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[Jared Wentz]

[/i]... that was a long time. It made Jared feel sick that he hadn't told Deryck yet, and that Pete and Ashlee hadn't either. Jared sighed, tugged down at his black hoodie, and took a drink of the cappuccino infront of him.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

Outside it was quiet. Well, sort of. The only thing Helena heard, or let herself hear, was the pitter patter of the rain that had just started. Of course, she didn’t have a coat, but she didn’t mind. She was perfectly okay with getting drenched as she slowly trudged to Starbucks. By now, her hair -which was black with orange streaks- was soaked and clinging to her head, her black ripped jeans had become even tighter, and seeing as they had holes in them, water was trickling in. But she did have on one warm thing, which she was glad for, a My Chemical Romance hoodie. Helena knew it wasn’t hers, that it was her Uncle Mikey’s, but she didn’t care. She took her family’s clothes all the time, she would have taken her dads but Mikey’s fit better. Thinking this, a small smirk crawled onto her face.

Finally, Helena reached Starbucks. Her head lifted, so that she wasn’t starring at the ground any longer, and she opened the door. Helena didn’t take anytime to get in, she just rushed in as quickly as possible. She liked the rain and all, but she wanted to be just a little bit warmer. Plus, the metal of her snake bites was a little too cold on her lips for her liking. It was times like these when she really hated her brother for making her get them. It was bad enough that she was scared to death of needles. She didn’t need for him to make her have needles actually put in her. Helena shivered at the memory, the memory of getting them. Her brother had dragged her into the shop, then held her down as they pierced her lower lip, and she had been squeezing her brothers hand so hard it was red all around.

Her eyes darted around the shop. She didn’t feel like actually getting anything to drink, just to be in someplace...warm. Or at least warmer than outside and out of the rain. Her hair was dripping wet, but she didn’t care. She never did. Something caught Helena’s eyes, a boy sitting on the couch. He looked somewhat familiar to her, but she didn’t know why. Almost like she had seen him before. He looked deep in thought. And being Helena, being Helena, walked over to him. She knew she was wet, but she really didn’t care right now. When she reached him, she gave him a small hug. It didn’t last long at all, and for once it wasn’t tight. She was letting him get off easy because she was wet. ”Hi! I’m Helena. Oh, and I hug everyone, so sorry if I got you a little wet.” she told him, taking a seat next to him and flashing a warm smile.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared joked lightly, moving up on the couch so she could have more space. "I'm Jared," he added. It was so nice to be able to sit in Starbucks and not get recognized because of his band, and then have someone come up to him and hug him simply because he looked like he needed a hug. Right now Jared could do with a few hugs an a couple of bottle of vodkas, but he wasn't going to solve his problems like that. When Derry found out the truth all hell would break loose. Derry had a temper as well, and Jared wasn't scared of what Derry could do, but more scared of what Jared himself wouldn't do. Jared would never bring himself to hit his little brother - not ever. If Derry hit him, Jared would take it all. Funny, because if it had been anyone else Jared would go absolutely mental.

Jared looked at the coffee again, it was half finished but it was still warm. He took a drink from it and looked at the girl - Helena, as she'd introduced herself. Jared's eyes fell on her snake bites and then drifted away to her hair, and then back to the coffee again.
"Would you like a coffee?" Jared asked, pulling his card out. Jared was more than happy to buy one for the girl - Jared was a very social person. He'd practically stop to help a murderer if he felt like he could gain a friend from it. Jared was wary of who he made friends with though, but something told him that he could trust this girl. That unlike many girls before her he wouldn't be landed in shit or part of a public fued because of her.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

Helena’s smile grew. He didn’t run away. And he actually hugged her back. That like never happened, not when she hugged people she didn’t know. It was a nice change, and something Helena wanted a lot. But never got. Though she never complained, and most likely never would. She didn’t want to burden others with her feelings. It just wasn’t the way she was. Her favorite part though? He hugged her even though she was soaking wet. When most people wouldn’t even hug her, they would just run away. Some even kicked her. But she never stopped, never hit back, just smiled, and walked away. Helena never has been very good at standing up for herself, she tends to just take things the way they are and walk away. Trying to leave all her problems in the past, or on paper and in songs.

A laugh escaped her lips, ”A hugging career I might be good at. Now to find one, even though, most people I hug run away, some kick me, and some even scream ‘VAMPIRE!’ as they run. Makes me laugh.” she shrugged, pretending it was nothing. Even though she hated that. And anyways, vampires aren’t real, so it annoyed her when people called her or her family vampires. It was funny at first, now it’s just plain stupid. For some reason, she recognized the name, like she had heard it before. But she didn’t say anything. She was just glad that he didn’t recognize her, it was a nice change. Not that anyone really ever wanted to be her friend anyway, most people thought she was ‘emo’ automatically just because of who her dad was. And the way she dressed, but she liked the way she dressed. And she was far from ‘emo’, she loved her life. She got along with her family. Yeah, they had a few problems, but so did every family, but she still loved them and would die for them. Yes die.

