I woke up to the sound of the airplane pilot over the inner com. I would be landing in California in just five minutes, and I would meet my new adoptive parents. Parent? I don't know, the wouldn't tell me. They said that if I knew it would ruin the 'surprise'. Honestly, I hate the fucking court system that I am so very unfortunate of being trapped and wrapped around in. Everyone thinks I'm a delinquent because of all of my facial piercings. But in reality, I'm very sweet and kind. Regardless of the fact that I have spiderbites, a septum piercing, and a brow piercing... I'm just... Me. I have always been me. Not a bad child, just a fifteen year old girl with no other place to go because my entire family just up and left me... Ugh, I just want to repress those memories of so long ago, when I was ten... The fire... The crash... I'm the last of my bloodlines, everyone else has either died of something or have just up and vanished. I swear we're cursed, and I fear I might be next. But who knows? Maybe it won't be that bad, at least I won't change homes on a bi-monthly basis. I just hope they have ice in hell, that would make it so much more romantic...
The light thingy flashes for us to buckle our seat belts, as we decent upon sunny California.

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I walked across the silvery-white marble flooring of the airport, searching for my supposed guardian. I noticed a slightly familiar man dressed in all black, with black hair. He was holding up a hand-made sign with my name on it, and damn... Was it detailed. Just. Fucking. Wow. Paint? Really? It had my name painted in black lettering, cursive or some shit like that. It was on a white background, with red spattered paint. I'm assuming it's meant to look like blood. I began to walk towards the group of people, and as I got closer I examined them. Shit. The guys from My Chemical Romance. I couldn't help but get a bit excited. Really? This is just a sick joke, right? I pressed my sleeve covered hand to my mouth as I approached them, trying to hide behind my thin barrier. Why did Gerard Fucking Way have to adopt me? Huh? Just... Fuck. This is going to be fucking awkward as hell, seeing as my my wardrobe consisted of mostly MCR shirts, my backpack is littered with their lyrics, my journal is filled with fan art, and I just happen to be the worlds biggest fucking fan. You can just imagine how cherry red I was when I stepped up to him, he gave me a heart-crushing smile. I watched him as he talked to me.

"Cassy?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. I pulled my hand away from my face just long enough for him to embrace me, and for Frank to notice all of my piercings.

"badass piercings," he smirked, I managed a shy smile before covering my mouth once again with my sleeve.

"introductions?" Gerard asked, I nodded my head.

"that is Mikey, my brother. Short shit is Frank, Fro-man is Ray, blonde boy is Bob, and I am Gerard Way, your new guardian.... Parent... Shit, whatever," he turned to the guys, "guys, this is Cassy,"

Everyone except for Frank gave me a sheepish wave, or a shy smile. Yeah, no... Frank picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Yes, you heard me right motherfucker. Frank motherfucking Iero literally picked me up, and threw me over his shoulders. What. The. Fucking. Hell. He carried me out to their van and set me down on my feet next to the vehicle. I punched him as hard as I could on his arm,

"don't you ever do that again!" I growled. He rubbed his arm where I hit it and winced. Ugh, now I feel bad. I know that's gonna bruise. Serves him right. I hugged him and he chuckled.

"sorry," I muttered shyly, pulling away, "but if you do that again I will kill you. With weapons."
Frank smirked at me.

"sure thing, by the way, damn good hit," he said, I rolled my eyes as the rest of the band came over with my shit. Gerard had my backpack, and something else... Oh shit...

"c-can I have that back?" I stuttered as he walked up,

"why? You're an awesome artist, I didnt think you were a fan," he replied smirking, and held up my most prized drawing. One that took me over a week to finish. It was of Gerard and Frank. Kind of a Frerard moment. It was a headshot where Frank was in front of Gerard. He had his neck bend slightly back/to the side, Gerard was gingerly holding a knife to Frank's throat and was gently brushing his lips to his smooth skin. Both if their faces were in blissful yet lusty expressions with their eyes closed. I'll have to admit, if it wasn't in just plain pencil, I would have thought that shit was real.
I felt my face turn beet red. Bob snatched my book from him and carefully closed it, he handed it back to me with just a hint of a smile and a bit of an apologetic expression.

"thank you," I said, managing a small smile in return.

"gimme," I gestured to my backpack that was still in Gerard's hands, he handed it to me.

"that's what I thought," I smirked, "I have the power of the Bobert now, fear me, for I will hide behind him,"

Everyone erupted with laughter at my comment, even after we had packed my crap into the van and were driving down the road. I swear to god, seriously. We had to stop too many fuckin times because Ray couldn't calm the fuck down. Why yes, he was driving.
Finally we pulled up to a large house. Everyone had stopped laughing finally, I grabbed my backpack and my journal and climbed out after everyone else.

"oh! Oh Gee! Can I show her to her room??" Frank asked excitedly, Gerard rolled his eyes.

