I groan tiredly as the American heat slaps me in the face.
What a lovely welcome to my new home.
I barely got any sleep on the way here. I feel like shit. Hopefully I'm going to be able to get some sleep before I start work.
And some access to haircare products.
I check out my surroundings as I walk to the airport. Oh good, lots of palm trees. That's a nice change from British oaks. A wave of homesickness floods over me. Surely it's too soon to miss the UK! I gather my feelings together and fake a smile. There, feeling better already. I make my way to baggage claim, picking up the suitcase that smells of home. And the perfume Allie blitzed it with when she borrowed it.
Humph.

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I walked down the corridor of the exit, seeing people be greeted by families. I was told that there would be someone waiting for me to take me to the tour bus. I do a quick scan around, and see my name being held up by
Oh my GOD, they sent Mikey Way to collect me?!
*fuckshitfuckshitfuckshitWHATDOIDOfuckshitfuckshitfuckshit*
I jog over, and can barely contain my insane joy. It isn't a dream!
'Hi! You must be Catherine.' Mikey says.
'Y-yeah, t-that's me...' I blush furiously at my stuttering.
Mikey cracks a grin at my embarrassment, saying 'I'm sorry the other guys aren't here, I'm the only early-riser.'
I reply 'oh god it's fine! How early is it anyway?' Goddamn jet lag.
'Its 6:30 am. There was no hope of getting any of them up.' Mikey laughs quietly at his own band members laziness, 'Anyway, do you wanna get to the tour bus?'
'Yes! I mean, sure...' Keep your cool, Kat.
'The car we've been allotted is just over here,' He points to a sleek black car, 'Make yourself comfy, here are the keys. I need to contact Houston' He hands me the keys, smiling as he gets out his phone to call his tour manager or whatever.
I take the keys and wander over to the beautiful car. Just before I get in, I watch him making the phone call. If I try hard enough, I could probably just make out the words. I get in, and roll the window down.
'Yeah! She seems like a cool kid all ready, a kobra kid! Oh… can I hear Frankie in the background? What ishe doing?! Put him on then… Oh hey Frank! Yeah, she's cool… NO FRANK! Are you always looking for a girlfriend, god, she's nice, but I'm not sure if she will want you!'
Bloody hell, this is so weird…
'Anyway, Boss, she seems like she will be brilliant. She..'
He's turned around to look at me. Oh crud he's seen me listening to the conversation! His face looks surprised for a moment, then he smiles at me.
'... Is vey inquisitive. I need to go now guys, we will be back soon!'
He walks over to the car, and gets in behind the wheel. His smile endures as he looks at me. I hope he isn't annoyed.
'Well Frank is quite quick, isn't he?' I say quietly, trying to make a title joke.
He rolls his eyes and lets out a defeated sigh.
'Not much we can do about it. But, if you ever feel like he isn't being, um, professional, just say and Ray knows how to deal with him.'
I am reassured by his response and look up to smile at him.
He grins really widely back and presses down on the gas.

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The car journey was fun, me and Mikey get on really well. That's right bitch, we are epic Kobra's together! We are parked in front of the bus. All around us are busy roads. Oh, the high life of Hollywood! I honestly can't wait to meet the guys. But I am really tired, and Mikey can tell as we get out of the car. I stare as hard as I can in wonder at the HUGE tour bus, but my eyes are closing of their own accord.
'Kattie? Do you need to get to a bunk?' He asks quietly.
I sigh and nod in resignation. My whole body feels like its made of stone.
'Okay. You will be sleeping with us on the tour bus as part of our travelling crew, might as well introduce you to your bed.' Mikey says as he starts to help drag my body to the bunk.
Entering the bus, I smell a strong waft of BOY. Well that will have to be sorted out! I remember that there is ferbreeze in my bag and I smile. These guys may be rockers, but a little bit of domestication won't hurt. Ha, that's the package of having a girl on the bus.
Man this way going to be fun.
'There they are. Your one is first on the right, top bunk' Mikey pushed me me forward and I thanked him mentally for the momentum. I climb the steps to the top, and fall asleep on top of the covers.

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I faintly hear a voice coming from next to me as I drift into reality.
'She looks quite frail, can she really protect us? She is so small.'
I recognise that voice. It games from a fluff-clad head. Another voice chimes in,
'Yeah, cute too!' This one, though is coming from above me, from a man with stretchers and who could be called fun ghoul. I vaguely realise that there is someone on my legs. Oh my god they are IN MY BED. I let out a scream and knee upwards to where I think the groin is and blindly push the figure off the top bunk.
As I wake my brain up I remember where I am. And who I am with. Shit
'Oh wow. I take it back, she can defend us!' The voice is Ray, and he is practically on the floor, already collapsing with laughter with Gerard. I realise every member of my favourite band is around my bunk and laughing very hard.
Except for Frank Iero. Who is on the floor. In pain.
'Oh my god I am so sorry! I didn't mean... I would never' I start to say, but Gerard interrupts with a smile that is already familiar.
'Don't be sorry, Catherine, he was being a pervert.'
The other boys all start to agree, until Frank moans from the floor. Mikey kneels down to help him up, and he groans, but still manages to wink at me.
'I like tough girls'
I blush furiously, and Gerard swipes him of the head.
'I think you will need to get up now' Ray Toro says to me. I take his outstretched hand and jump down onto the floor. I let him step in front of me, and follow him to the kitchen area.

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