Helena’s POV

I walk into the guest room that Mikey gave me. I placed my duffle bag on the bed and started unpacking. I put all of my clothes in the closet and the bathroom stuff in there. I hid my blades in a floorboard with my smokes and a bottle of Vodka that I took from my father before we left. I was putting up my posters when I heard a knock on my door. I paused my music which was playing Cry Little Sister I walked over to the door and opened it. The first thing that I saw was the glasses.

“What do you want Mikey?” I asked with a pinch of happiness seeping its way into my voice.

“I just wanted to see how you are doing. With everything and all.” He said. He was looking at the ground with his hands in his pockets, scuffing his feet on the floorboards.

“It’s gonna be weird. But I think I will like it. I just want to turn 18 and then leave this small town.” I said. I was about to close the door when he ran in, and picked me up.

“DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEEEE!!!!” He said like a 5 year old kid wanting his friend to stay with him.

“You can come you know. We can leave this town. You can bring your brother and make that band happen.” I whispered. He let me down and I hugged him. My head in the crook of his neck while he was gently stroking my hair.

“Why not now?” He asked. I took my head off of him and looked into his eyes. He grabbed my hands and looked into mine. The hazel was a pretty shade and his glasses were crooked.

“My brother can take us. We can tell my mom. I know guy that can play guitar and Gerard knows a dude that can play drums. We can see if we can make it. If not Gerard can make art and we can work part time jobs.” He said. I looked at him and started crying. He embraced me in a big hug.

After I calmed down a little. I looked up then ran to the closet. I grabbed my duffle bag and shoved all of my clothes in there again. I packed my backpack with my money, laptop, camera, phone, cables and my ID. Mikey left to go talk to his older brother. I was getting my bathroom stuff and then locked the door. I got my hidden stuff and shoved that at the bottom of my duffle bag. I got my shoes on and fixed my hair.

Mikey then ran in with a huge grin on his face and his bag in hand. I ran and gave him a huge hug. He dropped his bag and was holding me until we heard someone clear their throat. I let go and saw Gerard there. He had a small suitcase and a backpack slung around his shoulder. His hear was wet and his face was pale. I grabbed my bags and we walked over to a van parked outside the house. Mikey and Gerard got in and then Mikey helped me up. I saw a dude in the driver’s seat with an awesome fro.

“Helena this is Ray, Ray this is Helena.” Mikey introduced us. I hugged him and messed with his fro a little. He just chuckled. We were on the road and were just talking while listening to Misfits. Ray explained that he played guitar. After a while I started calling him Princess Fro-Fro. Gerard and Ray were up front while me and Mikey were in the second row. We stopped by two more people’s houses and then I met Matt and Frank. Frank was the hipper little midget but was sick at guitar. Matt was quiet and played drums. We hit the road with cheap food and a bunch of coffee running through our blood. We decided that we would stay in Jersey till we got a record deal. For the time being they would play at bars and clubs till we got something. I worked at a local record store while they were in the van working on music. We stayed at a cheap motel with all of us sharing one room. Me and Mikey got one bed. Frank and Gerard got the other, Ray slept on the floor and Matt slept in the van.

I woke up at 10 AM to see everyone gone. I saw a note on the bedside table saying they got a gig with a small record company. I did a little victory dance then hopped in the shower. They knew the owner so we didn’t have to pay which I was really thankful for. I got ready for worked and walked the 3 block journey to work.

After a long shift and a dire need for coffee I made it back to see them listening to music with a beer in all of their hands. Besides Mikey because he was still 17, but he still wore a huge grin. After I set down my bag they all tackled me in a group hug.

“WE GOT SIGNED! WE GOT SIGNED!!!!” Frank yelled in my ear.

“GOD FRANKIE DON’T SCREAM IN MY EAR! I would like to hear.” I yelled. He just wore a smile and gave me the middle finger. I shook my head and went to sit on the bed. I laid my head down on the soft pillow. I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist. I turned my head to see Mikey’s eyes meet mine.

“Congrats. It looks like we might make it.” I said.

“Yep.” He said. I felt myself drifting off to sleep but remember him muttering ‘I love you’.