like 'calm down'." Frank gave Mikey a kick under the table and laughed.

"You're making it sound like we tried to rape her." Frank turned to look at me with a light smile.

"He's talking about a dream you had last night, you were kicking and screaming so Gerard and I had to calm you down." That wouldn't be a first for me, I've had some really violent nightmares before, especially after what happened with Katelyn.

"So, what food do you want. We haven't been shopping in a while so it's either toast or cereal, the Cheerios variety." Gerard said leaning over the counter and hitting Frank jokingly with a spoon.

"Toast will do." He nodded and handed me a plate with two pieces of toast on it.

"Thank you, Gerard." I said taking the toast and the butter knife that he also held out.

"What topping? We have, jam, butter, sugar, peanut butter and gravy powder. By the way you can call me Gee if you want, everyone else does."

"Can I have some of the peanut butter and jam, please?" He handed me the containers and I took them from him and started making a peanut butter and jam toast sandwich.

"How come you're not offering the rest of us food like this?" Frank asked while pouring Cheerios and soy milk into a bowl. Then he put on enough sugar to kill a diabetic.

"Because she's our guest, and all of you know where everything in the kitchen is." Gerard replied while sitting on the counter and eating a slice of toast.

For the first time in ages I used one of my old mannerisms on Frank, sticking my tongue out.
"So tell us where are you from?" Mikey asked.

"Blackford, small town with even smaller minded people." I said finishing my sandwich that I'd wolfed down at a fast pace even for me who was practically an official speed eater.

"Okay what about your birthday."

"Eleventh of December." Gerard paused for a second then handed me another piece of toast and I took it and layered it with peanut butter.

"Cool, your birthdays near Christmas." Frank drank his bowl of cereal and I sat there laughing because I'd never seen anyone just drink the cereal instead of eating it.

"It kinda sucks, I can never have much of a birthday because people will be busy with organizing stuff like holidays and they'll forget it's my birthday." I murmured the last half of the sentence to myself as the guys stared at me.

"Why were you standing on the top of the bridge, aside from the obvious reasons?" Bob asked while giving me a very intense look, which got him glared at by the rest of the guys for asking the question that nobody wanted to ask.

With a sigh I told myself that they deserved an explanation considering how hard they worked to get me out of the water and to safety.

"It was because my friend killed herself and I thought that if I couldn't save her then why should I save myself because everyone around me is gonna die at some stage." Without meaning to I broke into the whole story about the butterfly project, the unexpected friendship, finding her on her bed and all the grief that came afterwards.

By the time I'd finished tears were running down my face and I was hiccuping the extra tears that were lodged in my throat.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked if it hurt you too much to talk about it." Bob whispered, staring at the table and now I felt like a horrible person.

"It's not your fault Bob, you didn't know. I'm gonna need to learn how to deal with it one day, so why n-n-not now." As I'd been crying Frank put his arm around my shoulder and I lent my head on his chest, in other words I ruined his shirt with my tears.

"I used to be afraid of dying alone, but now that I have these idiots and all the fans, I know that I'll always have someone to support me." Gerard said while gently patting my back.

"I know we've only known you for less than twenty four hours but I want you to know that we'll support you if you ever need it." The kind words that they were saying just made me cry harder, none of them knew what kind of person I was but they were all willing to support me.

"Fallyn, when the bus stops in the next city you don't have to get off." I sniffed back my tears and sat up to look Gerard in the face.

"What?" I said wiping away the stupid salty, eyewater on my face.

"When we get to the city, if you want you can stay with us until the next city and the one after that."

"Gerard that's so nice of you but I can't accept. I told Frank yesterday that I was still going to kill myself, I'd be wasting your time if I stayed with all of you."

"Just stay till the city after this one, you can leave anytime after that. Stay with us and decide if you like it. You can come to the concerts and maybe then you will change your mind about killing yourself or dying." Frank said and before I could respond he gave me a bone crushing hug that made me forget what air was.
When I did end this it was going to make it so much harder, now that I had people who cared about me more than I do.
Oh god I was gonna regret this later.

