&alltheworldsastage.

I casually sat down at the bench in front of the elegant grand piano. Slowly putting my fingers over the keys, I began to play with such ease and skill that it could’ve made someone jealous. And I know who that someone is…

Unaware that the particular someone was watching as I played, I was startled when someone’s hands slipped over mine, immediately stopping my playing. I whipped around to see none other than Brendon standing there, a smile on his face. I returned his friendly smile with what I thought was a menacing glare.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” he whispered.

“What?” I asked in annoyance, “The premium cut of grade-A fresh meat that you see me as?”

“Ouch…so hurtful. But somehow, I still want her.” he continued to whisper, as if no one in particular were listening to him.

“Stop it. I know what makes you tick Brendon Boyd Urie, and it’s someone who can play better than you.” I snapped.

He heaved a dramatic sigh, “And I have yet to find that.” he said, smiling.

I was taken aback by his cocky attitude, “Well why’d you stop me from playing then, hm?!” I practically yelled.

“I wanted to look at your beautiful face.” he whispered once again, his smile growing even bigger.

I groaned in annoyance, “When will you ever give up on me Brendon? I’m not interested, and I’ll never be.”

“Oh trust me, you’re going to be interested.” he breathed in my ear.

“That’s it, I’m leaving!” I practically yelled, storming away from him

“But if I’m not mistaken, you came here with Jon, and I don’t think he’d like his younger sister to ruin his good time.”

I let out a loud and angry sigh of frustration. He never misses a single thing, especially when we’re alone, which, thank god, isn’t often.

“Ah, I see I’ve foiled your plan,” he said with a sly smile, “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying. Kate…look me in the eyes.”

I knew never in my life to listen to anything Brendon said, so I kept my eyes averted from his, letting them wander to anywhere but his intense stare.

“Look me in the eyes!” he said with more force in his voice this time.

“No,” I said, “I won’t play along with your little childish games Mr. Urie.”

“Look…me…in…the…EYES!” he pulled my chin up forcefully so I was meeting his gaze.

At that moment a feeling overtook me that I’d only ever felt once in my life before. Everything at that moment seemed perfect, almost dreamlike, as we stared into each other’s eyes for a long time. There was a smug smile of triumph on his amazingly attractive face, but I didn’t care…this was love.

NO! my mind screamed, This is disaster! for the last time I felt this way…it was a disaster. But instead of traveling back into my haunting past with Patrick that I was still trying to recover from, my mind stayed clear of anything except Brendon. What was happening? My mind was playing tricks on me…

“Kate…” Brendon whispered, brushing his fingertips along my jaw line. His hand stopped under my chin, pulling my face close to his. When our lips met, my mind was screaming again, but I didn’t pay attention, I was in heaven.

When we broke apart, all the blissful feeling was gone. Infuriated at what he did, what I allowed to happen, my hand went soaring to slap Brendon around the face. My hand met his face with surprising force, but the result wasn’t what I’d expected.

Looking at the spot on Brendon’s face that I’d hit and my own hand, I began to scream. There was a bloody handprint where I’d hit him, and my hand was dripping in blood that came from the sting of the cuts that had come from nowhere.

Brendon held up his hand to his cheek, where small cuts had etched where my hand landed on his cheek. I was horrified…this couldn’t be possible.

“What happened?” I asked frantically as Brendon wiped away barely any of the blood that was dripping down his face.

“The…the lover’s regret.” he replied absentmindedly in a barely audible whisper.

“The what?” I asked, immensely confused.

“The lover’s regret. Both of us…NO! This can’t happen, this can’t be happening. I don’t regret, no I don’t, I don’t, I DON’T.” he began to walk out of the room into a dark hallway, muttering to himself.

“Brendon, what’s happening?” I was terrified and still in shock.

“Leave me alone!” he yelled, turning around, “Go back with everyone else and forget about this…excursion…for a while. I’ll be around in a few minutes.”

“No, where are you going?” I asked, still chasing Brendon along the narrow hallway.

“Nowhere of importance, now leave me alone.”

“No, I need to know this. What am I supposed to tell everyone else?”

“Tell them I went to go find something.”

“But I’d be lying…”

Brendon stopped and turned around, a grave look on his face, “No you wouldn’t be.”

“Please tell me what’s going on!”

“I can’t,” he turned back around and continued to walk again, “You’re not allowed to know.”

“Fine then.” I said, trying to sound offended. I whipped around and walked away, but when Brendon wasn’t aware, I turned back around and continued to follow him. He disappeared through a large and elegant door at the end of the hallway. As soon as I caught up with it, I opened it, expected to see Brendon in there doing something strange, but instead I dropped into complete darkness, falling through what seemed like outer-space, screaming. Up above me the door slammed shut of its own accord, and I knew I was trapped until I found my way out of this unknown place and I finally hit a hard surface which broke my fall.

-Sky’s POV-

I looked at myself in the mirror, hoping I looked good enough for the party. Mikey and I had changed our plans since everyone else was going to the party, we decided we’d go too. I was getting pretty nervous. At about 6:30 there was a knock on the door of the apartment Meggan, Michelle, and I shared.

“I’ll get it!” Meggan shouted. She was really excited about her date with Gerard.

A minute later Meggan stomped back into the living room with disappointment etched all over her face and Mikey following her.

“Hi.” I said to Mikey.

