I woke up and slid on a MCR tee shirt, gray skinny jeans, and black converse. I dug through a huge tub in my room and found bracelets that describe my life so far today. Then met them at the same Starbucks as that fateful night. Ally was there. When the guys walked in i jumped up and was hugged by all of them. I sat back down and introduced them to Mrs. Fish Face, Ally Martinez. "Al. Say something."
"H-h-h-hi." She stuttered.
"You must be Ally. Cyn talks alot about you."
"Yeah... um..."
I answered something to them because she didn't speak.
"She is in a fangirl shock. Namely because of what's sitting next to her."
Mikey smirked. "Little old me?"
"Yeah. Little old Mikey Way. You should see her room. Its a little scary to be honest."
"Do i wanna know?"
"Unless you like walls covered in every picture of Mikey Way EVER... no."
His face was priceless. "Its true."
But i saw it in his face. He likes her... doesn't he...
Time to have some fun. I texted Al Mikey's number. She just responded with like a billion smiley faces. When i went to reach for my coffee my sleeve slid up. And i knew that Gerard saw it.
<<<Gerard's P.O.V.>>>
She cuts herself. I cant believe it. That beautiful, amazing, funny girl who sits at the center of my messed up world. I need to stop it. But how? I know. I'll make her feel important. I'll make her fall in love with me... maybe. This will be hard. Wish me some luck.
<<<Cyn's P.O.V.>>>
Great. Now i feel so much better. NOT! Why the frick am i so stupid! The man that lies at the center of my extremely effed up world now knows i'm a depressed, suicidal weirdo. Well we bid Ally goodbye and headed yo the airport. Next stop, California.
Wish me luck.