MCR, the Lost Singer (Discontinued)

Chapter 5: But the past ain't through with you

Ashley's POV

When I woke up, I heard a scuttling sound and the feeling of something crawling on my legs. That got me awake faster than you would believe. I opened my eyes open and looked down. There was the spider I had seen on my bed last night. It was looking at me. The spider was slowly crawling up my legs. I screamed and cried louder than I ever had before. I was screaming in fear when the door was flung open. Frank, Gerard, and Ray came running in, quickly followed by Mikey and Brendon. Brendon took one look at the spider and steered Frank out of the room. I was still screaming and crying when Ray ran over and flung the spider off of me and onto the floor. But the spider kept coming back towards me. It crawled onto my bare feet and I started screaming louder. "Get it off of me! Get it off of me! GeT IT OFF OF ME NOW!" 

Mikey pulled a cup out of nowhere and Ray flung the spider off of me again. I was in full-on panic attack mode. Mikey slammed the glass onto the spider, trapping it. Ray was finding something to put under the cup to keep the spider in its place. Mikey still had his hands strapped around the cup. Gee ran over to me. "Ashley! Keep calm! Stay calm. It's ok." He said. "Air!" I gasped out. "I can't breath!" I picked myself up and tore through the open door of my room. I ran through the living room and ripped open the door, desperate to get air. I was running out the door and I smashed headlong into someone. "Sorry!" I gasp out, still trying to get air into my lungs properly. "Hey kid, are you ok?" Someone said from above me. 

But I was too busy trying to get air that I didn't answer. Someone lifted my head up so I could see them. I had run into Patrick Stump. He was with Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, and Joe Trohman; AKA: Fall Out Boy. I looked up at them in awe, still unable to breathe properly. Patrick and Pete squatted down to my level and tried to help me breathe. "Just focus on my voice and Pete's hands, ok? Deep breaths. In two, hold two, out two." Patrick kept saying those words while Pete's hands ran up and down my back and the back of my neck in a soothing massaging way. Once I had control over my breathing again, I looked at Patrick and Pete. "Thank you," I whispered. "No problemo," Pete said. 

"What's your name?" Andy asked me. "Ashley McCoy," I responded. "Where do you live? Can we take you there?" Joe asked me. I shrugged hopelessly. "My stepdad kicked me out. I met Frank Iero and he helped me from there. I've stayed here the past day and a half." I said. They stared at me for a second. "I can believe that Brendon welcomed a teenage girl in his house without alcohol," Andy said. I snapped at him, "I'm not a girl." I said. I realized what I had done a second later. "Sorry. I get angry when people misgender me. I was born a girl but I'm actually a guy." I apologized. Andy shrugged it off. "It's ok. I've had people blow up at me more often than you think." He said. "So... You're Fall Out Boy, huh?" I asked. They grinned. "Yeah," Joe said. I smiled. "Are you guys here to see Brendon?" I asked. "Yeah," Pete responded. "And Frank, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray," Patrick said. I motioned for them to follow me and I walked up the driveway to Brendon's house. 

When we got inside I was bombarded with questions. "Ashley McCoy! Where have you been!?Bed empty! No note! With you gone -could have gotten jumped - out of our minds with worry - did you care? - Never as long as I've lived - you wait until Frank gets out here, we never had trouble from Gerard or Mikey or Ray -" "Golden Trio," I muttered under my breath. "YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF THEIR BOOKS!" Yelled Brendon as he prodded my shoulder with his finger. "You could have died, you could have been seen by Keith, you could have lost me my job-" It seemed to go on for hours. Brendon shouted himself hoarse before he turned on the members of Fall Out Boy, who backed away. "I'm very pleased to see you, Patrick, Pete, Andy, Joe." He said.

After everyone calmed down, we were all sitting in the living room. I was on the couch with Gerard, Mikey, Joe, and Andy while Patrick and Pete sat together on a chair together with Frank sitting on their laps. Brendon and Ray had been forced to sit on the ground. "Ok. There is a reason I brought all of us together. But we have to wait for everyone else to get here." Then, Dallon Weekes, Ryan Ross, and Spencer Smith walked in accompanied by Mike Fuentes, Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, and Jaime Preciado. I swear I almost squealed. Some of my favorite bands in the same room together. They looked around and spotted me. "What's up with the chick?" Vic asked cheekily.