“Hey. You look great,” he complimented me as I blushed, “I’m sorry, but I have to drive your friends to the party too.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

A little while later, Mikey’s car pulled up next to a house with loud rock music playing; it already seemed like my type of party. As we walked to the door, Mikey put an arm around my waist. I turned to look at him, smiling, and he kissed me lightly on the lips.

/One Hour Later/

I picked up my third beer tonight, beginning to walk back towards Mikey. But what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks…HE WAS KISSING ANOTHER GIRL!

When they broke apart, he saw me, tears streaming down my cheeks, dropping my drink and running in the other direction. I opened a closet to cry and hide from Mikey in, but Frank and Michelle were making out in there, so instead I ran into the bathroom just down the hall and locked the door behind me.

A minute later, Mikey was knocking on the door, trying to open it, “Sky, unlock the door. She was drunk and she came up and kissed me, it’s not what you think.” he tried to explain.

“Yeah right.” I called back through heavy tears.

“I’m serious, I would never do that to you. It’s only our first date and I think you’re the most beautiful and amazing girl ever. Believe me, I wouldn’t lie to you about this, and I wouldn’t do anything with another girl when I’m with you.”

That was so sweet, it almost couldn’t be a lie. “Really?” I asked, getting closer to the door.

“Yes, really. Now please unlock the door, I need you Sky.”

A little reluctantly, I turned the lock and opened the door. When Mikey walked in, I was still crying. He looked shocked and he closed the door behind him, pulling me close.

“I’m so sorry, I mean it.” he said as tears still streaked my face. He wiped the tears away, hugging me tight.

After a minute, I finally stopped crying. “Oh great, my mascara ran, didn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes, but you’re still beautiful to me.” Mikey said, touching his lips to mine. I kissed him back for what seemed like eternities.

-Meggan’s POV-

I couldn’t find Gerard anywhere, I was searching the whole house for him. There was a closed door, so I decided I’d try that, but it was way more than I wanted to see.

“Oh my god, Michelle!” I shouted, slamming the door immediately, trying to shake what I’d just seen from my mind.

I just stood there for a minute, my eyes wide. Michelle came out a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a blanket that she held wrapped around herself.

“God…there’s going to be little Frank and Michelle babies running around soon at this rate.” I said to her.

“Okay…well I’m sorry you had to see that. That’s why you knock on closed doors. And relax, Frank and I are meant for each other. It was like instant chemistry, we hit it off immediately.” Michelle explained.

I looked at her skeptically, “Isn’t it a bit early to be saying that?”

“No!” she defended herself.

“Okay, fine whatever.”

Frank peaked his head out of the door, his hair really messed up.

“Michelle, I want you.” he said, and she giggled, smiling at him.

“Okay, I don’t need anymore of this. Bye.” I said as I watched Michelle walk back into the bedroom. I was a little worried about her…

But I finally found Gerard, he was holding a beer bottle and sitting on the floor.

“Hey…” I said to him, unsure.

He looked up at me, “Hey babe.” he said, his speech slurred. He stood up, swaying slightly.

Gerard pulled me into a kiss that I returned only half-heartedly. Great, so now I’m dating a guy who possibly has a drinking problem…

-Mikey’s POV-

“Come on, they’ve gotta have it.” I muttered, craning my neck to see if the store had that Misfits shirt I saw online. As if I didn’t look stupid enough, I suddenly backed into someone and knocked them over.

“Oh fuck! I’m sorry, I was just looking for something. I didn’t mean to run into you.” I apologized as I helped her up.

“No problem.” she said, smiling at me. As she looked at me, my heart skipped a beat; she was beautiful. I was already lost in her blue-gray eyes…

“I’m Sky,” she said, holding out her hand for me to shake, “What’s your name?”

“M-M-Mikey.” I stuttered, shaking her hand.

She giggled, “Well, I guess I’ll see you…around.” Sky said, walking away.

I watched her walk away, my heart sinking. If I hadn’t been so nervous, I could’ve asked her out.

Oh well…I thought as I walked out of the store. It probably wouldn’t have been worth it, I probably would’ve gotten rejected. I walked to the food court and sat down at the table where I’d left Gerard, Frank, Bob, and Ray.

When I looked around, I realized that Sky was sitting a few tables away talking to two friends. All I could do was stare at her, breathless, not saying anything to all of my staring friends.

“Oh god, just ask her out already!” Frank said impatiently.

“What?” I asked, turning to him.

“Yeah, I see who you’re looking at. If you like her that much, even though I’d dare to say you’ve just met her, ask her out.”

“Fine.”

I stood up and walked over to the table where Sky was sitting. She was laughing at something that the girl with somewhat short brown hair said when I tapped her on the shoulder. Startled, she turned around.

“Hey, it’s me again.” I said.

“Oh, hi, um…” she clearly couldn’t remember my name.

“Mikey.”

“Oh yeah! Duh!”

“I was just wondering that maybe if you’d like to…I could take you to see a movie…” I said awkwardly.

“You mean like a date?” she asked, smiling slightly.

I nodded my head.

She though for a minute, “You’re cute, I’d like that.” she said, grinning.

-Sky’s POV-

“Do you know who that is?!” Meggan asked as Mikey walked away.

“Uh…maybe?” I said, trying to cover up the fact that someone from a band that my friends with me, Meggan and Michelle, had asked me on a date.

“Oh my god, you’re right Megg! That’s Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance!” Michelle exclaimed, scowling at me, “Why do all the good ones have to like you?”