"If I say yes will you please let me breath again?" I said into Frank's chest I felt the vibrations of his laugh before he let me go and I gasped for air the second I was given the opportunity.

"You are deceptively strong for your size, Frodo." I took slow deep breaths, what I'd just said was an understatement.

"That doesn't matter, all that's important is that we have a victory in beating you up with guilt until you agreed." Frank went dancing into the other room as I laughed.

"Does he always get his way that easily?" I asked Gerard who was still sitting on the bench with a plate on his lap.

"Pretty much, he's manipulated me into changing song lyrics by using guilt." Frank seems like the kind of person who's used to getting what he wants.

"Do you actually want to stay with us for a bit longer? I don't want to force you to stay if you don't want to."

"Na, it's fine. Might as well enjoy myself before this is over. I'm officially living life on a day to day basis and it feels kinda nice. Not having to worry about school, work and friends." I let out a sigh and dropped my head against the window.

"I know why you were going to kill yourself but why did you run away from home?" Surprisingly it was Bob who asked.

"You may or may not get this but I didn't want my life anymore. I like who I am now over who I was. I'm not sure how to say it but I feel different, like the old me didn't exist in the first place." There was no chance that any of them could understand what I was talking about.

"You feel like you're not obligated to act according to everyone else's expectations." Bob said slowly and summarized everything that I'd been struggling to find the words to say.

"Exactly, I don't have to impress anyone now. I don't care if a guy has a crush on me or if my teacher likes me enough to give me a good grade. Life has no boundaries." I crossed my legs under me and finished all further explanations on the subject.

"What about your family?" Mikey asked while propping his elbows up on the table.

"I'm an only child, and my father died a couple a couple of months before I was born, Mum and Dad were only kids too so I have no cousins and stuff like that."

"What about your mother then?" Everyone was asking a lot of question and I had no problem responding to them but it had been ages since I'd talked this much and my mouth actually felt a bit sore.

"Mum loves me I guess, but she doesn't care about me. I came home one night a couple of days ago and I'd had a couple of drinks. To be perfectly honest I was very drunk and is all she did was remind me to get on the pill. I have no plans to use that with anyone, anytime soon."

"That doesn't sound very nice, I'm sorry." For some reason Gerard was acting as if it was his fault my Mum didn't care.

"It's fine, she ran away from home when she was a kid. She'll get why I did it." I shrugged and stood up from my seat at the table.
I didn't feel like sharing any further today, I was emotionally drained any more crying and I'd become a pansy.

Speaking of pansy as I walked into the living room Frank sat on the brown couch and strummed away at his guitar which was hooked up to a small amp he'd plugged headphones into.
Me being me, wanted to know what he was playing so I walked up and started talking.

"Frank." No response.
"Frank." Still no response.
"Frank!"

"If he's got headphones on its best to just tap him, otherwise you could read him the whole War & Peace and he'd never know. Watch." Ray told me and I stopped yelling so I could listen, I should have probably listened at a lot more moments in my life.

"Hey Frankie! Do you mind if I throw all your stuff off the bus?" Frank didn't respond and continued to play his guitar as if the world around him didn't exist.

"This is the best way to get his attention. Didn't take long for me to figure it out." Ray threw a pen at him with perfect precision, the pen made a couple of loops through the air then connected with the back of Franks head and bounced to the floor.

"There you go." He disappeared from the doorway as Frank took off his headphones and turned around.

"What!" I jumped at his sudden harsh voice and the angry expression on his face.
He took one look at me and his whole demeanor changed, along with his voice.

"I'm sorry I thought that you were one of the guys, they'll interrupt me for some stupid shit sometimes. Anyway, what's up?"

"I was just wondering what you were playing." I said rubbing my arm and looking at the almost not there smile on his face.

"It's nothing too fancy, I'm practicing some of our songs, you wanna listen?" Before he could even finish the sentence I had started nodding.

