We arrived shortly after 1. I couldn't help but get a bit excited, i was going to get to see uncle Mikey, his fiancé Bob, And Ray. My father's's old band mates. Even after the breakup they all remained amazing friends, even after what happened with Bob. (um, he had cheated on Mikey, but all was forgiven when Gerard beat Bob's ass along with the slut he was with... That day was hilarious, and afterwords Bob bought Mikey a Unicorn jacket-thing with alot of other unicorn shit. in other words, they got back together.)
We climbed out of the car and were greeted by an enthusiastic Mikey, and he was actually smiling too.
"hey guys!" he cheerily chirped, I think someone got lucky last night....
"hey Mikey!" we all said, he went to hug Gerard first, then me, then Frank. After all of the hugs, he came back to me,
"aren't you getting tall?" he said, I looked down. It was true, I was the same height as Gee, and I towered over Frank.
"perhaps...." I suggested,
"well okay then," he led us inside, where we met Bob. He gave us more hugs and stuff, noted to how tall I was getting (because that matters), and led us to the basement where Ray was supposedly trying to fix his guitar.
"hey guys," Ray greeted us with a smile, "aren't you getting tall Angel?" I jokingly rolled my eyes at his comment. (note from author- that awkward moment when you realize you're just constantly writing about Angel's height)
He chuckled at my reaction, then went back to fixing his guitar. I couldn't help but watch him. I couldn't help but find him attractive. But there was someone at school I fell in love with.... Her name was Sydney. what? I'm bi-sexy... Got a problem with that? Cuz you sure as he'll shouldn't....
Any way... Frank helped Ray, while Gee helped me with trying to do that stupid tongue roll. Which resulted in a lot of laughing when my voice would occasionally squeak, or when it just sounded plain wrong. But I finally got it. They insisted that I sing 'Cemetery Drive' as a celebration.
"c'mon Angee... You know you want to!" Ray said, trying to persuade me. Okay, it worked.
"fine," I reluctantly agreed, then began the song.

"this night, walk the dead,
In a solitary style,
And crash the cemetery gates
In the dress you husband hates
Way down, mark the grave,
Where the search lights find us drinking by the mosoleum doors,
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

Back home, off the run,
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists,
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun.
Well I won't stop dying, won't stop lying,
If you want I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?

I miss you, I miss you so far,
And the colision of your kiss that made it so hard.

Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down

I miss you I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

When will I miss you? When will I miss you so far?
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
Made it so hard

Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down..."

I finished the song and everyone clapped maniacally.
"dude, you're better than Gerard," Ray said, I smiled like an idiot.
"thanks," I replied, blushing slightly. Gee enveloped me in a huge hug,
" I'm very proud of how far you've come," he said pulling away, "I kinda miss when you were a little eight year old complaining about the pyro,"
I shuddered at the memory of when my dads took me on tour with them once, during black parade. I was afraid of the special effects they used and I was positive they were going to catch fire.
I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed, "but it was scary, you were going to explode..." I trailer off as the whole room erupted in laughter.
"remember when you lost your unicorn? THAT was gold," Mikey said, referring to the unicorn he gave to me for my fourth birthday, which I still had.
"hey! You were freaking out too!" I piped,
"yeah, but only because my nephew was,"
"yeah? Well... You- the.... Stuff... And- Ugh! Meanie!"
"you're so very articulate today, Angee..."
I sassilly mockingly threw my hair back with my hand as I spoke, "well you know I try,"
Just at that moment, my phone rang. I checked to see who it was.
Holy Shit...

Notes

he he... cliffhangers;) oh, and by the way,(haha... Gerard way pun) Angel's nickname is Angee... kinda like a combination of Angel and Gee. y'know? instead of spelling it Angie? oh-okay... nobody gets it... *awkwardly stops talking while face turns vermillion*

anyway...

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