“It’s not my fault!” I said, looking at Mikey. Mikey was looking back at me, smiling. I giggled and blushed, turning away.

“Sky, I dare you do go over there and sit with him.” Meggan said, she and Michelle smirking at each other.

“Oh sheesh, c’mon, are we in junior high or something?” I complained, still blushing.

“Do it, do it.” Meggan and Michelle changed together in low voices.

“Fine, but only if you two come with me.”

I confidently marched over to the table where Mikey was sitting, Meggan and Michelle straggling behind. I pulled a up a chair next to Mikey.

“Hey, we never said anything about when our date is.” I said to him.

“Um…how about tomorrow night?”

“Of course,” I said, “Oh yeah, these are my friends, Meggan and Michelle, they’re big fans of your band.” I said, pointing to my friends who were still standing there, goggling at Mikey and everyone else.

“You guys can sit down too you know…” said the guy with the big afro-ish hair.

Dazed, Meggan and Michelle dropped into the closest chairs, their eyes still wide. Mikey introduced me to everyone who was with him; Gerard (who was his brother also), Frank, Ray, and Bob.

“Nice to meet you all.” I said, smiling.

Meggan tried to say something, but she merely mumbled it. Her eyes were glued on Gerard.

Gerard seemed to take notice of this, “Hi…Meggan?” he said.

Meggan’s eyes widened even more, “Yeah, it’s M-Meggan. H-h-hi.” she struggled getting her words out.

-Meggan’s POV-

I can’t believe I’m looking at and talking to Gerard Way. It seems more like a dream than real life to me.

“So…uh…” I looked over at Michelle, she and Frank seemed to be getting along just fine.

“Hey, I know this may sound weird because we just met, but tomorrow night we’re throwing a huge party and um…would you want to come…as my date?” Gerard asked me.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” I nearly screamed, getting really excited.

“Great.” he said, smiling.

For a while, we talked some more, getting better acquainted, but then Sky said we had to leave because she had something to do.

“Bye.” I said to Gerard, expecting nothing more than the same back. But instead, he took my hand and kissed it. I felt like swooning…

“Bye Meggan, I’ll see you tomorrow, I can’t wait.” he said.

As Michelle, Sky, and I walked out of the mall back to the car we shared, Michelle revealed to us that Frank had also asked her to the party. Everything was perfect, we were all incredibly happy and excited about our dates, it almost seemed too good to be true.

*Okay, so I began this when I was in Europe this summer and last night I remember it and searched my whole house for the notebook it was in and I found it. I worked on it a lot last night and I really like it so don't bring me down...I'm in a good mood for once.

X Skyzey

It was one of the toughest days ever in Patrick’s life. It was the day of Mischa’s and Pete’s funeral. Looking at himself in the mirror, Patrick slowly put on the hat that Mischa had given him a few months ago. In the mirror he could see the tears forming in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand. Crying made him feel vulnerable, and he didn’t like that feeling.

Patrick slowly made his way out of the apartment and down to where his car was parked. When he got into his car, he reached into the pocket of his jeans for his keys, and along with his keys an array of other objects spilled out of his pocket; some change, a paperclip, and a small folded up paper. Curious, Patrick picked up the paper and unfolded it.

It was a picture that brought tears to his eyes again. It was him and the rest of the band…and Mischa. It was from when she was bass tech for the band during the Honda Civic Tour. There she sat, her naturally white-blond hair blowing in the breeze, her big dark green eyes twinkled as if it were her in real life, not just a picture, and she was wearing a broad smile. Pete’s arm was around her, but Patrick paid no attention to that, because it was her. For a minute it felt as if she were alive again, sitting there with him.

Patrick noticed some writing on the back, so he flipped it over. In Mischa’s handwriting, there was a note written to him on the back: “The tour was great! I’m so glad you guys hired me, I finally have enough money to support my brother and I. I’ve formed some awesome friendships with all of you and I hope we can still hang out and be friends. ILY!!! XOXO Mischa”

Smiling to himself, Patrick put the picture back into his pocket to cherish forever. He then started his car and drove to where the funeral was being held. As he walked between the tombstones in the cemetery, Patrick found a large tent and many people he did and didn’t recognize, from Mischa’s and Pete’s families.

As he slowly made his way through people talking in low whispers and wearing somber expressions, Patrick saw Joe and Andy in the corner, both looking down at their feet with expressionless faces.

“Hey.” Patrick said to them, trying not to sound too happy.

“Hi.” they both murmured.

For a few minutes, they were silent. Patrick knew the double suicide hit them hard too. They all lost two great friends.

He scanned the crowd, looking for someone remotely familiar. It was all just relatives of Pete’s and Mischa’s that he’d never met. But then his eyes fell on someone, and Patrick knew immediately who it was.

Patrick walked over to where the little boy was sitting in one of the plastic chairs under the tent, pulling at the tie that was around his neck. He was wearing a tuxedo, and in the heat, Patrick could understand why he looked so uncomfortable.

He had the same green eyes as Mischa, and his hair was blond, but not quite as light as Mischa’s. Patrick sat down in the chair next to him.

“Are you Mischa’s brother, Alex?” he asked the boy.

“Yes…why?” he replied, looking confused.

“Oh, you just look a lot like her,” Patrick said, “And she talked about you a lot. She was devastated when you got taken away from her.”