I may never see My Chemical Romance perform live but it would make me happy to see Frank Iero playing the guitar part for one of their songs.
He unplugged the headphones as I sat on the ground next to him with my back against the plush couch.

"Do you have a request or is it surprise me?" He asked poising his fingers on the guitar.

"Surprise me." I said crossing my legs in front of me, not caring that I looked like an over eager toddler at kindergarten.

"Okay, I'll play the song that I think you're most likely to recognize." He adjusted some dials on the amp then put his finger back over the guitar and started playing.
Within seconds I recognized the song and started tapping my fingers on my knee in time with the guitar.

"Well if you wanted honesty that's you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go. It's better off this way! For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took. Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay. You wear me out."
It surprised me when Frank started singing, I'd known that he was in a band before and he sang but I really hadn't expected him to sing this song.

It sounded as good as when Gerard sang it, not in the 'it sounds the exact same' sense, but just as good in his own individualistic style.

"What will it take to show that it's not the life it seems? I told you time and time again, you sing the words but I don't know what it means. To be a joke and look, another line without a hook. I held you close as we both shook, for the last time. Take a good hard look! I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not o-"
A cracking sound came from the amplifier and I jumped to the side as smoke rose from the front. Frank unplugged his guitar and turned the amp off.

"We'll there goes another one, my awesome broke it." He said taking the connector cable and coiling it into a circle.

"I always suspected that you'd be the humble one." I joked as he grinned at me.

"As long as you don't break it would you like a try? I can go and get Ray's amp."

"No, you don't need to do that. I don't know how to play the guitar so you'll be wasting your time." I'd never even held a guitar before and I was afraid that I'd drop it or something even worse.

"Don't be silly, I can show you. I bet that your really good at it, you have nimble looking fingers." At his words I looked at my hands, they appeared to me to be normal fingers.

"Come on, it won't kill you and if you break the guitar I won't be mad, I promise."

"Fine, I'll give it a try." I sighed out the words and he gave me the same victory grin from earlier. I sat on the couch as Frank went to hijack Ray's amp.

"Got it!" Frank brandished the amp like a weapon as he walked into the room. Yeah, there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to accidentally break his guitar.
He uncoiled the cable and plugged one end into the guitar and the other end into the amp.

Frank handed me the electric guitar and I automatically put the neck part to the right of my body.
"Oh, hang on a second. Are you a leftie?" I nodded and Frank slumped back on the couch.

"Damn it, the guitars set up for a right hander. You ever tried playing a guitar with your right hand?"

"I've never played a guitar. I haven't even held one so don't expect me to have any idea what you're talking about."

"Which way feels better when your holding the guitar, this way?" He said making the neck of guitar sit on my left side.

"Or this way?" He switched the guitar back to the side it had been on when I took it from him.

"Uh, with the neck thingy on my left hand." I said switching it around so I had the guitar sitting in my lap in a similar position to the way Frank had it earlier.

"But you write with your left hand."

"Yeah and eat and all the other stuff."

"Do you realise that you're holding the guitar like a right hander would."

"Cool, I'm ambidextrous then." I gave him a broad smile even though I didn't feel confident at all right now.

"Okay let's start. You're already holding the guitar correctly so put your fingers on the fret board." He instantly lost me when he said the thing about the board, I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Put your fingers on the neck of the guitar like this." He demonstrated by curling his fingers around the neck and putting them on the strings.
I copied him and reminded myself that I probably looked like an idiot holding the guitar instead of a professional like he did.
He then handed me a plectrum and I sat there with my fingers on the strings and a pick in my hand with no idea what I was supposed to be doing.

"Like this." He made a swinging motions with his right hand and I tried to copy him by doing the same thing with the guitar.
A horrible sound came from the amp and I winced in response.

"It's okay, everyone starts from somewhere. Don't forget that I started out like this as well." I nodded and hoped that I wouldn't have to embarrass myself much longer.

"Instead of showing you notes I'll show you how to play a song, alright?"

"Okay." I said as he took the guitar from me and held his fingers over the 'fret board'.

