There was Mikey, curled up in a fetal position in a corner of the living room with my mom towering above him and wielding a frying pan. Gerard and I glanced at each other and burst out in laughter, thus causing my mom to turn around and stare at us like we were crazy.

"Ellen! Get away from him! Did he touch you?" She screamed frantically, waving the frying pan around as she did so.

"No, mother! Now step away from the cowering man and put down your weapon. This is Gerard and Mikey, they're from My Chemical Romance and there's been a slight misunderstanding due to bad communication." I explained, coaxing my mom away from poor, frightened Mikey. She looked at me thoughtfully before taking a few steps back and slightly lowering the frying pan from its attack postion.

"Sorry for intruding. I'm Gerard." Gee stepped forward and shook my mother's hand and then Mikey did the same.

"See, this actually used to be Mikey and I's home, we lived with our parents Donna and Donald. I guess they sold it while we were on tour with our band and they didn't inform us. So, we just got back home for the last concert of the tour this Friday and we walked in to find your daughter. Now, we're just trying to call them and figure out what happened." Gerard explained. My mom nodded.

"Oh, alright. Have you called them yet?" She asked, Gee glanced over at Mikey who sighed.

"Yeah, I called mom's phone and she and dad decided to go on vacation. They'll be in France for the next two weeks. They sold the house and bought one on the other side of town, but the family isn't moving out until next week so they went on a one and a half month tour of Europe. All of our stuff is in one of those storage places and they have the key to it with them in Europe. They didn't mention it because they wanted it to be a surprise and forgot when we were coming home. So we're going to have to get a hotel for the next two weeks." Mikey told us. Gerard groaned.

"Leave it to them to do something crazy like that and leave us outta the loop. Mikey, it is now your duty to find us a hotel. Or, we could always crash at Frank's place."

"Dude, are you kidding me? He just got home from tour too, Jamia and him are gonna be all like 'bang, bang, bang' for the next month! I don't want to be scarred by that!" Mikey yelled, looking terrified causing Gerard and I to burst out laughing.

"Ray?" Gerard suggested after we regained our composure.

"Has Christa." Mikey finished looking aghast once more.

"Are we the only lame single people in the band?!"

"Nope, Bob, but he's in Chicago until Friday morning. Also, I have a wife, Alicia, but she's on tour right now. Hence, you're the only lame, single, and oldest man in the band." Gee glared at Mikey.

"Thanks for the self-esteem boost there Michael. Now, go do what I said and find a hotel." Mikey scoffed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, muttering what sounded like unpleasant death threats involving anuses and cacti under his breath.

"You know, I feel bad about this whole ordeal, and this was your house first. So, why don't you guys stay here? Really, and I know that Ellie won't mind." My mom added a giggleand a wink in my direction to her last comment causing me to blush once more.

"No, we couldn't impose." Gee said kindly.

"I insist!" My mom replied, shaking her head and grinning at me.

"Okay! I call the couch!" Mikey yelled before jumping on said piece of furniture. I laughed and Gerard rolled his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. His oh-so-sexy lips. Averting my eyes from Gerard's mouth before getting too excited led me to see my mother flashing me a knowing smirk. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Where does that leave Gerard?" I asked my mom, she grinned and winked.

"In your room, of course." I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. I guess I should have expected it, she'd been attempting to get me dating for the past couple of years, she's actually asked me on several occasions if I'm attracted to women. I'm sorry that I've been an outcast all of my life and unable to obtain a boyfriend, or at least a decent one. I stuck my tongue out at her childishly before grabbing one of Gerard's suitcases and dragging it down to my room. He soon copied my motions and followed me down with the rest. Oh, boy.