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Gerard, Mikey and Ray were sitting in the Ways' basement, surrounded by various instruments and strewn pieces of crumbled up paper, chattering amongst themselves. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence; the basement had become somewhat of an oasis for them. A place to go whenever they felt particularly inspired; if they needed to discuss something regarding My Chemical Romance; or even just to use as a haven. Point is, more often than not, the band members could be found there.

The sound of the basement door barging open and Frank's running down the stairs startled the guys and snapped them out of their engrossment with either their instrument or their writing.

"Guys, I found us a drummer!" Frank beamed excitedly.

"Yeah?" Mikey asked, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of a new band member, "Who is he?"

"She."

"What?"

"Who is she," Frank correct, yet Mikey still stared confusedly at him, "You asked 'who is h'- oh, nevermind," Frank clicked his tongue and turned to face the door, "(Y/N), you can come in!"

The moment you walked through the door, Ray, Mikey and Gerard instantly perked up and noticeably straightened their posture. As you made your way down the stairs, each of their gazes were transfixed on you, which, admittedly, made you slightly uncomfortable, but you trusted Frank and he assured you that even though they were a bit weird, they were totally harmless.

"Dibs," Ray whispered to the brothers, who in turn both shot daggers at him. "What? It's only fair. You guys always get the girls..."

"She's so hot," Mikey remarked under his breath, as you made your way closer.

"So hot," Gerard mumbled.

Frank sniggered at his bandmates' clear infatuation with you as he placed an arm around your shoulders.

"Guys, (Y/N). (Y/N), these are the losers I told you about. That's Mikey and Gerard - they're brothers – and that's Ray," Frank introduced, pointing at each of the guys in turn.

"Hi," you waved, "It's lovely to meet you all." You smiled at Ray, making his heart flutter.

"Believe me, the pleasure is ours," Gerard spoke up, "But, uh, if you wanna be our drummer, we're gonna have to ask you a couple of questions first. That okay?"

"Oh, um, yeah, yeah, that's fine," you responding, moving to sit down on the two-seater as the rest of the guys piled onto the three-seater, Frank ending up sitting on both the brother's lap due to the lack of space.

For a moment, they all just stared at you without saying a word and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

"So... are you guys gonna ask me anything or...?"

"OH! Yeah, yeah," the guys reached for random pieces of paper and pen, not really intending to write anything down. They didn't even truly have any set interview questions; they just wanted an excuse to stare at you.

"Forgive them," Frank rolled his eyes, "They haven't gotten laid in like, a century, so being so close to a beautiful female is kinda, excuse the pun, hard for them."

You tried your hardest to supress your laughter as his comment gained a chorus of 'hey's' and curse words from the guys. Mikey and Gerard even shoved Frank off of their lap and onto the floor, where he now stayed.

"Okay, so, (Y/N), how long have you been playing for?" Gerard asked, cheeks still pink from Frank's remark.

"For as long as I can remember. My family is very musically inclined, so my parents started my siblings and I off very young. They say that I was playing drums before I could walk," you chuckled, which made the guys smile.

"And, uh, why do you wanna be a part of our band?" Mikey questioned.

"I'm a huge fan. Have been ever since Frank invited me to one of your shows a few months ago. I think you guys are phenomenal."

The guys looked taken aback as well as flattered by your comment. Well, except for Frank. He just smiled and winked at you, and you smiled back, prompting the other three to glare at him. Partly out of jealously, and partly out of anger that he hadn't mentioned you sooner. Or introduced you to them at the show you went to.

"Why don't you show them what you can do," Frank cocked his head at the drum kit in the corner of the room, ignoring his friends' dirty looks.

And that's exactly what you did. Twenty years of playing drums, and it was almost second nature to you. You manoeuvred excellently, hitting the drums with a precision and passion that left the guys speechless, as Frank just smiled smugly.

When you finished, you beamed widely at the four of them who were still speechless. As soon as you stood up, though, you were met with raucous applause, making you giggle as you took a bow.

"So, I think it's safe to say that you're now a member of My Chemical Romance, right guys?" Frank spoke and the others added their agreements.

"Thank you guys," you gushed.

"I have a question," Ray chimed as he looked at you, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Uh, actually, yeah, I do."

~

The next few months were quite easily the best months of your life. After all the bullshit you'd been through, you finally felt like you found a place where you belonged.

And that place was in My Chemical Romance.

From word go, the guys had taken you under their wing and treated you like nothing short of a queen.

You'd always had a pretty good relationship with Frank, but being in a band with him strengthened that beyond belief, and now, he was like a big brother to you; always looking out for you, saving you from interviewers' prying questions and just making sure you were always doing fine.

Mikey and Gerard reminded you a lot of your younger twin brothers. Not just because they themselves were siblings, but also because they would constantly want to spend time with you, talking about comics, music and asking for help with girl troubles.

All in all, it was quite accurate to say that the boys were literally like family.

And then there was Ray.

Right from the start, Ray made no effort to hide his ever-growing crush on you, and he didn't seem to care whether you, or any else, knew about it. He wasn't so bad that it made you feel uncomfortable or violated in any way, of course; he'd usually just pass cute comments your way or tell you how beautiful you looked that day. And although you wouldn't admit it to yourself, you slowly started falling for him, too.

Your relationship with your boyfriend was never a strong one to begin with – the two of you were set up by mutual friends, and decided to give it a go for their sake; clearly, that idea was doomed from the start – but lately, you seemed to be drifting apart far more rapidly than usual. You'd try to pretend nothing was wrong; you'd go to his baseball matches and he'd come to your shows, but your relationship was honestly a lost cause.

"You were sick tonight, (Y/N/N)!" Frank complimented, high-fiving you.

"Not as good as you, but thanks," you smiled, "Hey, have you seen Ryan? He's usually waiting backstage for me."

"Yeah, I think I saw him going into the bathroom over there," Frank pointed in the direction he'd last seen your boyfriend walking in.

You said a quick thanks and started towards the bathroom to wait for Ryan. When you approached the door, you heard the distinct sound of a woman giggling and you immediately knew what was going to happen next: You'd open the door, see Ryan and some random skank making out – or, if you're really lucky, fucking, - , and then he'd half-heartedly try to explain himself.

But you opened the door, nonetheless, because you were way past caring about this relationship.

You sighed deeply, pushed the door open and your suspicions were confirmed.

"Nice one."

~

When you walked into the tour bus a few days later, the guys went completely silent, not knowing whether to act normal, like you hadn't just broke up with your boyfriend or to shower you with condolences because you had just broke up with your boyfriend.

Mikey decided to go with a, "You look great!" which resulted in the other three mumbling in approval.

"Thanks! It's amazing what getting rid of a cheating jerk can do to your complexion!"

Frank found that absolutely hilarious, and burst out laughing before muttering a 'sorry' when the other three shot him stern looks.

"It's okay," you assured, "Never loved him anyways."

You made your way to the fridge to grab a soda, and Ray followed.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," you smiled back.

"Listen, I know you said that you're fine and that you don't care or whatever but... just know that I really, really care about you and if there's anything you need, I'm here."

"Actually, there is something."

"What is it?"

"Kiss me."

So he did.

And you'd never felt so complete.

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