"You know 'Mad World' by Gary Jules?" Without waiting for a response he played a couple of notes of the song.

"Yeah I know it."

"I'll teach you it then, it's short and won't be hard for you to learn. Watch my fingers." His hands moved slowly across the guitar and he played the same set of chords reportedly until I felt like I might have a chance of copying him.

Frank handed me his guitar back and I sat there for a moment trying to remember where he put his fingers. I put my hand on the fret board, held the pick in my right hand and started strumming the song from memory, hoping it didn't sound terrible.

"How was that?" I asked as the drifting notes on the guitar died off.

"That was amazing, you managed to memorize the whole song, play it and make it sound pretty good. Fallyn, you could probably be a guitarist if you wanted to." I blushed at his words, there was no way that I'd ever be a guitarist.
Sure I managed to make that one song sound good but I'd never be able to do what he could. Gerard walked into the room and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fallyn would you mind if we made a stop? We need to shop for food and since you're gonna be staying with us for a while you should get a toothbrush and stuff."

"Don't forget her girly soap. You can never forget about the soap." Frank whispered beside me and I started laughing.

"No, I don't mind. Why would you need to ask me anyway? It's your bus and I'm only staying on it for a while."

"I though that I should ask so you'd have time to get changed." I looked at the large slipknot T-shirt and the pyjama pants. He was right, there was no way I'd be wearing this in public.

"Okay, I get your point give a me a couple of minutes to get changed." Gerard nodded in response and walked out.

I handed Frank his guitar, "Thanks, that was kinda fun in a slightly embarrassing fashion."

"If you're looking for your duffle bag go into the bunk area and open up the compartment that's over the bed you woke up in. Dang, that sounded very mission impossible like." I laughed as Frank played some spy music on his guitar while I walked out of the room.

There were five bunk beds in the room but only one of them had the curtain pulled back so I assumed it was the one I'd slept in.
The problem was that I'm too short to reach the compartment.
Why did I have to be the only short person in my family? It's so unfair.
I let out a sigh of frustration and tried to think of a way to reach the compartment and my duffle bag.

"Hey Fallyn, what's the matter?" Frank walked into the room carrying his guitar and Ray's amp, I assumed that he planned to put them away before the bus stopped.

"I know you told me my duffle bag was in that storage thing over the bunk but..." He was short as well so he'd probably understand what I was talking about but I still felt awkward mentioning it.

"If your wondering which one it's that one." He said putting his guitar into a case in a compartment under the bunk below mine.

"It's not that, I, um...can't reach it." My face went bright red, I felt like an idiot having to say that.

"Oh, is that it?" Before I got a chance to reply Frank picked me up and put me on his shoulders.

"Uh, what did you do that for?" I said, on the edge of hyperventilating, that move was totally unexpected.

"You'll be able to reach the compartment now, you're welcome." He was right, I was able to reach my stuff easily.

"Thank you. But if you drop me I'd like you to know that I'll be inclined to murder you." Frank laughed as I opened up the storage above the bunk and pulled out my duffle bag.

"Have you got it now?"

"Yep, can you let me down, please?" I asked while putting the duffle bag on the bunk in front of me, I didn't want to drop it from this height onto the floor.
Frank carefully took me off his shoulders and put me one the ground next to him. How freaking strong must he be to be able to lift me up and down that easily?

I grabbed my duffle bag from the bunk and sat on the ground to unzip it and search for some clothes.
The note I'd written last night was gone, I'm sure that it was in the top of my bag though. I wasn't going to miss it or anything I just didn't want one of the guys to find it.

"You looking for that piece of paper?" Frank asked, sitting on the bunk that I assumed belonged to him.

"Yeah, do you know where it is?" I reached the bottom of my bag and the note wasn't there, shit.
"I threw it out when I was looking through your bag to get you some clothes while you were in the shower. I thought that you might not want anyone to read it." I internally winced, this is precisely what I didn't want to happen.

"Did you read it?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry if you didn't want me to read it." Even if I had been angry, the look on his face made me forgive him instantly.

