We'll carry on

What's your favorite color, Punk?

We pulled up to a large bus lot, and I saw a huge black tour bus waiting for us. It was heavily guarded by security, as was to be expected.

 Gerard took my hand as I got out of the car and squeezed it reassuringly-he obviously saw the nerves melting over my face- and led me onto the bus smiling. The bus was incredible. While it was parked it expanded in the living room area, giving them more space. As you walked on to the bus, you saw of course the lounge area, a medium sized, fully functioning kitchen, and then a narrow hall with bunk beds on either side of the hall, and finally a rest room in the back. It was pretty cluttered and messy, but it had a very home-like feel.

 On the couch by the T.V., sat in this order; Frank Iero, Mikey Way, and Ray Toro. The three other people who saved my fucking life. They were playing what looked like Call of Duty: Black Ops.

 “MOVE!! Get out of the fucking way! You’re going to get killed!” Frank shouted at Mikey as her hovered over his Xbox controller.

 “God-Damnit! You killed me you asshole!” Mikey growled at Ray.

 “Hey man, Frankie tried to warn you.” Ray snickered.

 “Uh-hum!” Gerard cleared his throat. The guys turned their attention to us. All of their eyes shot from Gerard to our hands to my fear filled face.

 “Hey Gee, who is the pretty girl hiding behind you?” Mikey asked flipping his blonde hair from his eyes.

 “Guys, this is Stormy, She’s a fan and a friend of mine now. I caught her at Starbucks. Literally.” I giggled shyly. It was funny that he literally did find me a catch.

The guys all stood up and smiled at me while Gerard pulled me carefully from behind him. I smiled and waved at them. Frank was the first to approach me. He wrapped me up in a huge bear hug, lifting me from the ground beneath me. I hugged him back just as tightly around his shoulders.

Mikey hugged me, keeping my feet firmly on the floor and kissed my cheek. “Nice to meet you, Stormy, I’m Gerard’s brother, Mikey.” I smiled warmly at him.

“Come here!” Ray exclaimed excitedly, hugging me like a long lost friend, I returned the gesture feeling very welcomed.

“So, you’re the Stormy G has been talking about all day. I wasn’t sure he would share your awesome-ness with us!” Frank joked, poking my stomach.

“I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you guys! I’m a huge fan!” I blurt out unexpectedly.

“Well hey; we’re big fans of you too!” Ray says putting an arm around my shoulder.

“So, tell us about you, Gee wouldn’t share with us.” Mikey demanded politely, sitting Indian style on the ground.

“Fuck; there isn’t much to tell. I’m 28. I make comic books, I work in graphic designs at ComicCo, and I work Hot Topic at nights. I play guitar, bass, and I sing a bit-“I feel my face blush,”- I moved out of my hometown of Newark, New Jersey when I turned 18 and I never looked back. My mom and dad died in a car crash when I was 15. When they died, my brother stepped up and took care of me, but he was very angry and abusive. The last time he hit me, was when he gave me the scar on my cheek, the day I told the police the truth, and the last time I ever saw him. He’s in jail for abuse of a minor, attempted man-slaughter, and neglect. I never had any friends, Uhm, when my grandma died, I started cutting. She was the closest person in the world to me. I would cut to feel again. I cut until I was 22, then I found your music, and it literally saved me. I haven’t touched a blade since. I dye my hair frequently. I love coffee, like I’m majorly addicted, and I listen to you guys, obviously, blur, anthrax, Rolling Stones, Green Day, Mayday Parade, Bowie, Slayer. And a lot of other things. Music and art Is my life. And Uhm, that’s it.” I took a deep breath and looked at the four guys in front of me; Gerard had joined them on the floor stating it was ‘story time’.

 They all got up and pulled me into a huge group hug, pinning me in the middle. I heard small choruses of “I love you’s”, “I’m so glad you’re here”, and “your fucking perfect’s” being thrown at me. I felt very loved and accepted. As the guys huddled around me, I let myself relax into them.

It had been so long since someone had hugged me that I was sent into bliss at the feeling, not knowing how to really act.

As the hug broke apart, we all sat on the couch and talked some more. The next time I looked at the clock it was 6:13, and the guys had to get ready for the show.

It was shaping up to be the best day of my life.

Little did I know, it would only get better as the night progressed.