“Well, she wasn’t the only one. But then I got taken away from dad too. I’m living with my grandma now. Dad’s in jail…” he trailed off, looking as if he’d said too much.

“Now how old are you?” Patrick said, trying to keep the conversation up, acting as if Alex hadn’t just said what he did.

“I just turned eight.” Alex replied.

“Wow, you’re really mature for your age. I would’ve thought you were at least ten.” Patrick said in true surprise.

“Who are you? How did you know Mischa?” Alex asked Patrick suddenly after a minute of silence.

“Oh, she was a friend. She did bass tech for a tour with my band, Fall Out Boy. That’s how she met Pete…” Patrick felt like crying again.

“Is it true? She killed herself over him? That’s what dad said, but grandma says otherwise.”

“Well, it’s complicated.” Patrick replied, trying not to get too morbid.

“Oh, okay.”

“Look, I think the funeral is going to begin soon, I think you should go sit with your grandma.”

“You’re right,” Alex said, “One more thing though. What’s your name?”

“Patrick…”

Alex’s eyes widened suddenly, “What?” Patrick asked, paranoid.

“It’s just she l-lo…”

“Alex Connors, where are you?” Alex’s grandma called.

“What? Dude, tell me!” Patrick was frantic as to why Alex was acting the way he was.

“Gotta go!” Alex got up and ran over to his grandma.

Patrick just sat there, confused. But the funeral was definitely starting. Andy and Joe came and sat down in the chairs next to him. It was so hard to listen to everything everyone had to say, and the eulogies.

By the end of the funeral, Patrick was shaking, trying not to cry. It was so late that it was dark out. Everyone was going to Mischa’s grandma’s house, which was very big, for a small after-party thing.

When they got there, Patrick didn’t feel like talking that much. He wandered through the house and eventually to the back yard where there was a big garden with a fountain and a bench. The bench was somewhat hidden behind a bush, so Patrick couldn’t see that there was someone sitting on it already as he walked towards it.

Patrick was shocked to see a girl with white-blond hair, her face in her hands as she sobbed, wearing a black dress that he’d seen Mischa wear before. For a minute, he almost thought it was Mischa, but he knew it couldn’t be because the tips of her hair were dyed bright pink.

Patrick tried to walk away silently and leave her be, but a few leaves rustled beneath his feet, and her head snapped up immediately.

“Who’s there?!” she called frantically.

Patrick just said, “Hi…” awkwardly.

“Oh, hi.” the girl replied, sniffling.

“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.

“Oh it’s just that…she was my best friend, you know? And now she’s gone. It’s horrible. I miss her lots.” the girl explained to Patrick, black tears from her makeup still sliding down her cheeks.

“I know what you mean. Pete was like my best friend and Mischa was-” Patrick cut himself off before he could say anything more.

“Wait, you’re Patrick, aren’t you?” the girl asked.

“Yeah…who are you?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Mischa’s cousin, Marley.” she told Patrick.

“You look a lot like her. The eyes and the hair especially.” Patrick said, looking at her more closely in the darkness. He could definitely see that she had the same classic beauty that Mischa had, and his stomach instantly filled with butterflies.

“Yeah, the eyes and hair come from my dad’s side of the family, he was her mom’s brother.” Marley explained.

“What ever happened to Mischa’s mom? She never said anything about her, she just talked about her raging alcoholic dad and her little brother.”

“Oh…well, my aunt Lisa, Mischa’s mom, was murdered on Mischa’s thirteenth birthday. There were never any leads, so the case went cold. That’s when things in her family went downhill.” Marley said in almost a whisper.

“Wow…”

Marley stared into Patrick’s eyes, a sense of happiness dawning. It was the first time she’d felt happy ever since she found out that Mischa committed suicide. He was cute and understanding, she could sit out in the garden and talk to him forever. Then another memory came across Marley’s mind…

“She cared about you a lot, Mischa.” Marley said suddenly.

“What?” Patrick was taken aback.

“She almost loved you in fact. But she had Pete…she was so confused during the last few months of her life. And then when she told me she was pregnant…I knew things wouldn’t be good.” Marley watched as Patrick hung his head, a tear rolling down his cheek, “Patrick, did you love her?”

“I…think I did. But I thought she didn’t love me back. What if…what if it’s my fault she killed herself?!” Patrick was now frantic, tears of grief and anger now streaming down his cheeks.

Patrick got up and began to walk away, but Marley chased after him. “Wait, Patrick, where are you going?” she asked.

“To a better place.” he responded

“No! Don’t do what Mischa and Pete did! If they were here, they wouldn’t want you to do this. It wasn’t your fault Patrick, it was no one’s fault but her own. Please listen to me!” Marley begged him, pulling on his arm.

Patrick, still crying, let Marley lead him back to the bench, where she let him cry all he wanted as she stroked his long hair, whispering comforting words to him.

After he was done sobbing, Patrick turned to Marley, “Thanks Marley,” he said, “You’ve really helped me tonight.”

Marley giggled and felt butterflies in her stomach just as Patrick did, surprised that he had the courage to say such a thing to her.

“Mischa said that you have killer vocals, and you’re really good at guitar. Can you show me what you’ve got?” Marley said, breaking the awkward silence.

“I don’t have a guitar with me though…”

“Here, just a minute.” Marley went into the house and a few minutes later came back with an acoustic guitar.

“I’m not sure if it’s in tune, and I sure as hell can’t tune it, I’m a drummer.” she said, handing the guitar to Patrick.

