I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter Twenty-Two: I know my Neighbors

We don't have much to move in, as we lived mostly on the tour bus these past...well...this past year or so and so we just gather all of my little things from the bus and we leave. Mikey doesn't have a tour for about a month, so we do have time to move in, that is, if we aren't attacked by dracs. We are going to the store to pick up most of our furnishings and other things. We are taking the master bedroom on the main floor, which happens to be big enough for Mikey and I to share with Gerard, Lyn-z, Bandit, Frank, Jamia, Cherry, Lily, Ray and Krista to sleep in. Well, maybe not that many people, but it's big.

We get everything bought and settled in in about two weeks, which is a pretty good speed. I am just settling into my new bed as Mikey is brushing his teeth when something comes to my mind. Lizzy and Heath and....Jared. I wince as if the memory of him actually pained me. Mikey slips under the sheets and looks at me.

"Oh god. What hurts now?"

"No. Nothing." I say, thinking I should probably call them. "I was just thinking about...Lizzy and Heath and...well Jared."

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling me into a hug.

"I dunno. I mean. After I saw Jared that time when I was pregnant, well, he was really angry at me and I...I do still want him to be my friend. I don't know if that is what he wants though. I mean, he was a really good friend. And I wanted to keep it that way, but he loved me, and I just wanted to be friends."

"I know." Mikey grins and kisses my forehead. "I've heard the story before."

"I'm sorry. I just...I need to talk to them."

"Then go," Mikey says. "Go call them." I smile at him and grab my phone from the side table, jumping out of bed and walking out to the living room, dialing Lizzy's number. I pace in front of the couch. Pick up Lizzy. Please. You've got to pick up. Pick up.

"Hello?"

"Lizzy!" I breathe, relieved.

"Oh my gosh, Pierce! Why haven't you called! I thought you died or something."

"I almost did."

"What?"

"I got shot."

"Again?" I can hear a hint of laughter in her voice.

"I miss you Lizzy." I sigh, collapsing onto the couch. "I need to see you."

"Where are you now?"

"New York. Mikey and I bought a house." There is a pause.  "Lizzy?"

"Where is New York?" She asks, her voice urgent.

"Lizzy, what the-"

"Pierce, please. Just tell me what fucking neighborhood you are living in." I narrow my eyes, confused.

"Lizzy?"

"Pierce! I'm serious, please!"

"Manhattan." I whisper. Lizzy gasps and it sounds like she drops her phone, for there is a great amount of clattering on the other end. "Lizzy, are you okay?"

"Pierce where in Manhattan?"

"Lizzy, what is this for?"

"Just tell me!"

"North end. Why?" Another gasp. She muffles the end of the phone and sounds like she's talking to someone else. Heath?

"House Number?"

"357. Lizzy-"

"Oh my god." She breathes.

"What? Lizzy! What is it? Tell me. Lizzy!"