Call Me Emo If You Want (Adopted by My Chemical Romance)

Happy Birthday

A week later

Gerard's POV

I wake up the next day and look at my clock. July 14 9:00 am. Today's the day! Paris' party is today and I can't wait. She's going to be so happy with the guest list... I hope. I mean, when we first talked to her, she rambled a bunch about her favorite artists, so I just invited who she said she liked.

Walking into Mikey's room, the first thing I notice is a second person in the bed. As I get closer, I realize it's Paris, snuggled up in Mikey's arms and I stand in shock. "What's going on in here!" I half shout.

The two look up at me groggily before scrambling up, Paris falling off the bed in the process. "I asked a question! Why were you two in the same bed!" I yell.

"I- I- I'm s-sorry. I- I just - I had a nightmare a-and nobody el-lse w-would wake up a- and I just-" Paris was now tripping over her words with tears running down her face. My face softened as I bent down and tried to comfort her, but she scrambled back and tried to get away.

Letting out a sigh, Mikey tossed the sheets off before going over to hold Paris in his arms in the floor. "You scared her, doofus," he says quietly before turning back to the poor shaking girl and whispering comforting words to her as she slowly calms down.

In shock, I mumble to Mikey that I'm going to go get the other guys for breakfast, and leave the room.

I don't get it. How can he have such a good relationship with Paris? I'm her dad! I should have the best relationship with her! Letting out an exasperated sigh, I step into Frank's room and begin the everlasting story of trying to get him awake.

Paris' POV

I sit in Mikey's lap for a while longer after Gerard leaves. "You know, you should tell them soon. He probably wouldn't have yelled at you like that if you had told them," Mikey whispers in my ear. "I know," I sigh. "I just don't want them to judge me though."

The boy behind me looks bewildered."Why would they judge you for what other people did to you?" he questions softly. I shrug my shoulders. "I guess you're right. I'll tell them today, after breakfast or something."

"I didn't want to rush you into telling them," Mikey explains himself. "I know you didn't, but Iv'e been here a week and I haven't told them yet and I feel like I'm lying to them, and I hate lying to people, so I'm going to tell them."

I get up and head out the door and make my way to the kitchen just as Ray is pulling a muffin tin full of Banana Nut muffins. "Mmmmmm, my favorite!" I exclaim and rush over just to get shooed away. "They just came out of the oven! Let them cool a bit," Ray says as I stick out my bottom lip in a pout.

I sulk over to the fridge and grab some milk and a glass from the cabinet next to it. "Milk and muffins?" Frank asks as he enters the kitchen. "Gross."

"No it's not! It's the only way I will eat a muffin," I explain as I set the milk back into the fridge.

"Guys, lets's just eat," Gerard groans at our childish bickering. "Okay!" I cheerily exclaim as I skip to my seat with a muffin in hand.

After breakfast, I sit in the living room with everyone. "Guys, can I talk to you?" I ask them shakily. "Yeah, 'course. What's up?" Frank says as he presses mute on the TV. "I- I'm ready to tell you about my, um, my p- past," I say even more shakily. All attention is turned to me after the words fall from my mouth.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, Paris," Frank says calmly. I shake my head. "I feel like I'm lying to you guy if I don't tell you, and it might make things easier, plus I'm ready," I explain to them with a small smile.

"It all started when my dad died. Everything changed. My mom resorted to drugs and alcohol to get her mind off of him. She snapped inside and she would throw parties every night, and would go to the bar everyday and would beat me and... yell, at me every other minute. My house wasn't safe for a kid. Then, she ran out of money, and saw me as a way out. She would sell me off every night. Men and women both would pay her for..." I choke on my tears and lean into Mikey's shoulder.

I wipe my tears and look up to see Ray, Frank, and Gerard sitting in their places with stunned looks on their faces. "So, that's why-" Gerard chokes up before continuing, "That's why you were so scared when I was yelling this morning?" He sounds like he's going to break any minute. I nod my head in shame. "Sorry I didn't tell you guys. I-" Ger- Dad, dad, cuts me off with a hug and everyone else slowly joins in. "Don't worry about it. I wouldn't have said anything either," Frank says in a comforting tone.

We pull away from the hug and dad says to me in a stern, yet playful, voice, "Go change. We're going out for a while." I stand up and salute before marching up the steps, leaving a laughing bunch of uncles and a dad behind.

I rush while getting dressed, excited to spend some time out of the house, cause we've not really gone out in the last week.

"Come on, lets go to the car. I'm ready to get out of the house a bit," I say giddily as I grab dad's arm and drag him to the garage.

Trying to hold back laughter, Frank unlocks the door and instructs us to get in. "So, what do you guys have in store today?" I ask. "We have some friends from high school that are in town this week and we're going to go visit them," Frank calls from the front seat. "What are their names?" I ask curiously.

The guys all physically hesitate before Ray speaks up. "Uh, Brandon, Peter, Patricia, Josie, and a few other people. They were a few friends from middle and high school." I nod my head warily. They weren't telling the truth, I could tell, but it must be important if they are lying.

We slow to a stop right in front of a five star hotel. "Come on, we told them we'd be here ten minutes ago," Mikey says as he grabs my arm and drags me into the lobby. "Where are we going? I thought we were going to see your friends?" I ask him. "We are, but I need to... go to the bathroom?" he tells me, as more of a question. "Can't you go to the bathroom on your own?" He looks back at me with a weird look that I can't even BEGIN to describe. "I like knowing someone is outside the bathroom?"

I let out a sigh and continue down the hall with him. He sends me a sorry smile for some reason, before entering the bathroom.

I stand outside the bathroom for about two minutes before Mikey steps out and starts dragging me in front of a new door of the hotel. "Stand here for exactly thirty seconds before coming in," he instructs before darting behind the doors.

1...2... This is so stupid... 6... 7... I don't get any of this... 12... 13... 14... The guys have been acting so strange today... 20... 21... 22... Why are they acting so strange?... 27... 28... 29... 30!

I walk in the door only to be attacked by a bunch of people shouting, "Happy birthday!!!!"

Before me stands every band I listen to, from All Time Low, to Mayday Parade. "Wha- wha...." I trail off as I look around the room full of band members. "Who? How?" Wait wait wait wait... It's my birthday today? Oh, yeah, it is...

I feel my face start to redden as I realize I'm standing in front of my favorite bands while looking confused, awkward, and redder than an embarrassed lobster. "Aw, don't be embarrassed! Let's party!" I hear someone say as they put their arm around my shoulder. I look up to see Brendon Urie smiling down at me. BRENDON FRICKING URIE! I shyly smile up at him and muster out a small 'hi' before going around and introducing myself to everyone. Best birthday ever!