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A Day To Remember

"Jay!"

I spun around to see, my best friend, Hailey, running towards me; her long brown hair flowing out behind her. In her hand she was holding a piece of paper.

"Hey, Hailey. Sup?"

"Sup?!" She looked at me incredulously, "The most amazing thing in the world is happening! And all you can say is sup?!"

"What are you talking about?" I laughed.

"I thought you were in love with My Chemical Romance!"

"Yeah, so? Besides, I'm only 14! They're old enough to be my 'rentals! What does My Chem have to do with anything anyway? What's this amazing thing you're talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, and then thrust the paper into my hands. I looked down, read it, and nearly fainted.

"You can't be serious! What the hell would they be doing here?" I half screamed. Hailey had given me a newspaper article, which she had printed off the net. It said that My Chemical Romance had been rumoured to be in Australia.

"I dunno, and I don't care. How cool is this?"

"Yeah, cool." I mumbled. My Chem were one of my favourite bands, but I'd never seen them in concert; mum forbids it for some reason. I wasn't even allowed to listen to them; but that didn't stop me, of course. I checked my watch; mum had this thing about getting home by 4pm. Twenty minutes. Dang!

"Hailey, I've gotta be home in twenty minutes. Walk with me?"

"Sure!"

We reached my place with seconds to spare. I walked up my steep driveway and to my old, wooden, front door. I unlocked the door and walked in. Hailey was right behind me. The entire walk we had been making up ridiculous reasons why My Chem, if in Australia, was here.

"Mum?" I called out. The house was abnormally quiet, "Mum, I'm home!" My mother dutifully appeared at the top of the stairs. Her blonde hair was messed up, and she looked uncharacteristically nervous.

"Hi, Jadis. Good afternoon, Hailey. Hailey, I'm sorry, but I need to ask you to leave." Mum said to us.

I looked at Hailey, and she looked at me. Something was up. We both knew it.

"Is something wrong, mum? Did I do anything?"

"No no dear," I'd never seen mum as nervous and rattled as she was now. Even when I asked her about my father, she was never this uncomfortable. She flashed a glance toward the living room. What was going? It was always just mum, me and my dog. My dad had left mum when he'd found out she was pregnant with me. I'd never had a father. So who was she looking at in the lounge?

"Hailey," I whispered, "Go. I fill you in tonight on MSN."

Hailey glanced at my mum, then at me, and then headed back out the door. All our excitement about My Chemical Romance possibly being in town, had faded instantaneously.

As the door clicked shut, behind me, I heard someone cough in the lounge. My heart started pounding against my ribs. Slowly I started up the stairs; mum's anxious expression, never changing.

The second I could, I looked into the living room space. I could only see the back of the big three person couch. In the place where I usually sat, half a head protruded from the top. It was a man: a man with black hair. His hand was on the arm rest. His skin was very pale.

My breath caught in my throat. Who was he? He seemed familiar, somehow. Why was he here? Why was mum so nervous about his presence? Mum! I looked back at her. She looked exhausted. I took her hand, and she led me forward, into the lounge.

Mum let my hand go. It fell to my side. I stood in the middle of our cramped living room, my back to the stranger in the chair.

"Hi, Jadis." The man said in an American accent. I knew that voice!

Unable to stand the suspense any longer, I spun around to face the mysterious male in my house. I froze. It couldn't be!

I felt my eyes bulge, the blood drain from my face, my heart skip a beat. My knees wobbled, and I grabbed mum's arm to stop me from falling. I stared at the ground, trying to even out my breathing. When I could breathe normal enough, I looked back up into his eyes.

Sitting in front of me was the one person I would never have guessed to be here. Sitting in front of me was a person I'd only ever met, in my dreams. He was a genius, an artist, and he was right in front of me.

He chuckled. I must've had a very goofy expression on my face; it felt that way, at least. I straightened and tried to talk.

"Y-y-you're G-G-G-Gerard Way-ay!" I managed to stutter out.

He looked down at his hands in his lap, and chuckled again.

"I must be dreaming! Someone pinch me,"

No-one moved.

"You're not dreaming, Jadis," He eventually said.

"Then, w-what are y-y-you d-doing here?

He sighed, and then looked to my mum. Mum sighed as well. She took my arm and guided me over to the couch. I gratefully flopped into the middle seat. Mum plopped down on my other side. I looked at each of them in turn; trying to decipher what was happening.

"Ow!" I squealed rubbing my arm. Gerard had pinched me. "Why'd you do that?"

"To prove you're awake," He smiled at me. Immediately, the entire atmosphere seemed to lighten. I smiled back, how could I resist? He had a beautiful smile.

