Four days after the fire incident, I was abruptly woken by a cheery looking Lindsey.

"Come on, Ray! Get up! Get up!" She bounces on my bed like a child.

"Unless someone died, I'm not getting up!" I grumble, flipping onto my stomach and sinking my face further into my soft, fluffy pillow.

"Rayyyyy!" She whines.

I give no response.

"Okay... I guess you don't want to go shopping with me and the witches..."

I shoot up and turn around to face her, "Witches! As in-"

"Jessika, Chantal, Alicia, and Frances. Yes." She smirks.

"Well now I'm dying of excitement, therefore you have successfully gotten me out of bed." I laugh, throwing the blankets off my legs.

Linds grabs onto my hands and hoists me to my feet, laughing while she does so.

"You have fifteen minutes to get ready before Chantie comes and picks us up." She informs before walking out of my room.

Fifteen minutes!

I quickly dash into the bathroom across the hall, where Gerard is standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth.

"Mornin'." His words are gurgled from the toothpaste resting inside his teeth.

"How long are you gonna be?"

He rinses his mouth out, "Don't I get a good morning?"

"Good morning, Gerard! I have to get in the shower, so could you please-"

He puts his hand up and stops me, "Say no more." He steps outside of the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

With a sigh, I turn the shower water on, stripping from my pajamas. Within five minutes, I finish my shower, quickly drying my hair once I get out. I dart back into my room and throw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a Simple Plan shirt. I slide a red flannel on as well, then run downstairs, where I find Lindsey finishing a cup of coffee.

"I'm ready..." I say, out of breath.

"Oh, she just texted me. Chantie won't be here for another thirty minutes." She smirks.

I don't know whether to be happy because now I have more time to wake up, or angry because I just rushed around for fifteen minutes for nothing. I just sigh and rest my elbows on the kitchen table.

"Coffee?"

I nod, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

"You okay?" Gerard enters the kitchen.

My stomach is churning, my head is pounding, and everything hurts, for all but one
reason, "I'm just a tiny bit nervous."

He pulls a chair up and sits next to me, folding his hands over his lap, mocking a therapist, "What about?"

"Eh, I guess my brain is all fucked up from the fact that I've not only met and are currently living with some of my idols, but now I'm meeting even more of them, and I'll probably be meeting the rest in the near future. It's- It's just really nerve racking." I ramble, running my hand through my hair. "I mean, I don't even know if half the people I've met this week even like me..."

Gerard rests his hand on my shoulder, "They don't like you, Ray," he bites his lip, then smiles, "they love you. Hell, Mikey's referring to you as his second niece! Cheer up, Ray-Ray!"

I laugh, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks. Lindsey places a cup of coffee in front of me, "Gee's right, everyone really loves you. Including us."

As I'm about to muster up an I love you too, the rattling of a car horn rages from outside the house.

"Does she not know how to tell time?" Linds mutters, grabbing her purse, "Ready?"

I nod and straighten myself up, chugging down the hot coffee.

"Have fun!" Gerard cheers, migrating to the coffee pot.

I send him a thumbs up before following Linds out the door. Waiting for us is a red jeep, Chantal tapping on the steering wheel.

"Hey girls!" She chirps as we get into the jeep.

"Hey, Chantie!" Lindsey hugs her.
After their hug, Chantal turns her body to face me in the backseat, "Holy shit! I'm so glad to finally meet you! Jimmy has been talking about you a lot."

It feels as though my tongue has been sterilized, so the only thing I can muster is a stuttered Hi.
She just chuckles and turns back around, shifting the jeep into drive and pulling out of the driveway.

"Okay," Chantal sighs, "Did you tell her?"

Linds shakes her head, "You explain it better than I do."

"So, Ray, there's something we should tell you about Frances. She has a condition, and the simplest term it's referred to is Peter Pan Syndrome. It's a mental issue caused from a childhood tragedy, and it makes her believe she's still a kid. When she was old enough to figure out what happened to Kurt, which was when she was six, it started," She stops at a red light, taking a breath to continue, "It's not like an all day thing, it's triggered by certain words or objects. Like, if she sees a toy she'll go ballistic," the light turns green, "or if she hears Kurt's name it triggers her. So, basically she mentally turns from a twenty three year old to a six year old throughout the day. Moral of the story, be careful what you say around her, and don't be surprised if she acts like she's six." She finishes.