"sure, make sure you take some of her stuff in,"

Frank lit up and did some crazy-jump-into-the-fuckin-air-kick thing and grabbed one of my three other bags. He grabbed my wrist, I winced slightly at the pressure on my cuts. Oh... Um.... Yeah, I-I sorta... self harm.... But thankfully he didn't notice and dragged me at a running pace to the house. It looked so much bigger now. Almost mansion-sized. He flung the door open and we stepped inside. It was very... Open. There was a lot of light, and a lot of art. Seriously, any art supply thing you could ever imagine. Littered every table surface. There was finished and half finished pictures everywhere. And I mean every where. We dodged drawings and colored pencils as he led me up the stairway, the walls were covered in comic-like framed drawings. Finally we reached the top of the steps. Three fucking floors, by the way. We came to a very short hallway, and I mean VERY short. It was just big enough to fit Frank and I. There was a closed door right in front of us, he motioned for me to open it. As soon as I did, I gasped. This is just too fucking amazing. My room consisted of the entire third floor. I stepped into the giant room and was taken aback, the bed was to my left, a king-size mattress with black quilts trimmed in red and gray. As a matter of fact, this entire room felt like something out of one of their music videos, or a Tim Burton movie. I looked to my right and saw two doors, one sat a-jar. I went to the slightly open one and stepped into it, I turned on the light and gasped again. A giant fucking bathroom. I swear to god, huge as fuck, like... You could fit two king-size beds in here and still have room. I turned the light and walked back out, in a bit of a shock. I walked over to the other door, and opened it. To no one's surprise it was a big-ass closet, just as big as the motherfucking bathroom. It was almost completely empty, with the exception of a few props I recognized from the Helena video. I damn-near cried when I came back out and saw everyone standing there watching me. I brought my sleeve covered hand up to my face again, and closed my eyes. I felt someone embrace me, I didn't fucking care who, I began to sob quietly. I've never had anything like this, ever. I've never even had my own room before. Usually I had to share with someone, whether it be a 'sister' or a 'brother' or some other shit like that. I just... I was speechless. I looked up to see that it was Gerard comforting me, I felt slightly relieved. I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"thank you, this is just.... This is fucking amazing," I managed to choke out through sobs. I stopped crying shortly after and pulled away. Gerard smiled down at me, one that I returned genuinely.

"aww...." Frank said, placing his hand over his heart.

"this is so fucking adorable! Father-daughter emotional stuff... It's just so..." he began, voice breaking. He opened his mouth to say more, but couldn't. Frank walked out of the room holding back tears. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, not loud enough for anyone but me to hear.

"I should probably get started on dinner, I'll leave you to get un-packed. When you're done, come down, okay?" Gerard said, I nodded my head, and with that they all left me alone. My stuff was sitting by the door. I grabbed all of the bags and dragged them into the over-sized closet and began to unpack. I could definitely see myself being happy here. Gerard seems cool, and I really like him so far. But at the same time, I kinda think this is a bit much. The room, everything. As I was unpacking my last bag I stumbled across my tin container. It's sort of a keep-sake thing, I decorated it with stickers of my favorite bands. Of course it consisted of mostly My Chemical Romance, but there was some Pencey Prep ones, and a couple of Green Day ones. I sat on the carpeted floor, and opened my sticker littered tin. In it was some pictures I've drawn, ones I didn't want anyone else to see, some photos of me and my biological family, money I've been saving up (I kinda want to get a tattoo), and of course... My trusty razor, extracted from a pencil sharpener so long ago. I pulled it out and studied it. It held so many bad memories, I'm not sure I could ever let them go. Then I felt it. I felt the urge. I wanted the high so bad... I pulled up my sleeve and cut into my forearm. I was so fixated on the pleasure from the pain that I didn't notice that Mikey had come into the room, he knocked softly on the doorframe. I silently thanked whatever forces were at work here, for the fact that I was too far into the closet for him to see anything.

"uh, yeah?" I asked,

"dinner is ready, I was forced to come up here and tell you..." he replied, I laughed a bit and smiled.

"okay, I'll be down in a minute,"

Mikey mumbled some sort of response and left the room. I carefully rolled down my sleeve, trying not to get blood on it, as I walked into the bathroom. I washed the blood off of my arm and dried it on a towel. I walked out of the bathroom and paused in front of the huge window that overlooked the even-bigger back yard. I smiled, the view was incredible... I rolled down my sleeve and trotted down the stairs where I somehow managed to get lost. How the hell did I wind up in the library? How the fuck can he even have a motherfucking library in here? This place is like a maze, I got lost amongst the books and picked one off the shelf. Romeo And Juliet. I've read versions of it, but never the original. This just happened to be the original. I found a comfy spot, a nice hiding place between two book shelves and the wall, with a nice touch of an oversized arm chair. I climbed into the hiding place behind the armchair and opened the book. I got halfway through and began to dose off...

Notes

here you go my lovely loyal readers;) anther blissful tale from my brilliant mind. to tell you the truth, I cried some while writing this. like, legit tears. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing this first chapter. I think this one will be updated every.... hmm... five subscribers? nah.... we'll do once or twice a week once it gets going a bit. anyway, if you liked this, please comment, rate and subscribe. oh, and if you are a first time reader of my fics and have enjoyed this, why don't you go check out some of my other work? I think this is my best so far... but who knows? you might disagree with me....

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~katiekilljoy<4