Jayy's POV: I yawn deeply as I wake up. Damn, it's early, but it has to be done since Micro's been known to sleep through her alarm clock. I get up, then saunter over to her door, and knock.
"Micro, time to get up!" I call to her, as I open the door. I'm a little stunned when I see she's already awake, dressed, and is putting on her makeup and doing her hair, singing a song I know, but I don't know well. I think it's called Second and Sebring by Of Mice and Men, and she's even doing the scream parts perfectly.
When she sees me, she stops singing, and says, "Oh shit. I'm sorry, Jayy. Did I wake you up?"
"No," I say, shaking my head, "I got up to make sure you were up."
It's sweet that she was worried that she woke me, though, since our rooms are right next to each other.
I lean against the door frame of the bathroom, then ask, "So, how was your first day?"
"It was epic on so many levels. Even made a new friend," she tells me, and when she's done with her eyeliner, she hugs me, and says, "Thank you for letting me go to LACHSA."
I smile down at my little sister, hug her back, and say, "You're welcome. We all thought you might do better in an art school anyway."
Micro looks up at me, with a huge smile plastered on her face, and says, "I won't let you down."
"Glad to hear it, Micro," I say, then she pulls away, and finishes her makeup, talking animatedly about her first day. Sounds like she may have a problem with the Blonde bimbo, but other than that, it's been pretty good.
She starts to work on her now, black and red hair, but I can tell she's having a minor issue with getting the back right, so I take the comb from her, and tease it for her, then gently smooth it out, and spray it lightly with her hairspray.
She thanks me, then heads into her bedroom, and grabs a set of arm warmers. When I ask why she needs them, she says, "I got a new tattoo yesterday, and I'm not sure if the school allows them."
"They do. Just nothing vulgar or sexually explicit," I tell her.
"Alright, so mine are fine then," she says, removing the arm warmers, and placing them back in her dresser drawer. I ask to see her tattoos, when really I'm looking for new scars, and she shows me two that look like Ashley's and one that has a lyric from our song, You Are the Heart, but no new scars.
"I love this one," I say, pointing to her wrists, "I want you to remember that if you ever feel the urge to self harm, sis. You're too fun to lose."
She nods, hugs me again, and we head down to the kitchen, where Dahvie's just finishing with making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I pass on the bacon, giving mine to Micro, since she loves it, then we all eat together at the breakfast bar. Micro gets up halfway through eating though, and walks to the fridge, and grabs the orange juice. She asked if we want some, and we agree. She grabs three glasses from the cabinet, then pours the orange juice in them, and sets them in front of us.
A short time later, we all finish, and I tell her to get going. That I'll take care of the dishes. She thanks me, then grabs her bag, keys, and jacket just as Ashley, Andy, and Juliet pull in on their motorcycles. She smiles widely, and races to the bike.
Katie's POV: I grab my jacket, key's and bag, expecting to drive myself to school, but then Ashley pulls up on his bike, Andy and Juliet on another, and I race over to Ashley with a huge smile on my face.
He passes me my helmet, while I ask, "Do you plan on taking me to school everyday?"
He smirks, shrugs, and says, "I plan on spending as much time as I can with you, so yes. And I'll be picking you up everyday I can, too."
I smile wider, as I snap the clip shut, and get on the back of the bike. Once I'm settled in, the four of us head out to my school. Ashley and Andy race each other down the deserted streets, but don't do too much on the busy streets of Southern California.
When we get to the school, Juliet and I are laughing uncontrollably at the boys, and I get off the bike, passing my helmet back to Ashley. He smiles at me, shaking his head, then he, Andy, and Juliet get off the bikes, and hug me, wishing me a good day at school today.
"I'll be waiting for you, right here, at 3:45, when school lets out, baby," Ashley says, then kisses me.
Andy says, "And I'll be with him."
"Me too," Juliet adds, "Then we'll head back to the studio to do backup vocals for Lost It All."
"Awesome. Totally can't wait!" I say, then Ash tells me to get inside, and learn something, making me laugh, but oblige.
I meet up with Rocket by the lockers, and we talk about everything under the sun while Miss. Larson gets ready to start class.
"So, is Ashley picking you up later? I want to apologize for my freak out moment," Rocket says to me.
"Yeah. So is Andy and Juliet," I tell him.
He nods, then says, "Alright. Thanks for the heads up."
I then see his wristband move up, and spot a deep red gash on his wrist. My jaw hangs open, and I hiss so only he can hear, "You cut?!"
His eyes widen, and then he looks down at his wrist. He nods solemnly, then says, "Yeah. It's because of my parents. My dad wants me to follow in his footsteps as manager of a band, but I don't want that. I want to actually be in a band."
I take his hand in mine, then say, "Rocket, it's not worth it. Trust me."
"And how would you know?" he asked.
I take my jacket off, then show him my arms, and say, "Because I was the same way. I lost both my parents almost 3 years ago in a car crash with a drunk driver. My brothers, Jayy and Dahvie, helped me through that. A year ago, I was cutting deeper and deeper each day, but now I'm clean, and I have been for almost 4 months."
"How come only 4 months?" he asked.
"Because I had a really bad relapse, where I actually tried to take my own life. They got me the help I needed after that, and I've never been happier. Promise me you won't do this anymore," I plead.
He sighs, and says, "I can't promise that, but I will promise to try not to."
"That's better than nothing," I say, "I'll help you. Call me when you feel that urge, and I'll be there as soon as I can. Day or night."
"Why are you helping me?" he asked.
"Because, that's what friends are for. We'll get through this together. Promise," I say.
HE nods, then Miss. Larson is ready to start the lesson.