The next morning I came down the stairs in a fog. The house smelled of fresh coffee and waffles. I followed the scent to the kitchen where I found Gerard and Frank sitting at the table.

"G'morning," Frank chirped, I groaned loudly. They both chuckled. I sat down at the table next to Frank. Gee placed a plate of waffleness in front of me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I thanked him then began picking apart my breakfast. I feel like shit and I have no clue why.

"you look like shit, just thought I'd point that out." Frank teased. I shot him a death glare, he looked at me terrified.

"not in the mood," I turned to Gerard, "gimme coffee?" I asked in a tone I knew made people 'aww' over me. I was rewarded with a cup of liquid gold being placed in front of me. I perked up and wrapped my fingers around the warm cup, bringing it to my lips and sipping the smooth sweetness. I placed my coffee back down onto the table, it made a small 'clink' as the ceramic and wood came together. I once again began picking at my waffles, eating slowly. It was only a few moments later that I noticed everyone was staring at me.

"what?" I said, looking around awkwardly. Gerard gave me a slightly distorted look of amusement, worry, and confusion mixed with concern.

"do you not like waffles?" he asked. I shook my head in response, then replied.

"no, I do. I don't usually eat breakfast... I generally wake up in a bad fog and can't function well enough to do anything for a few hours," I took another sip of my coffee then finished up my food, Gerard gave me a strange look then shook his head. I excused myself from the table and left to go take a shower. I am refusing to do shit today, so I'm just going to continue to wear my pajamas and not bother to get dressed properly.

I climbed the stairs and entered my room. I closed the door and walked into my bathroom, again closing the door. Sighing, I started the shower up and began to peel my clothes off. My fuzzy panda pajama bottoms fell to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I studied my battered feeling body in the mirror for a moment, then jumped into the warm shower. The water temperature melted the aches from my body, all of them from sleeping funny. I ran my black and blue hair through the shower stream, then poured a small amount of my strawberry scented shampoo into my hand. I gently massaged it into my hair and rinsed it out. I began to smooth the conditioner through my hair. Its scent matches my shampoo, and it feels homey. It's sweet and perfect. I then rinsed it from my hair and shut the shower off, stepping out into the coldness. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. I threw my clothes on and left the bathroom. I walked across the room and plopped down on my mattress. I layed there for a bit while I thought of what I should do for the remainder of the day. I checked the time, 12:30. damn, I still have all day. I sigh and reach underneath my pillow, retrieving my journal. I love to write as well as draw. I love writing poems, songs, fanfiction, you name it, I write it. But my favorite thing to write definitely is songs. Before my parents died my mother taught me to play piano, and it goes very well with the stuff that I write. Most of it is sad and slow, reflecting my true feelings. But I have written some more upbeat things. I open up my journal to my favorite song, one I titled 'always' (author's note: get ready for some panic! At the disco references). It's slow and perfect, I begin singing, knowing no one will be able to hear me.

"When the world gets too heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart
Like bad glue
On a get well card

It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know

I'm a fly that's trapped
In a web
But I'm thinking that
My spider's dead
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself
In thinking that I'm fine

It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know

That I'm skin and bone
Just a king and a rusty throne
Oh, the castle's under siege
But the sign outside says, "Leave me alone."

It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know
Blink back to let me know..."

I finish the song and was startled when Gerard commented.

"that was amazing, Cassy... Your voice is incredible..." he said, making me damn-near jump out of my skin.

"holy shit! Knock much?"

"you aren't naked and/or showering,"

"still! Chick with anxiety plus getting the shit scared out of her, DOES NOT MIX,"

Gerard chuckled, he walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. He pulled my small yet muscular frame onto him so that I was sitting in his lap. Such a fatherly and lover-like gesture, it almost feels wrong. We wrapped our arms around each other, making me sigh and lean my head on his chest.

"you're beautiful, you know that? Just thought I'd put that out there, you look like you don't hear it enough," he began.

Me? beautiful? Damn, this guy must be fucking crazy. I know for a fact that I am not beautiful or attractive in anyway, I'm not even adorable in the way that most 'scene' kids are. My cheeks are too chubby and my thighs are too fat, I don't even have a thigh gap.

"no, I'm not." I managed to whisper, he froze next to me, acting as though I just said I'd committed murder.

"what?" he whispered in response.

"I'm not beautiful, I'm not attractive, I'm not even cute. I'm an ugly motherfucker, and I've made peace with that."

I swear to god, I didn't even think it was physically possible for Gerard to get that pissed, but somehow he did.

"you don't think you're beautiful? Cassy, you are the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid eyes on. You should never be okay with thinking that you're 'ugly' because you're not. You're perfect, and I'm not the only one who thinks so. Frank, Bob, Ray, and Mikey think you're beautiful. If anyone ever-" he was cut off by the sound of my sobs, Gerard stopped his rant and pulled me closer to his chest. I buried my face into his shirt and cried violently. He shushed and rocked me, patting my back and telling me it's okay. The world is crumbling down, I can feel it. I hugged Gee closer, his embrace was warm and welcoming.