"S'okay. Did you read the whole thing, like the part with my name?" I don't want them to know me by the horrible name I was born with, Misty, yuck.

"If you'd rather be called Fallyn then I'll call you Fallyn. In my opinion you should only have a name that you enjoy. I won't mention it to the guys if you don't want me to." I sighed in relief and gave Frank a smile.

"Thanks, please don't tell everyone."

"No problem, your shoes are beside the couch if you plan to wear them. Which I think you will, after all it's that or barefoot." I nodded as he walked out of the room and I stayed there with my duffle bag.

Thank god, if Gerard, Mikey, Ray or Bob read that I'd die. It was bad enough having Frank know my real name but it would be awful if everyone knew it.
I got a shirt and some green skinny leg jeans from my bag along with a hoodie.

Please make my bra dry by now, because this shirt is the loosest one I have and it's still tight.
With a bundle of my clothing I walked out of the bunk area, through the living room and into the bathroom.
I locked the door behind me and got out of my borrowed clothes and looked at my bra and panties which were hanging from the towel rack.

The panties were clean and dried but my bra was royally fucked, a strap was broken and the band that clipped up at the back was ripped.
I pulled on my underwear and pulled a face at my pitiful looking bra that I'd never be able to wear again.

Oh the irony, the only death in my suicide was my favorite and much loved bra, I also happened to desperately need it.

"Bra, this wasn't supposed to be a suicide pact, now I feel like a coward for backing out." I whispered before throwing the disfigured body of my friend into the wastebasket.
If I got a chance when we went to get some groceries I'd have to look for a place to buy a bra 'cause there was no way I'd be able to not wear a bra for more than two days.
Then I remembered I had no money whatsoever.

Unfortunately my tight top emphasized that I wasn't wearing a bra.
Looks like I'm gonna be wearing my hoodie the whole time, I thought while putting on my jeans and buttoning them up.
I'm not skinny so I haven't got a thigh gap while wearing my skinny leg jeans but that didn't worry me.

"Fallyn, we're gonna be there in a couple of minutes. Are you dressed yet?" Frank had knocked on the door and was talking to me while I made some final adjustments of my shirt.
When I was satisfied with my look I unlocked and opened the door.

"Yeah, I'm dressed. The only problem is that my hair isn't br-" Before I could finish my sentence Gerard handed me a hair brush.

"Thought you might need one." I took the brush from him.

"Thanks, I hate having my hair knotted it makes me feel dirty."

"Same here, I have to talk to Mikey about something. Will you be alright until we get to the mall?"
"Yep, I'll be able to manage." Gerard walked off and I immediately started brushing my hair while Frank stood there there and talked about some of their concerts.

At some point he glanced at something on me and got a strange look on his face that made me worried a spider or some equally gross insect might be on me.
"What?" I said while pulling the brush roughly through a large knot located near the back of my head.

"Not to sound weird or anything but are you wearing a bra?" His face went at bright red as mine.

"Um, my bra didn't survive the fall." Finally all the knots were gone from my hair and I could stop the painful hair brushing.

"Why don't you buy one when we get to the mall?"

"I would but I forgot to break open my piggy bank when I was packing so I have no money." I put the brush on the sink as I was talking then went to sit on the couch and put my shoes on.

"That's fine, we can go and buy you one and some underwear as well, that is unless you want to wear mine for the next week or so."

"Frank I can't let you do that. You hardly know me and I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you guys. This was the exact reason that I didn't want to stay longer in the first place."

"No you won't be. It's no problem at all." Frank was trying to be nice and insisting which made me feel even worse. I didn't say anything and tied up my sneakers.

"Fallyn, he's right it's no problem. If anything we'd feel bad if we didn't help you and you need some more clothes anyway. You have hardly any clothes and no pj's or underwear. Besides are you going to say no to a toothbrush and girly soap?" Gerard walked into the room while Frank was trying to convince me to say yes. What he said was the truth and it made me think that he should apply for a job with the logic police.