When he was done tuning the guitar, Patrick tried to think of what song to do for her. Then he got it, but it wasn’t a Fall Out Boy song…

Patrick had learned to play this song for some self-benefit, so he began to play it and sang, “Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight-”

Marley stopped him by putting her hand on his, and giggling, “That’s so sweet!” she said giggly, “Do you mean it?”

“But of course.” Patrick said slyly.

Pushing the guitar aside, Patrick leaned in and kissed Marley.

*Okay, in case you're a little confused about who Mischa is and why this starts out with her and Pete's funeral...I suggest you should read my fanfic that I wrote this summer, "I Could Have Died With You"

X Skyzey

Shaant drove back to his apartment in complete silence. He didn’t even put a CD in as usual. He just sat there, thinking.

Why did Autumn so desperately want to get away from him? It hurt him, knowing that his first and only love now loved someone else.

At a stoplight, Shaant put his face in his hands and felt a few tears slide down his face, but was interrupted by the honking of horns behind him telling him that the light was green and he should be driving again.

When Shaant got back to his apartment, there was a message on his cell phone that he’d left behind. He put the phone to his ear to listen to the message:

“Shaant, it’s me, Autumn. I’m sorry about what happened earlier, but it’s a really long story and I need to talk to you about it. Please call me back ASAP.”

In shock, Shaant listened to this message three more times to assure himself that it was for real. As soon as the message ended for the third time, he quickly dialed her number that was shown on the caller ID.

“Hello?” Autumn said on the other line.

“Hi…”

“Oh, Shaant. Look, I can’t talk now. I can’t say anything when Ryan and Lily around. Can I come over to your apartment…?”

“Um, sure…but how did you know my number? And how did you know that I have an apartment here?”

“Well your friends can be very helpful at times. I even know your address.”

“Oh…” Shaant said, laughing nervously, feeling butterflies in my stomach, “Okay, you can come over. I guess it’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Bye, I lo-”

“Bye!”

Shaant hung up, feeling his cheeks burning. He’d almost told her that he loved her. It was the truth, but even then it would be embarrassing seeing whereas she didn’t love him back.

Shaant sat down on the edge of the couch, waiting around for the buzzing noise that would indicate that he had a visitor. Finally, after many tense minutes, there was a loud buzzing noise coming from the speaker next to the door.

Shaant sprinted to it. It sounded as if Autumn were trying to say something, but her voice was nothing but static due to the fact that the speaker downstairs hadn’t been replaced in almost twenty years by the looks of it.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what you’re saying, these speakers are really shitty. But you can come right up…” Shaant spoke into the speaker, pressing the button next to it.

A few minutes later, Autumn was knocking on his door. Shaant tried his best to fix up his hair and then answered the door.

Autumn was standing there, more beautiful than ever in Shaant’s book. As she smiled at him and walked into the door he held open for her, Shaant didn’t notice her sudden change in attitude, but he definitely noticed the short cut-off denim skirt and really tight t-shirt that she was wearing.

Breathlessly, Shaant directed Autumn to sit down on the couch while he sat down in the awful broken-down plaid armchair that was across from the couch.

“Okay, I have a lot to explain.” she said to Shaant.

“Should any of it surprise me?” he asked cautiously.

“Only a little bit of it.”

“Okay, I’m ready I guess…”

“First of all, I just don’t want you to get to know Lily because…I’m afraid of her thinking of someone other than Ryan as her dad. She’s only ever known him as her father and I don’t want it any other way…”

“Oh.” Shaant sighed, his face falling.

“I’m sorry, but I just want her to have a normal life without any of this confusion.” Autumn’s apology was sincere, not a lie at all.

“Why were you acting so bitchy earlier though?”

“Well, whenever Ryan and I fight, he has this suspicion that I’m still in love with you. It’s just a little act I put on for Ryan…” Autumn explained.

“Oh…” Shaant replied, not completely reassured.

“And one more thing.”

“What?”

“Get closer, I can’t bear to say it…”

“Okay…?”

Shaant got closer to Autumn, not knowing what to expect.

“No, closer…” she said.

Shaant got even closer.

“Even more…”

He was now sitting on his knees on the floor, his face an inch away from Autumn’s.

“What?” he asked impatiently.

Autumn touched her lips to his. Shaant was taken off-guard, but he kissed her back. What happens next? Well, let’s just say, second time’s the charm…

*I'm sorry about how horrible it is. I just threw it together in a matter of minutes....

X Skyzey

Shaant opened his eyes and could hear Ryan and Autumn talking.

“Um…should we um…do something about him?” Ryan asked.

“No! Leave him like that, he’ll be fine.” Autumn snapped.

“Uh…I’ll just…go…” Shaant said awkwardly.

“Yes, that’d be nice, just nice.” Autumn said to him.

He stood up and went back to the bar and sat there for a long time, just thinking about everything. He was thinking about when she walked out on him…and now he knew why. Because she was pregnant. But why didn’t she tell him?

A lot of questions ran through his head and pestered him. And he was thinking about his daughter too…what did she look like? Was she as beautiful as Autumn? What was her name? Did she even know about him?

These questions bothered him so much that he stood back up and walked back over to the booth where Autumn and Ryan were sitting when he’d left them. He found Autumn sitting there alone. Quietly, he slid into the seat across from her.

“Oh great, what the hell do you want?” she asked impatiently.

“I want to know about her…you know, our daughter.” he said.