"Gerard!" Mum hissed at him, "She needs to know why you're here, and I'm not going to tell her! This was you're idea!"

I study Gerard's expression carefully. I scrutinized every little emotion that crossed his face.

Eventually, he looked up at me, and met my gaze.

"Do you want me to just outright say it?" He asked

Unable to find my voice, I just nodded.

He sighed, looking away again. "You probably know, my name is Gerard Arthur Way,"

I nodded again, not understanding what that meant.

"But when I wrote to you, I always signed it A.W."

I gasped. Every birthday, I had received a present, and a card, from my father. Every note I had ever received, from my dad, had been signed A.W.

"That's not possible!" I whispered

"Apparently, it is."

"But you would've been 17! And mum would've been 24! That's paedophile!!"

"Not in Vegas, baby," Gerard chuckled. I guessed he was reminiscing, by the look in his eyes.

I felt like I was either going to puke or faint. I leant right back, against the back of the couch, and closed my eyes. Gerard Way! The Gerard Way! No way was I related to him!

"Wait!" I said, suddenly sitting up, "That means that Mikey is my uncle?!"

"He wasn't too proud of it, said it made him feel old." He looked at me then, "Don't cry. I'm not that annoying, am I?" He whispered. With his thumb, he wiped away a tear, which I didn't know was there. His hands were surprisingly warm.

I leant back into the couch again.

"But, I don't even look like you!"

"Fuck." I heard him breathe. My eyes darted to mum's face. She had a disgusted look on it. She had definitely heard him.

"Gabby, could you lead me to a mirror?"

Mum flinched at the nick name, but nodded all the same. She stood up and reached for my hand again. With mum in the lead, she took Gee and me into our little bathroom. Mum left the room quickly. There wasn't much room, but I think she was just pissed off.

Gerard bent down, so that our faces were level in the mirror.

"Holy motherfucker!" I whispered. Then shot my hand up to cover my mouth. I was definitely not allowed to swear.

"Took the words right out of my mouth." Gee laughed.

His nose, his lips, they were my nose and my lips!

"Why me? Why now? Why??" I asked myself.

"You're special, J. Way."

I giggled at my new, funny sounding name.

"And, I've waited fourteen years. Fourteen years to meet my only daughter. I couldn't stand it any longer,"

"So, is this why I've never been allowed to go see a MCR concert? Is that why mum hates your music? Because it's you?"

"Probably," He sighed. He straightened up, and slung his arm around my shoulders.

"Aren't you married?" I asked, remembering an article I'd read a few months ago.

"Yeah. Lyn-Z."

"Hang on," I said, suddenly dipping out from under his arm, "The rumours are true!"

"Which ones?" He asked. He leant against the vanity bench, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Me," I breathed.

"Gerard," Mum called, from the kitchen, I guessed, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, yeah!" He yelled back, "Just getting to know my fucking, daughter." He added to himself. He stared into my eyes for a few more minutes, before standing up by himself.

"The kitchen's this way," I said quietly.

He followed me out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. As he went and sat down at the table, I fetched myself a glass of water.

As I was heading over to the table with my water and one for him, my phone started blaring. I jumped in surprise as Gee started cacking himself laughing. My cheeks flared red as a blundered around in my pocket looking for my phone. I had to have had I'm not ok (I promise) as my ring tone. I just had to.

Finally laying my fingers on my mobile, I retrieved it from my pocket. Hailey, of course.

"Hey, Hails," I said. Gerard was still roaring with laughter, which Hailey must've heard.

"Hey, Jay. Who's that?"

"Erm…" I looked at Gerard for help, but he was too busy laughing. I looked to mum and she held her hand out for the phone. I gladly handed it to her.

While mum was explaining, something, to Hailey, I got a sponge and dustpan and brush. Once I had finished cleaning up the broken glass. I got another two and went to sit in my chair. Gerard was in the seat next to me.

"Will you please stop laughing?" I said there was obvious venom in my words. He sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"Don't talk to your dad that way!" He managed to get out before he burst out laughing again.

I rolled my eyes, "You're not part of my life for fourteen years. Then you randomly decide to show up, and claim fatherly respect from me?" I asked incredulously, "Why are you laughing anyway?"

"'Coz I never realized how funny I sounded on those stupid ring tones." He took a deep breath, probably to stop the laughter returning, "Can I see your room?"

This caught me off guard. I bumped my glass and spilt more water all over the table.

He suppressed his laughter, "Are you always this clumsy? Or is it just a special act for me?"

