Catch me if I fall

Karamel's P.O.V

"Heyyyyyyy Kalenbatchhhhhhh." Jordan motherfucking Monroe smirks. What the FUCK is he doing here?! I can't even move halfway across the world without some dipshit following me.
"J-jordan? What are you doing here..?!" I say, trying not to sound like I'm panicking.
"Oh! So you two already know each other?" Stella chirped.
"In a way." Jordan grinned. I slowly stood up and tucked my phone into my hoodie pocket then move up towards everyone else.
"And! Karamel! These are some of our other friends!" Basbi said, moving next to me and pointing at three other people ; Two boys and one girl.
"This is Axel," Stella said, pointing at the tallest boy with black hair and blue eyes. He softly said 'Hey' with a smile. "He's shy." Stella explained. Shortly after, I saw a small blush appear on his face. I gave him a smile and he smiled back.
"And this is the notorious Wolfgang!" Basbi said with a huge smile, pointing at the slightly shorter, but still very tall, boy who had a mohawk that faded from black to a vibrant blue. He gave me a wink and I chuckled.
"Lastly, we have Colette!" Both the girls say at the same time. The other girl has auburn hair and a very pretty smile. We wave to each other and Basbi says, "You can probably tell by her name that she isn't German. She's from France!" I give a small 'ah!' from realization and Colette laughs. Once we introduced ourselves, we began to walk to the city. I made sure to keep my distance from Jordan, though. Even though he was acting normal and pretty cool, I didn't let my guard down. He could be just like my dad.

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Mikey's P.O.V

I sigh as I tape the box shut. Once Karamel gave me her address, Gerard, Frank, Ray, Bob and I decided to put together a box of memories that we had from when she was still here. A few photos of all of us together, a letter that Ivy wrote to her, a rather small snow globe of Belleville, and a few other things. It turned out to be a pretty big box too. Since she left, I haven't relly been myself. I'm always quite and usually spend my time either studying, or just playing bass. I guess it's kinda like a form of withdrawal.

We're all kinda growing 'accustomed' to Ivy now, too. We're all really great friends, but it would be better if Karamel was here with us. She's a great girl though. We like the same kind of music, she's just as big as a manic for comic books as Gerard, and she is incredibly good at guitar.
As I pick up the box and move it next to the door so I won't forget to take it to the postal office, an idea pops into my head and I run into the hallway closet to tske out another smaller box and begin to fill it up with mementos.

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Karamel's P.O.V

We had just made it to Kurfürstendamm, a city west of Berlin, when we decided to stop for coffee at what seemed to be a German version of Starbucks. We picked out a table inside and decided on what we would order.
"Karamel! Can you stay here with Jordan while we go order? We don't want someone stealing our table." Colette asked softly. I could actually feel myself go pale at the though of being left alone with Jordan, even witht them being 10 feet away.
"S-sure." I answered anxiously, as Jordan sat in front of me. She left then, leaving me in a cold sweat in front of the one boy inhated with the passion of a thousand Arabian suns.

"So, Karamel, how are you?" Jordan smiled.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"I have family over here you know." He laughed. "So have you told them? About you being the biggest dick choker in Jersey?"
"Shut the hell up! And no, I haven't. I don't want them to feel uncomfortable with me." I spat.
"It's probably too late for that sugar." He said as they sat down with our coffee. I cringed as he used the pet name Gerard gave me.

Notes

ayy lmao
holY CRAP IT HAS SERIOUSLY BEEN 5 FRIGGIN MONTHS SO SO SO SORRY AHHHHH

p.s I know this is a hella short chapter (I might update later if I get enough comments idk) but please work with me.

soon...
~xoxo Sgt. Bubbles