Autumn sighed, “What do you want to know?”

“Well first of all, what’s her name?”

“Lily.”

“That’s a beautiful name…” Shaant said not paying attention to Autumn’s look of hatred as he said so, “How old is she?”

“About three and a half.”

“And um…does she know that I’m her dad?”

“Nope. She thinks that Ryan is. His name is on her birth certificate,” Autumn replied, finally smiling, “And it’s going to stay that way. I don’t want you to get involved in her life at all.”

Shaant opened his mouth to speak, but Ryan came and sat back down in the booth next to Autumn, putting his arm around her shoulders.

“Um, what’s he still doing here?” he asked Autumn, indicating to Shaant.

“Nothing.” she said quickly, “No, I don’t want to get back together with you!” she snapped at Shaant.

“What’d you say to her?!” Ryan asked angrily, color rising in his face.

“I-I…” Shaant was stuttering, he couldn’t believe Autumn’s lie. “Nothing.”

He stood up and walked away, Autumn’s voice trailing with him, “I swear, he was all over me! Oh Ryan, it was awful! It’s a good thing you came when you did.”

Shaant left the bar from there, silently crying. It was like his biggest dream had been turned into a nightmare. He never thought he’d be shaking in anger over his first and only love. Why did she hate him so much? He couldn’t comprehend why she was acting the way she was. They only fought a little bit when they were together, and it wasn’t too extreme.

But another thing his mind turned to was Ryan. He couldn’t imagine this man he’d now come to hate raising his daughter, taking his rightful place.

But the thing that really bugged him was why Autumn was just so mad at him. Maybe there was some more parts to the story that Shaant hadn’t heard...

*I know it's stupid but whatever. I just realized that Friday was my one year buzznet anniversary. I won't be able to get on from this Thursday until next Tuesday, I gets to go to Florida =]

X Skyzey

[ Four Years Later ]

Shaant never went a day without thinking of Autumn. He’d loved her so much, and she left so suddenly. The weird thing was, he never saw her around school at all after that. He was still suspicious of what happened to her.

In the mean time, the band that he sang in, Cute Is What We Aim For, was successful and getting rather popular. They were recording their second album, but tonight they were hanging out with Pete Wentz at the bar he owned, Angels and Kings. Shaant knew there were going to be other visitors there like other bands from their record label, but he didn’t expect to see who he saw there.

He walked through the place, finally seeing Pete leaning against the bar talking to a girl with her back turned to him, Shaant thought it was most likely Ashlee.

“Hey Pete, thanks for inviting us.” Shaant said, approaching Pete.

“Oh, no problem. I thought you guys would just want to check the place out.” Pete replied.

The girl turned around. No…it can’t be! Shaant thought. He was seeing Autumn right there in front of him, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, expecting it to be another one of his obsessive hallucinations he had occasionally. But when he opened his eyes, she was still there.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, then she feebly whispered, “Shaant…” and fainted. Shaant was quick to rush to her aid while Pete looked down at the scene, his eyes wide.

Sitting her up, Shaant looked up at many staring faces. One person rushed out of the crowd and dropped to his knees next to Shaant.

“Back off! I can help her myself!” said the guy.

“Okay…” Shaant said as he snatched her out of his arms.

When the guy looked up, Shaant saw that it was Ryan Ross from the Decaydance band, Panic At The Disco. Ryan looked back down and checked Autumn’s pulse.

“Is Autumn-I mean she, okay?” Shaant tried to cover up the fact that he knew her name.

“How do you know her name?!” Ryan asked sharply, looking back up at Shaant with a rather suspicious look on his face.

“Um…old friend.” he said, even though he knew that it was much more than that.

Ryan still gave Shaant a suspicious look. Shaant looked down at Autumn again. She looked a lot different. Her originally reddish brown hair was now bleached, and she wore heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick opposed to when she’d worn no makeup the last time he saw her. But behind all of the ‘disguise’, Shaant could still see how beautiful she truly was. He looked her up and down, and he realized a diamond ring glinting on her finger.

Looking from Ryan’s suspicious face to the ring on Autumn’s finger, Shaant realized the worst. It couldn’t be real…this had to be a dream. Slowly as if in a dream, he stood up. All of the people that had been watching had cleared out and gone back to what they were doing.

He sat at the bar, his face in his hands. With some help, Ryan carried Autumn off the one of the restaurant booths in the place and lay her down. After a few minutes of discreet tears, Shaant went over to wear Ryan held an ice-pack to Autumn’s head.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

Ryan looked up, “Yeah, she’ll be fine, we just have to wait for her to wake up,” he replied, “Did you see why she fainted?”

“Um…no.” Shaant lied.

He sat down in the booth across from Ryan and they began to talk. During this time, Shaant’s worst fear was confirmed: Autumn and Ryan were engaged. After a while, Autumn finally opened her eyes and sat up, the ice-pack sliding off of her head.

“What’s going on?” she asked, looking at Ryan.

“Nothing hun, I guess you just blacked out or something,” Ryan answered, “But I’m glad you’re okay.”

It broke Shaant’s heart to see Autumn kissing someone else, so he looked away. When he turned back around, Autumn was staring at him.

“Shaant Hacikyan! What the hell are you doing here?!” she yelled.

“Wait…so you’re Shaant?” Ryan asked, startled.

Shaant was confused, Ryan was looking at him as if he were a prison escapee or a lunatic and Autumn glared at him with a particular hate.