"Fine." I sighed. "But if I ever get a chance to reimburse you I'm doing it."

"Did you swallow a dictionary or something?" Frank laughed, I only used the word reimburse. What's wrong with that?
Either these guys had some supernatural ability to make me say yes to everything or I was really bad at saying no to people.

"I think you're bad at saying no to people." Mikey said echoing my thoughts as he walked into the room.

"How did you know that I was just thinking that, Mikey?"

"You said it out loud."

"Mikey, she didn't say that. I think you need to get some more sleep or cut down on the bath salts." Gerard put his hand on Mikey's back and walked him out of the room while I sat there feeling confused.

"I didn't say that out loud. How did Mikey know what I was thinking?" Frank sat down next to me on the couch.

"He's good at guessing what people are thinking and he's tired so he probably thought that you were talking."
The bus slowed and came to a halt while I continued to be confused.

"I'm sorry if Mikey made you feel weirded out. Do you wanna go shopping now?" Without waiting for an answer Frank took my hand and pulled me off the couch.
He only touched me for a couple of seconds but my heart began to race and my hand started tingling.
What's going on with me?

I followed Frank to the front of the bus where the four other guys were waiting for us with the doors already open.
It was snowing and it was so pretty. There was no snow in my town. It would get really cold and there'd be tons of ice and the lake would freeze over but no beautiful snow.
Ray noticed me looking at it with wide eyes and he pulled a face as if he disagreed with my excitement.

"What? It's snow."

"But it's so pretty, we didn't have snow in my town. Only slush, but this is so powdery and pretty." Frank started laughing, which was perfectly fine for him to do considering that his been all over the world and seen snow from tons of different city's.

"You're like the polar opposite of Ray. He hates the snow because his 'fro gets targeted and he ends up with his hair wet when the snow melts." I walked down the bus steps and into the soft, fluffy snow. Despite the fact I had my hoody on I felt like I went from warm to freezing in two seconds.

"Here put this on." Frank handed me a beanie which I put on immediately. Now that I was wearing a hat I felt much warmer and I gave Frank a grin.

"Come on I don't want to be near the snow any longer than I have to." Ray said walking down the stairs and marching through the snow towards the huge shopping complex.
Frank, Gerard, Mikey and Bob came down the stairs as well and began to follow Ray towards the mall, except for Frank who stood next to me.

"Don't worry, we'll be in the city soon and we'll be staying there for a couple of days doing the performing stuff. You'll get a chance to pelt Ray with a snowball." As he talked Frank picked up a big handful of snow and began to shape it into a ball.

"You wanna throw it at him?" He offered the snowball to me but I shook my head, I'd prefer if Ray Toro didn't hate me.

"Suit yourself." He tossed the snowball towards Ray with perfect aim. The ball flew through the air before hitting Ray in the back of the head and exploding into his hair.
He turned around and glowered at Frank who stood there literally giggling.

"That's revenge for throwing a pen at me!" He laughed across the parking lot as I attempted to make a snowball for the first time.
The rest of the guys were almost at the doors by now but I was determined to make a snowball.

"Like this." Frank said taking the misshapen lump of snow from me and forming it into a perfect sphere.

He handed it back to me, "Who you gonna throw it at, I don't think Mikey's too far away."

"I don't want to throw it at Mikey, it'd be mean. I only wanted to see if I could make a snowball."

"Fine, then Miss buzzkill. Can I have it?" He held his hand out for the snowball and I gave it to him.

"Come on we need to catch up with the guys or they'll leave us here." With snowball in hand Frank ran towards the group, I ran after him through the surprisingly hard to run in snow.
I caught up with him in time to see Frank hit Gerard in the head with my snowball.

Gerard just laughed and tossed a concealed snowball at him before jogging up to the doors where he ran inside with the rest if the group.

"Fallyn, why are you still standing there? We're gonna go inside." Frank took me by the arm and pulled me inside with him.
Frank was laughing loudly and the people around us stared, not that I cared much.