"Cassy, tell me what's wrong... For real. Please?" he asked, I caught my breath and finally answered him.

"no one's ever told me I was beautiful before,"

He stared at me with utter shock, then pulled me back to look at my tear-stained face.

"you are beautiful. This ends our discussion. If you have any objections to the matter, I will have Frank come in here and tickle you horribly," he finished. I couldn't really help but smile at that last part, oh how he could be so 'threatening'. Gerard then looked me up and down, noticing my still pajama-wearing state.

"uh, you should probably get dressed. We're going to meet up with Brian later,"

I sighed and got up from my comfy spot on his lap, stumbling slightly to the closest where I changed into a pair of dark blue skinneys, a Green Day tee, and a plain black jacket (one that I was planing to silver sharpie the shit out of). I emerged from the closet and found Gerard laying on my bed, snooping through my journal.

"hey!" I shouted, snatching it from him.

"but you're a amazing writer..." he smiled evilly, "do you generally write Frerard? Or do you write Frikey too?"

My face turned beet red, I muttered a 'go to hell' and ran down the stairs, Gerard trailed closely behind me. I hit the bottom step, and came face-to-face with Frank. I screamed, seeing as he just popped up out of no where, and he shocked me quite a bit. Frank held back laughter, and I damn-near punched him in his face.

"it's not funny." I stated seriously, Frank was now in fits of laughter.

"oh god, but it is!" he laughed. Gerard was now behind me, wearing a questioning expression.

"what's going on?" he asked, I continued to glare at Frank.

"stop it," I demanded through gritted teeth, but he just kept laughing. Alright motherfuckers, shits bout to get real. I balled up my fist, getting angrier and angrier, until finally I completely lost it. My fist flew through the air and collided with Frank's cheek. He immediately stopped laughing and fell backwards onto the floor. He stared up at me in shock and awe. Guilt immediately washed over me at the sight of the already forming bruise on his perfect face. Gerard and I helped the still shocked Frank off the ground.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked while hugging him. Apparently he wasn't shocked anymore, seeing as he let out a slight chuckle. He turned to Gerard.

"looks like we don't need Brian as a bodyguard anymore, we'll just have them piss off your daughter," he said smiling.

"yeah, we'll just have to find a way to get her to stop apologizing so much," Gerard agreed. I let out an annoyed huff and walked into the kitchen to get Frank an ice pack, he followed me and took the cold pack from my hands, pressing it directly onto his face.

"I'm sorry..." I said once again. He pulled me into a one-armed hug and kissed the top of my head.

"you're fine, it's my fault. I should have stopped laughing," he said.

"dude, that's Gona leave one hell of a bruise... You don't care that I punched you?"

"nope. And now we know why you've been to so many homes before us. You're such a violent motherfucker,"

~

Gerard, Frank, and I pulled up to Mikey's house. The rest of the guys and Brian were apparently congregating inside. Why I had to come, I have no idea. They don't need me here, I'll just be a waist of space. We got out of the car and walked up to the door, Where we were met by Bob. He let us inside and followed us into the living room where everyone else was sitting.

"so, this must be Cassy," the one unfamiliar person in the room- whom of which I presumed to be Brian, said.

I gave him a slight smile, then was attacked from behind by Bob and Ray. They lifted me up and I immediately began to swear at them.

"uh... That's not the best idea guys..." Frank began.

"oh yeah... How so?" Bob said, smiling like theres no tomorrow.

"you see this?" Frank pointed to the now fully formed black and blue bruise on his cheek, "she gave me this earlier,"

Both Ray and Bob got horrified expressions on their faces and immediately set me back down onto the ground. They backed away slowly, and I couldn't help but smile a bit. Brian cleared his throat.

"well, now that we know Gerard's new daughter is going to kill us all, we should probably start discussing your newest album," he said. My ears perked up.

"new album? As in, new music?" I asked excitement slipping through my words.

"uh, yeah... Wh-"

"NEWMUSICOHMYGODICANTEVEN-" I jumped up and down, screaming and fangirling. Everyone was staring at me in confusion, obviously completely unaware that their lead singer adopted a crazy fangirl... Well... they're aware now...

"really?? New music?? Holy shit!!" I squealed over and over again, until finally Gerard stood in front of me and held me down by placing his hands on my shoulders. He chuckled a bit then spoke.

"well if I had know you were such a huge fangirl, I would have prepared myself," he said smiling widely. I blushed horribly, then calmed down completely. I have a feeling this is Gona be an awesome day...

Notes

HOLYSHITBITCHESIMBACKOHMYGODICANTEVEN- I'm back!! WITH WEAPONS! my ipod is finally fixed, so I can actually update with real chapters. please comment below, rate, and subscribe. I'm going to try and update more frequently, but I've been kinda busy lately. if there are any typos or spelling mistakes I'm sorry. I wanted to get this here as fast as possible so I didn't do the extensive editing that I usually do for chapters and stuff.

carry on sexy beasts,
~katiekilljoy<4