"She just woke up from a coma and you think it's a good idea to take her to a Fall Out Boy concert?" Gerard asked. "That's a terrible idea."
"Thank you." Mikey shrugged. "I'm going anyway and she can come backstage with me."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but she's still wearing clothes she borrowed from the hospital. I think a shopping trip is long overdue." Gerard sassed and Mikey groaned.
"She can borrows some of our clothes for today, come on Gee." Mikey sighed.
"I am an adult now." I said awkwardly.
"Exactly!" Mikey shouted and a sleepy looking Frank entered the kitchen.
"Why are you so loud?" He muttered and went straight to the coffee machine.
"I was going to take her shopping." Gerard pouted.
"I promise we can go shopping tomorrow, Gee." I smiled and he nodded.
"Great! Y/N let's go find you something to wear and call Pete!" Mikey dragged me upstairs. He dug through his closet and pulled out some jeans that looked like they would fit me. Throwing them at me along with various other items.
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"Uh, I think that's Gee's shirt, but he won't mind. I'll give you a second to change. Then we can call Pete and let him know you're coming too." I nodded my head and Mikey left the room. I got changed quickly, looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so strange, grown up.
"Mikey, you're good." He came back in and I sat on the end of his bed. He already had his phone in his hand and it was ringing.
"Yo, Mikey! What time are you getting here? Wait, can you face time?" A voice asked quickly.
"Yeah, sure." Mikey tapped a few buttons and we face timed the guy. "Hey, Pete, this is my friend, Y/N. Is it okay If she came along with me today?" The familiar face of the bassist of Fall Out Boy appeared next to the singer and I couldn't help but smile.
"Hey." I smiled and they grinned.
"Aw, she's cute." Patrick blushed and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"I don't know, Mikey. Only super fans like yourself are allowed backstage." Pete teased and Mikey blushed lightly, but otherwise kept a straight face. "God, do you ever smile?"
"Nah, his resting bitch face has been a consist of his life." Mikey nudged me and both men laughed. "I wouldn't consider myself a super fan, I mean, I hadn't actually heard your music until 6.30 this morning."
"Dude, everyone has heard our music, even if you haven't realised it, you've probably bopped along at some point." Pete smirked and Mikey looked at me awkwardly.
"Pete, this is Y/N." Mikey said awkwardly.
"You said that already."
"No, Y/N. As in-" Mikey was interrupted by Patrick.
"That Y/N? The Y/N? Childhood friend that was in an accident that traumatised you and Gee, Y/N?" He gasped and I looked down awkwardly.
"Wait, What the fuck?" Pete muttered and mikey sighed.
"Can she come?" Mikey asked.
"Uh, Yeah, of course. See you soon." Pete said, waving as we hung up.
"That wasn't awkward at all." I muttered and Mikey shook his head. "It actually traumatised you?"
"I mean... Gerard tried to end his life and you were like the big sister I always needed. Mom and dad were distraught and I'm so sorry about your mom." He said quietly and I hugged him.
"Sorry, Mikey. I really am." He shook his head and we stood up.
"We should go downstairs, we're gonna need to leave soon." I nodded and we went downstairs, before Ray practically jumped on me. I yelped and ran into Gerard, who wrapped his arms around me.
"Easy, sugar. Ray, what the fuck?" Gerard hugged me protectively and I couldn't help but lean into his embrace.
"Sorry, I just brought Y/N a few things." He laughed, rubbing his neck. Gerard let go of me and I pouted, making him laugh. "I've got my old phone, it's not exactly the newest model, but it's better than the original iPhone you've got. I already put our numbers in, just incase. Then I've just got a few clothes and things Christa said to give to you."
"Your girl is too sweet." Frank laughed. "She doesn't even know Y/N."
"So?" Ray countered and I gave him a small hug.
"Thanks." I smiled and he laughed.
"Wait... is that my top?" Gerard asked skeptically.
"Maybe." I grinned and he glared at me.
"You never change! Seriously! Stealing my clothes then, stealing my clothes now!" He tickled me and I screeched, trying to run away, but he wrapped his arms around me again. Less than 5 minutes later, we were both laughing messes on the floor. "So, What do you have to say for yourself, L/N? Have you learnt your lesson about wearing my clothes?"
"Never. They smell too nice." I said without thinking and Gerard blushed deeply.
"God, you two are too sweet. It's sickening, really." Frank fake gagged and Gerard rolled his eyes.