"Okay, you guys go can get the groceries and I'll take Fallyn to get some clothes and stuff." Frank didn't wait for a response from anyone and started walking away with me in tow.

"No, stop. You're going shopping with Mikey, Ray and Bob, I'll take Fallyn to get clothes." Gerard put his hand on Frank's shoulder to stop him from walking away with me.

"Why do you get the final say?" He whinged as Gerard pulled me to the side, away from the rest of the guys.

"Because I won't try to peek in the changing rooms or make her try on stuff she doesn't want to wear." I know that I haven't known Frank for long but I was damn sure that he wouldn't peek in the changing rooms.

"Fine if that's your only reason why can't Ray, Bob or Mikey take her shopping?"

"I don't think that Ray wants to go shopping for girl clothes and you know why Mikey and Bob can't take her." It's stupid watching then argue over who's taking me shopping. Plus considering that its me they're bickering about then shouldn't I get a say?

"Excuse me, what about my opinion?" I said waving my hand in the air, trying to get their attention.

"Go ahead." Gerard nodded and I started talking.

"I'm not trying to pick sides or say that I like one of you more than the other but do you really want Frank to do the food shopping? Seriously we'll end up with a whole bunch of junkfood." I crossed my arms over my chest and finished talking. My opinion was out in the open and they could use it as they saw fit.

"She's right, whatever Frank buys is either bad for you or tastes horrible." Bob emphasized his words with a shiver and I had to stifle a laugh.

"Fine, Frank you can take her shopping but if you make her try on anything she doesn't want to wear or act like a pervert then I'll have to end you." Frank gave everyone his victory grin and excitedly clapped.

"Fallyn have you got a mobile phone?" Gerard asked me as Frank continued to act like a true spastic.

"No, I never had a mobile I've always used the home phone if I had to make a call."

"Frank get her a mobile while you're at it, she'll need one even if she doesn't stay with us for long."

"Don't be silly. I don't need a mobile, I won't even know how to use one." I protested, they were being too generous to me. They hadn't even known me for a full day and they'd given me so much.

"Fallyn it's no problem. Don't worry." Gerard tried to make me feel better but I still felt like a selfish person.

"Okay, we'll meet you back here in two hours" Frank took me by the hand and started walking me away from the rest of the guys who stayed near the doors.
I looked at Frank and he gave me a smile that made my heart flutter, like earlier my hand was tingling while he held it and my brain felt foggy.

I'm not sure if he had any idea where he was going but Frank led me around with a confidence that made me think he might have some idea.
We walked through crowds and managed to get out the other side, he then led me up a set of escalators to another floor.

"What do you wanna look for first? Phone? Or do you wanna find some clothes and stuff?" He asked stopping at a balcony that made us able to see hundreds of stores.

"I don't know. I'm confused looking at all of this, I've never been outside Blackford." Yes, I was the poster child of small town girl.
Everything was so chaotic that I felt like I was on the edge of hyperventilating.

"Even a quarter of these people are still more than the amount of people in my town." It started to be hard for me to breathe and looking at the mass of people all around me didn't help.

"Fallyn, look at me." I tore my eyes away from the thousands of people and looked at Frank who was focusing directly on me.

"I know that you're freaking out but they're just people. Everything's gonna be okay."
Without realizing what was about to come out of my mouth I started talking.

"Your hazel eyes are pretty." I felt like slapping myself in the face for saying something so incredibly stupid, to Frank Iero of all people.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. Would you like to look for some clothes now?" He'd thankfully brushed of my comment with a laugh. I have no idea what I'd do if he took it seriously like I'd meant for it to be taken.

"Clothes sound good." I said while trying not to look at all the people around me.
If this is only a mall then how many people would be in a city?
What about the concert that My Chemical Romance would be performing in a couple of days?

"I'm gonna hold your hand so we don't get separated, is that okay?"

"Uh, yeah that's fine."

Frank held out his hand and I hesitantly gave him mine.

Notes

Something along the lines of what Fallyn's reaction to Frank being naked is supposed to look like.