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

Drop It Please

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!

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Paris' POV

The school day was fine. I had some cool teachers and the classes are all pretty small, so talking won't be that bad. I kinda made a friend in a way. She sent me an email during one of our classes when it got really boring and it turns out that she's pretty funny.

I had to sit on the bus most of the day when the guys were in an interview. There was a bodyguard with me while they were, for obvious reasons, but I still wasn't too comfortable being here without them yet. Again, this is for obvious reasons.

They still don't know that my mom was our Uber driver... I think anyways. They haven't asked me about it or anything. And they're not acting like they suspect anything's wrong, so I think it's all fine...

Gerard's POV

"Thank you guys so much for coming on the show," the interviewer smiled, shaking our hands as we got up to leave.

"Oh, yeah. It's always great to be here," Ray smiled back as he shook her hand.

That was the last interview we had until the end of the tour, meaning more time to spend with Paris.

Thankfully we weren't too far from the bus today and we got back quickly because we were all exhausted. They had us doing a bunch of weird activities during the interview, which is fine and everything... if there is only like, two activities. We did at least seven different things, most of which probably won't even make it into the final video.

"Paris I'm home!" Frank shouted, kicking his shoes onto the tray we keep at the front of the bus.

"Shut up I'm learning!" Paris yelled back with a laugh.

I really hope she was on mute for that and not actually talking to her class.

"Man she's a cool kid," Frank laughs as he throws himself on the couch. "I'm glad you picked her, G."

"Yeah, I am too." I smiled as I walked back to my bunk, which was kinda a pointless move, seeing as there was no way I was going to get any sleep.

I still couldn't stop thinking about Paris crying in that green room the other day, though. There was absolutely no way it was over a dog video. First, I remember her saying on the way there that she forgot her phone; second, she was stuttering the entire time she said why she was crying, meaning she was making it up as she went.

It could be that she had an anxiety attack about being in the same city as her mom, but she should tell us that kind of stuff so we can make sure she takes her medicine and is able to work past it.

The real thing I'm stuck on is if I should ask her about it. I don't want to be overbearing and seem like I'm all up in her business and everything, but I also need to make sure she's alright.

Maybe Mikey'll know what to do. Or maybe Ray.... He always gives good advice.

"Or just confront her about it. It's part of parenting," the little voice in my head tells me. I should probably just listen to it...

Paris' POV

"Knock knock," I hear as the curtain to my bunk opens up.

"You're not busy, are you?" my dad asks as he stands next to me.

"Nope. I just finished my homework." I shut my laptop and turn to him. "What's up?"

When I finally look at him, I can tell he's nervous. He's rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and pulling on the hem of his shirt with the other.

"We need to talk about something..." he states quietly.

"What is it?" I was nervous now. Was he going to send me back home? Was I too much to handle during the tour? Was he going to-

I stopped breathing for a second... What if he was going to send me back to the orphanage? I can't go back there. I won't survive there.

"Come with me to the front of the bus so the other guys can hear this..." He looked like he was about to pass out. He was visibly shaking. This isn't good. I'm going back. He hates me. It's probably because of my anxiety. I'm too much to handle. He-

"Paris, why were you crying in the green room the other day?"

Gerard looked at me, tears in his eyes. I looked at the other guys for their support, but they were giving me almost the exact same look. They knew there was something wrong. They knew. What am I supposed to tell them now? I can't lie anymore, but I can't tell them the truth.

"I- um... I was... I-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I didn't even know what the sentence was going to be, but I couldn't say anything. Maybe if I just stand here long enough, everyone will move on. The topic will be dropped from any conversation. It won't be mentioned ever again. It'll all be over. We're leaving the city tomorrow night anyway. I won't have to worry about her again after this.

"Paris. Tell us now." Gerard's voice was rigid. He wanted an answer. He deserved an answer. An actual one, anyway. They all did.

"I just... I had an anxiety attack. A kinda bad one. It wasn't terrible and it isn't a big deal so please, please, please, drop it. I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay?"

With that, I stormed back to my bunk, tears running down my cheeks.

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Author's Note:

Hey everybody! I'm (kinda sorta) updating again, which is always fun, right?

In all seriousness though, the last little bit of life has been tough for me. My home life isn't that great with my brother and my mom are having issues with each other (a lot of screaming matches are involved in these issues), school just started this past week (July 23rd was my first day) and boy is that rough. I have three AP classes this semester, one of them being Calc AB and I actually might die of stress this year, if I'm being honest. I took a test this week on pre-requisite materials and I think I got like... a D, so we'll see how Calc goes. On top of all of this, though, I'm the team leader of the robotics team I'm on, which was great when I got the job, and then a bunch of people left and we're broke and it sucks and so yeah, life's real shitty right now.

I know it probably feels like I'm making a new excuse every chapter as to why I'm not updating, but I don't really know how to function right now, so we'll see how everything goes.

I will try to update when I can, seeing as writing is a bit of a stress reliever for me, but I don't know if this story will be the one I update.

Again, I'm so sorry,

Kelley Ann