What broke the tension was Autumn’s cell phone ringing. “Hello?” she answered it and after listening for a minute she said, “I’m sorry honey…me and um, daddy will be home in a little bit, okay? You’ll just be staying with Auntie Lynn for about another hour. Um, I should go, bye.”

“Who was that?” Shaant asked without thinking.

Autumn glared at him again, “Your daughter.” she said.

Now it was Shaant’s turn to pass out…

*Lots of secrets revealed in this one....yeah.

X Skyzey

As light poured through the window in Shaant’s bedroom, Autumn stirred. Her eyes slowly opened, but something didn’t seem right. She didn’t expect to be in Shaant’s bed laying next to him, and she especially didn’t expect to find their clothes in a heap next to the bed.

She got out of the bed, picking up her clothes and putting them on. After getting dressed, she sat at the edge of her bed, her wide dark blue eyes seemingly unblinking. After a few minutes, Shaant woke up too.

He sat up and tapped Autumn on the shoulder, startling her. When their eyes met, she looked away immediately. She was too ashamed of what had happened last night.

But Shaant took her chin in his hand and turned her head back in his direction again, “I’m…sorry.” he whispered, kissing her lightly.

Autumn just shook her head, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We both know that…we meant to do that. Don’t feel sorry,” she said, still shaking her head, “And if it makes you feel any better, I do love you like I said.”

Smiling, Shaant lay back down. Autumn crawled back under the covers with him. He wrapped his arms around her, and they drifted back to sleep again

Around noon, they finally woke up again. Autumn went downstairs to get some breakfast while Shaant got dressed. When he came downstairs, he came up behind Autumn and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her on the cheek.

“I love you.” he whispered in her ear.

[ Two Months Later ]

Autumn was definitely gaining weight, there was no doubt about it. Shaant noticed, but he didn’t say anything. He was hoping it was just because maybe she hadn’t been eating very healthy lately, trying to shun away one of the worst possibilities.

But besides that, it was only a week away from Shaant’s seventeenth birthday. Autumn and some of her friends were planning a party for him with some of his help. Autumn’s friends couldn’t help but notice how much she had been arguing with Shaant lately.

Curious, her friends were listening in on what they were arguing about today:

“Autumn! I want to know the truth! Are you or are you not?”

“I don’t know. And if I did, I definitely wouldn’t tell you now.”

“TELL ME NOW!” Shaant grabbed Autumn and shook her, “ARE YOU PREGNANT OR NOT?!”

“I don’t fucking know!”

“Yes you do, you’re just not telling me!”

“Well whose fault would it be then? Hmm? Think about it! Who was the one that should’ve been responsible enough to protect us! It was my first fucking time, and you expect me to be on the pill or something?”

“Here we go again! It was my first time too, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing! It’s just typical of you to point the blame at someone else, that’s what you always do!”

“You know what, I’m beginning to think I’ve never loved you. My mind was playing tricks on me. There was nothing there, nothing at all, it was just the physical stuff. Like that one night, who was the one who made the first move? You know you’re the one to blame Shaant, you’re just too afraid to admit it.”

“So…you are pregnant?!”

“Oh fuck it, I’m done with you.” Autumn stormed out of the room, and that was the last time he saw her until…

*DUN DUN DUN! Comments and buzzes please =]

X Skyzey

Two teenagers walked through a park, holding hands. It was a rather cold day towards the end of winter, but there was no snow out. They stayed really close to each other to stay warm, and maybe for a few other reasons.

“I’m cold,” said the girl, Autumn, “Can we go back to your place now?”

“No, I like it here. I want to stay for a few more minutes, here, have my hoodie.” said the guy, Shaant, taking off his hoodie and putting his hoodie on Autumn’s shoulders. He was wearing only a thin t-shirt, so he began to shiver and get goose bumps.

“No Shaant, I don’t need this,” she said, handing his hoodie back to him. He took it gratefully and put it back on, “Can’t we just leave?”

“Okay, fine.” Shaant said, taking Autumn’s hand again and lacing his fingers with hers. They walked back to his house. His parents were out of town for the next few days, so he had the house all to himself.

“Finally, warmth!” Autumn exclaimed as Shaant opened the front door of his house for her.

“Awww, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were that cold.” Shaant apologized, walking in the house and closing the door behind him. He hugged Autumn tightly.

“It’s okay, I was fine.” she said, looking up at him. Shaant was still holding her close, and she smiled at him. He smiled back, kissing her gently.

“So, what should we do?” he asked, finally letting of her.

“Oh, I don’t know…” Autumn replied, looking around.

“Here let’s…go up to my bedroom.” Shaant said, not realizing the affect that what he’d just said had on Autumn.

Her eyes widened, “Oh! Okay…” she looked at him suspiciously.

Shaant led his girlfriend upstairs to his bedroom, “Don’t mind, it’s a little messy.” he apologized, taking off his hoodie and putting it on the back of the chair that sat in front of his computer desk.

He lay down on his bed, looking at Autumn expectantly. Autumn wasn’t sure about what to do. Part of her was scared, but the other part wanted to do anything and everything with Shaant. She loved him a lot, even though she hadn’t voiced it yet. Slowly, she walked over to his bed, sitting on the side at first, then finally laying down next to him.

She cuddled close to him and he wrapped his arms around her. They lay there peacefully for a few minutes, when finally, Autumn broke the silence.

