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

Chapter Twenty-Five: All the Rest

This is the biggest birthday gift I could've ever received. Mikey and I agreed, before the others got here, that we would not tell them until I am starting to show, and that will interfere with one of the gigs. So I am going with them, like old times. But today, Today Mikey and I will have to hide it. And for the rest of the month.

Around 9:30 Gerard gets here. His arms are piled high with gifts and many times I tell he he didn't have to get me anything, let alone all that. But he always denies it and says, "You're my little sister. I did have to get you all this." and he leaves me blushing.

At about 10:00, Ray arrives, with his gift and again, I am left blushing in the doorway.

Fifteen minutes later, at 10:15, Frank arrives also with his gift, and for the last and final time, I am most definitely left blushing. The living room table is covered in gifts, that I don't feel I deserve, but are mine anyway. Half of them are from Mikey and I take him aside.

"Honey, you don't-"

"Hey." He puts a finger to my lips. "Don't protest. Please. This is your day. I want you to be happy." His eyes flick towards my stomach.

"I am happy." I whisper. I look up at him, pleading with my eyes. "Can't we tell them today? I know I said I didn't want to but-" I stop shirt as Frank walks around the corner and looks at us.

"You guys okay?" He asks.

"Yes." I smile and walk back to the kitchen. The door bell rings. I walk to it and turn to the knob, pulling it open. Lizzy tackles me, bringing me to the ground and she falls on top of me.

"Happy Birthday!!!!" She squeals. Heath is standing, now above us. He has three gifts and he steps over us and sets them down on the table. Mikey walks over and helps me to my feet, then I pull Lizzy up. She slips over to my side. "Jared sent one with us." She whispers in my ear. I look at her.

"Really?"

"Yeah." I look down, a sinking feeling in my stomach. What's happening. Jared just said he...hated me."Hey you okay?" Lizzy put and hand on my shoulder. I glance up at her. Without answering I walk, almost run, over to Mikey. I seize his hand and drag him to our bedroom. I shut the door and I lock it. I pull him into the bathroom, which is the farthest away from the door, a place where we will not be over heard. I shut and lock that door too. I let go of his hand and walk over to the toilet, sitting down on the top. I raise my shaking hands to my head as the tears begin to fall. He leans up against the wall.

"Pierce. What..."

"Jared." I say.

"What?"

"He sent a gift along with Lizzy and...and Heath."

"And?"

"And he told me he hated my last week."

"Oh, baby. I...I..."

"You don't know what to say." I gasp, my hair plastered to my face.

"No. I'm...sorry?"

"No." I say, using the corner of my sleeve to dry my face. "Don't be. I'm just....so confused. I don't know what he wants. I want to be his friend and he seems to hate me. Now this." I sigh and stand up. I walk over to him and I walk straight into Mikey's open arms. We stand like that, in the corner of the bathroom. "I want to tell Liz." I sigh. "But I won't. I can't. I'm going to wait for the first ultra sound. Then I'll give them each a copy of the picture."

"Okay, okay." I step away and blink the rest of the tears out of my eyes.

"Tell them I'll be right out." I say and open the door for him. He slides out and I shut the door again. I place my hands on the sides of the sink and lean over. I lift my head and stare into the mirror. My eyes are red. I turn on the faucet and fill my hands with water, leaning down and splashing my face. It feels good, cold. I do it again and again, until the front of my shirt is drenched and my hair is plastered to the sides of my face. I swallow, grabbing the towel from the rack and I press my face into it, drying my cheeks. Then setting the towel back on the rack, I open the door and walk across the room. I click the lock and pull open the door. I walk outside, pulling my hair back into a loose ponytail. I walk into the kitchen.