(A/N: None of this is true, to my knowledge, however Peter Pan Syndrome is a real thing. Carry on.)

I blink, astonished by what I've just been informed.

"I would have never expected that." I breath, meeting eyes with Chantal through the rear view mirror.

"Not a lot of people do. We've been keeping it from the press too, so try not to spread the word. Not like you would tell, but her life is hard enough as it is, and having a bunch of shitty teens bothering her about it wouldn't help."

I watch as Linds quickly takes her phone out of her purse and types something down in her notes app.

We soon pull into the driveway of a somewhat large house. Chantal lays her hand down on the wheel, and within seconds a black haired woman runs out of the house. Frances. Bean. Cobain.

I'm surprised I haven't died of a heart attack this week.

"Hi!" She drags the word out as she climbs into the jeep, sitting next to me.

"Hi!" The three of us respond.

Frances' stunning blue eyes meet mine, "Razor, right?"

"Correct." I nod.

"Cool name."

"Thanks! You can call me Ray if you want."

"I'll stick with Razor. It makes better harassment if some dickhead bothers us at the mall. Like, y'know I could be like, 'I'll cut you with my Razor' but like, I'd be referring to you... Yeah, never mind." She trails off.

I laugh, and Linds has her head facing Frances, "How have you been, my Bean?"

"I've been good. And you, fellow witch?"

"I've been fabulous!"

"And B?"

"She's excellent. She misses you!" Linds exclaims, a smile on her face at the thought of her daughter.

By the time they finish their conversation, we've arrived at Alicia's house. It's cool how they all live relatively close to each other.

By the time we've picked everyone up, I'm stuck on Jessika's lap, which neither of us mind.

"Have you ever been to California before now?" Alicia asks me.

"Nope, first time, and I'm loving it!" I answer with a side grin.

"Awesome! We'll show you the ropes around here."

"That'd be great."

"Do you have a Twitter?" Frances speaks up, pulling her phone out from her jeans pocket.

"Yeah, it's @razehaven"

She pouts her lips as she plays around on her phone, and soon enough mine buzzes.

You have a new Twitter follower! @alka_seltzer666

"Oh yeah!" Jessika cheers getting her phone out as well.

I then get a notification that she followed me as well.

Within seconds, all of the girls in the car follow me, besides Linds because she was already following me prier to today.

"We're here!" Chantal announces, driving around searching for a parking space.

She finds a spot and parks the jeep, all of us instantly getting out. I stretch, pulling the cramped tension of the jeep from my muscles.

"So, Razor, where are we shopping first?" Frances questions, resting her arm on my shoulder while we walk into the mall. A small child holding a Bear from Build-a-Bear Workshop walks past us, and Frances stops. With a blink, it's like she's a whole new person, "Bear! I want a bear! Can I get a bear? Pretty please?"

"Not today, Franie." Linds says gently, a look of worry on her face.

Frances' eyes fill with tears, and she begins screaming, "I want a bear!" People watch as the twenty three year old has a tantrum. She falls to the floor and begins beating her fists on the tile.

Instincively, I drop down next to her and hold her in my arms, caressing her hair, "Hey, don't cry. We'll get you a bear another time, but how about some ice cream for now? Yeah?"

She sniffles, wiping her tears away with her shirt that says I'm a Toys R Us Kid in red letters on the front, "I like ice cream."

I smile at her, standing up and pulling her up with me.

"Come on, Frances, let's go get that ice cream." Alicia takes Frances by the hand and guides her to a dessert store.

"How did you get her to calm down so quickly? I'm a mother and it takes me longer to get her to stop crying!" Linds gasps, watching Frances order her ice cream

I look down, "I had an autistic sister... She passed away from cancer a few years ago."

"Awe, I'm sorry, kid." She gives me a quick hug, and the others hug me as well.

"We're your sisters now, Ray. Don't be sad." Chantal flashes a warm smile.

Alicia and Frances return back to us, "So, ready for some shopping?"