“Shaant, I…I think I’m in love with you..” she said.

He turned to her, “I love you too Autumn. I always have. I loved you before I even gathered the courage to ask you out.” he said truthfully.

She smiled, playing around with his hair for a minute. Then he caught her off guard by kissing her. It wasn’t a really quick, sweet kiss, it was way more. It was very long and romantic, and seemingly never-ending. They both tried to put as much passion as they could. With that one kiss, they knew that they truly loved each other.

Impulsively, Shaant pulled Autumn on top of him and began to kiss her aggressively. Instead of following her instinct to get away from him, Autumn kissed him back. His hand slid along the side of her body and began to lift up her shirt. Instead of resisting, Autumn let him pull her shirt off over her head and throw it on the floor. She put her hands inside of his shirt and took it off too. The next thing that came off was their jeans, and then their undergarments. You all know what happened next. Now, if only they didn’t take things to that level…

*Tell me what you think...I'm not naming this one, I'm only naming the chapters. I have a great story plot and hopefully I'll end up finishing this one unlike all the others I've started over the past few months.

X Skyzey

My eyes flew open, I was breathing deeply and covered in sweat. Another dream…I tried to convince myself it was just that. But Ryan, he cares about me so much, it can’t be just a normal dream.

I shook all my memories of that dream out of my head and got out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and walking downstairs. Gabe was sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

When he saw me, he smiled and stood up, putting his hands on my hips and kissing me gently, “Good morning Valerie.”

“Good morning Gabe.”

“I think we should go shopping today.” Gabe said as he sat back down at the table and I sat down in the chair next to his.

“Why?”

“Because I want to spoil you.” he said, picking up my hand and kissing it.

I giggled, “Okay, no complaints here.”

Later that day, we went to the mall. I really didn’t want to have Gabe spend any of his money on me, he needs his money for his band, Cobra Starship. But I saw a pair of jeans I couldn’t resist, so I decided he could buy me just one thing.

When we were at the checkout, my eyes wandered all over the store and fell on a familiar face.

No…it couldn’t be possible, it was Ryan. My whole body seemed to be numb, I wasn’t going to let him see me. I instantly turned my back on him.

As soon as Gabe was done buying me my jeans, we walked out of the store together and back out into the mall. When I turned around, I saw Ryan pursuing us.

“Please don’t do this to me.” I mouthed pleadingly at him.

He just shook his head, “I love you.” he mouthed back.

I turned back to Gabe, “I’m not feeling good, I think we should go home.” I said to him.

“Okay, let’s go I guess.”

As we walked out of the mall, I noticed that Ryan wasn’t following us. I was relieved as we drove back home, glad that he wasn’t going to get involved.

When we got home, I walked into the living room and put the shopping bag on the couch, sitting down and sighing.

Gabe sat down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder. But we were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“I’ll get it.” Gabe said, getting up.

“Okay.”

But as I heard Gabe open the door and I heard a voice say, “Where’s Valerie?” I instantly regretted letting him answer the door.

I instantly got lightheaded, and I stood up and walked into the entryway to see what was going on.

“Who are you?” Gabe asked Ryan, who was standing there in the doorway as if he were ready to force himself in.

“Ryan. I love her, Valerie. Please let me see her!”

“What? Since when?” Gabe turned to me with a confused look on his face. I felt my cheeks go red.

“I-I…”

“VAL!” Ryan cried, seeing me.

“Tell me what’s going on hun.”

“I…It’s…oh my god this can’t be happening it isn’t possible.”

Gabe blocked the doorway with a determined look on her face, “Get away from my house, I’m not letting you see her. How dare you say you’re in love with her, she’s my fiancé.”

I nodded, my knees beginning to shake. Ryan pulled a gun out of his pocket, “Let me in or I’ll shoot.”

“You wouldn’t…” Gabe said.

“NO!” I screamed as Ryan put his finger on the trigger and shot it, “RYAN! HOW COULD YOU?”

I dropped to my knees next to Gabe, who had a bullet wound in his chest. “Oh no, Gabe, don’t leave me, I need you.” I sobbed stroking his hair.

“I love you Valerie.” he whispered. I was sobbing ever more now, and I leaned over and kissed him for one last time before his eyes closed and his chest stopped rising and falling.

“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT RYAN! I HATE YOU! LEAVE NOW!”

“I-I didn’t mean to Val.” he stuttered, his eyes wide looking down at what he’d done.

“Leave now.” I said, standing up and yanking the gun out of his hand. But when I tried to take it, it fired, hitting me in the shoulder.

“Ow…” I whispered, sinking down onto the floor, holding my shoulder.

“Val! No…this is all my fault.” Ryan took the gun back out of my hand, pointing it at himself.

“No Ryan, don’t, give me the gun.” I whispered in the most forceful voice I could use.

He got down onto his knees, giving me the gun. “I’m sorry our love had to be so short.” I whispered, pointing the gun at my head, pulling the trigger.

A week later, three bodies were found in the home of Gabriel Saporta and Valerie Rollins. The bodies were of Gabe, Valerie, and an unidentifiable man. It looked as if it were a murder-suicide, because the unidentifiable man was holding the gun that was used. The crazy thing was, people couldn’t identify the murderer. In fact, there weren’t any records of him ever existing after they tested his DNA. Weird, how something like that could even be possible.

A weird thing is that I think I'm better at writing one shots than actual fanfics...so you may see a lot of one shots for a while...

X Skyzey