"Are you always this giddy? Or is it just a special act for me?" I shot back. I sponged up the rest of the water, before showing him my room.

"Your house is very small." He commented, as we were walking down the tiny hallway again. My room was at the very end of the hall.

"You're gonna laugh your head off when you see my room. Brace yourself," I told him. I put my hand on the knob, and froze, "Quick question."

"Shoot,"

"Do teenagers really scare the living shit outta 'rentals?"

"I wouldn't really know. I know I scared a lot of shit out of people when I was a teenager, though."

"I'm not even going to ask,"

He laughed softly to himself.

I took a deep breath, and then slowly opened my bedroom door. I walked inside and flinched without thinking.

"Fu-uck!" He drew the word out into two syllables, "Something tells me you'd love to come to a concert." He looked around with a stunned expression.

My walls were covered, almost totally, in posters of My Chemical Romance. On my CD shelf were their four albums, the two Panic At The Disco albums and a whole heap of other rock band albums. My laptop sat on top of my cluttered desk. It was turned on, and my My Chemical Romance screensaver was lit up. Around my laptop were drawings and random little doodles of My Chem.

I blushed, and looked at his face. It was really embarrassing. I mean, he's my dad! And he's all over my bedroom!

I followed his gaze, and realized he was gawking at my open clothes draw. I blushed even deeper. On top of all the clothes, lying obvious and unfolded were my MCR T-shirts.

"Say something," I pleaded.

He blinked and just kept staring at the room.

"Fucking, hell! Say something!"

"I've never been inside a fans bedroom. It's fucking creepy, but fucking awesome!" He wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tightly.

Holy shit! I thought I'm fucking hugging fucking Gerard Way!

"It's so good to finally know you, Jadis." He whispered in my ear.

"You once said, 'Who's your daddy? Not me, I use protection and you should too!' You're a liar!" I joked as he released me. He left his hands on my shoulders a looked at my face.

"Maybe so, but you are one of the reasons I've stopped drinking," He smiled, but his eyes were showing a different emotion. An emotion I couldn't quite name.

"Were you really drunk for three years?"

"Almost," He said lightly.

"When do you have to leave?"

"Soon, I'm afraid," He sighed, and let his arms fall from my shoulders.

"How soon?" I asked reluctantly

"In about ten minutes."

My eyes brimmed with tears. I had only just met him, and now he has to go?

"Hey, don't cry. If your mum comes in, she'll think I did something."

"Sorry," I sniffed, "it just seems too soon, you're leaving me…again."

He pulled me back into a hug.

"I feel like a fucking shit-ass dad. I'm sorry I left you. I was only seventeen; I shouldn't've been in Vegas. But, I was. And I was stupid, and young, and fucking moronic when I got pissed. You hate me, don't you?"

"You know, this is the first time I've seen you without make-up." I said trying to change the subject.

"Really? You're probably right. Normally when I go out I have some form of make-up on. I tried something different today. I didn't want to get noticed. If the press find out…well Ray'll personally kill me."

"Ray? He doesn't seem like the murderous type. It's probably the fro."

"Ah, that fucking fro."

"Don't swear in front of her, please, Gerard." My mum's voice rang from the door.

Gerard released me, and looked at my mum, "Are they here?" He asked her.

"Yes, fortunately," Mum clipped her words.

"Who's here?" I asked.

"Mikey, Frank, Bob and Ray." Gee told me, "Do you want me to go?" The question was directed at my mum, but that didn't stop me from answering.

"No!" I said at the same time as my mum said, "Yes"

"Jadis, let him go. He can leave. He always leaves." Mum told me. She was talking to me, although her eyes didn't move from Gerard's face.

"I want to get to know my dad, mum!" I almost yelled.

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady!"

"Am I not allowed to know my dad? Just like I'm not allowed to listen to My Chem songs. Or have anything to do with the band? Look around, mum! Does it look like I always do what I'm told to do? Does it look like I only ever do what I'm allowed to do? You're so controlling! I have my own mind, mum! I can think for myself!" I shouted at her.

Mum's face turned red. She was about to scream her head off at me, when we were both distracted by a strange snickering sound. We both turned out heads at the same time, to glare at Gerard. He was snickering to himself in the corner. I had almost forgotten he was there.

"Gabby, I won't let her do anything stupid, and the guys will be on their best behaviour. One night with my daughter. Please, Gabby? She'll be back tomorrow in the same condition. I swear. I would never let anything happen to her. I love her like I love Mikey. Please?" He begged.

"If there is a single scratch on her…!" Mum left the threat hanging.

"Thank-you mum!!" I squealed, as I launched myself into her arms.