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

Thank You

I've made more friends at this party then in my entire life, which is kinda sad, but good in the sense that I made friends. Patrick Stump is the best person to rant to, if Brendon Urie smiles, you do too, Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley give the best hugs EVER, Pete Wentz is everyone's bestfriend, Tyler Joseph can tell the best jokes, Josh Dunn is probably the sweetest person you will ever meet... I just wish I could have met these people sooner. They truly are some amazing.

"Alright everybody!" Dad yells as he stands on one of the chairs. "Time for presents!" I start blushing like mad. I haven't had an actual birthday, where I open presents in front of people and stuff like that, in about ten years, maybe longer.

Pretty soon, I'm being moved to the center of the room where there are three piles of gifts, all taller than me. "Go on, don't be shy now," Pete says as he gives me a last shove so I'm now in the center on the room with Dad sitting there with a big smile on his face.

"I, um, I can't accept all these! I just met you guys today!" I squeak with embarrassment. "They came here on their own accord. We simply invited them and they said they would come, so they want you to have the gifts," Frank says as he pulls up a chair and shoves me to sit down as Mikey shoves a present in my hand.

"N- no," I say nervously as I shove the gift back into his hands. "Yes." "No." "Yes!" "No!" "YES!" "NO!"

Someone from the crowd shouts, "Just tie her to the chair!" in a playful voice. I don't take it playfully though, no. That's what some drunk would say after he payed my mom for me to... and I would put up a struggle.

I squeak and fall out of my chair. Tears threatening to spill, I shove my way away from the guys mumbling almost silent protests of the rope.

"Whoever said the rope idea can leave. NOW!" Mikey says as he makes his way over to me. I try to shove my way away but someone grabs me from behind. I shriek in protest and try to squirm away.

They wrap their arms around me, tucking my arms in their grip and start whispering to me, "Hey, hey. Calm down. You're okay. Nobody's going to tie you up. You're perfectly safe." I soon recognize the voice as Joe and begin to slowly calm down.

With a tear streaked face, I look around at everyone, probably redder than an embarrassed lobster for the second time today. "Sorry everyone. You can go back to your hotel rooms. We'll talk to you guys later," Ray says as he starts moving people towards the door.

"Okay, why did you freak out like that?' Mikey questions softly as he sits next to me. "You could tell Mathew (A/N: From the 1975) was kidding." "All I want to say is that I've heard people say that about me before and they weren't kidding."

Ray, Frank, Mikey, and my Dad all take a sharp breath. "Paris, you never told us it was that bad," Frank says softly. "Well, it's over now. I don't have to see them ever again."

"I'm going to go clean up."

I get up and ignore the looks of sympathy I get as I walk out the door.

Making my way to the bathroom I get stopped by Andy. "What was that?" he asks in a concerned voice. "I just, I, um, panic attack," I stutter out. I would really rather not explain my past twice in one day. "I get that, but why? Mathew was just joking."

I let out a sigh. "It has to do with my past and I don't really like talking about my past," I explain softly. "What could have been so bad that..." he trailed off, putting pieces together and figuring out some story in his head. "Yeah. Well, I'm going to go to the bathroom."

I rush down the hallway, ignoring everyone that tries to stop me.

When I reach the bathroom, I lean against the door and let out a big breath. What am I going to do? I think to myself.

I know it's short, but it's all I had at the moment.