He offered her cofee. No one ever did anything like that. But she didn’t normally like it when others paid for her, though right now she was soaking wet, cold, and broke. Helena didn’t even notice she was cold until she found herself shivering. ”Sure. Normally I would never let you buy it, but I’m broke and freezing. And I think my mom would freak if I came home soaking wet, going on about how I shouldn’t be out in the rain especially in my uncles hoodie. Then ask how I even got it.” she laughed, rolling her eyes. For some reason, she was starting to feel like she trusted him, even though normally that took a while to happen.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared pondered, mostly to himself. "I'm a bit uneducated in the vampire side of things, I wouldn't recognize one if they staggered up to me with their fangs out... I'd just presume they were trying to bum a cigarette off of me," Jared smiled. It was true - anyone could come up to him and Jared would instantly think they just wanted a cigarette. It was a bit embarassing sometimes when he told a fan; 'sorry, I'm all out right now'. Jared smiled at the girl, and then stood up when she said she would allow him to buy a coffee for her. Jared understood what she was getting at - Jared never let people buy anything for him, not that people generally needed to. Most of the people he hang out with were either his band mates, and therefore wouldn't offer to buy him anything anyway because they were tight little shits (Jared loved them all the same) or they were people who, unlike Jared, didn't seem to own a bottomless pit of a bank account due to a platinum selling band. However, Jared still hated the offer of money, mostly from his father, of all people. If Pete offered money Jared would never take it, he didn't need it, nor did he want Pete's charity.

"I'm flattered," Jared said, with a sincere smile mixed in with his normal smirk that was almost constantly present on his face. He got up and ordered her a coffee, handed his card over and moved along to collect the coffee. He did so and took his card back, walking back toward the girl and putting the coffee down infront of her on the table.
"Voila, mademoiselle Helena," Jared said with a smile as he sat back down on the couch and picked up his own coffee, slipping the card back into his jean pocket. "So, are you a college student?" Jared asked her.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

Helena laughed. ”There are so many things said about vampires, no one seems to agree on anything. Some say they burn to ash in the sun, others say they just get a really bad sunburn, and some say that they can’t be seen in the sun because it would cause to many accidents since their skin looks like millions of diamonds when in the sun.” she told him, shaking her head. ”Well, I can tell you one thing. Never offer me one unless you want a slap in the head. I’ve gotten in trouble many times before because I put water in my dads cigarettes.” she warned him, because she would probably do it to his to if she was alone with them. Helena didn’t like smoking, and used her own ways to try and get people to stop. At least for a while. And putting water in them was her favorite. Or hiding them. Oh, and cutting them up into tiny pieces. That was fun. Helena never seemed to take money from anyone, she liked to earn it. Whenever her dad offered her money she told him that he did enough for her, and wouldn’t take it. It’s just the way she is.

She waited while we got her a coffee. Helena found herself playing with a hole in her jeans, and -not on purpose- making it bigger. If you asked her why she was doing this, she wouldn’t be able to answer. She would most likely shrug it off and say ‘because I’m bored’. Helena stopped when he put the coffee down. She gave him a warm smile, ”Thanks.” she told him, picking the coffee up. ”No, I’m a senior. My brother is in college though, I don’t think I will go. I like singing, writing, and drawing. And collect knives. Really, I would have no clue what to go to college for.” she told him honestly, taking a sip of the coffee.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said, and then thought about what she'd said about cigarettes. "I really shouldn't smoke, because I sing too," Jared explained. "It's probably damaged my voice... Pete - I mean, my dad used to be in a hardcore band," Jared said. He had to remember to call Pete 'dad' around people who weren't really familiar with his family story, and then he decided he was going to explain it to her a little bit, whether she cared or not. "I call my dad by his first name, because we've never got on," Jared explained. "I call my mom by her first name too - I moved out when I was fifteen, I couldn't take the fights with Pete any longer. We share a similiar personality, I guess, and I think our arguments were driving Ashlee potty," Jared said with a sad smile. Yeah, their fights had definitely driven Ashlee up the wall - probably the cause of her signing her name on that dotted line to get a divorce... something he should really tell his little brother about, but then again, he didn't want to.

"I never went to college, I just went straight on to tour with my band," Jared continued. "College never really interested me much, it couldn't teach me anything of any worth," Jared explained, finishing his coffee and looking over at Helena. "Do you want sugar with that?" Jared asked suddenly. Jared was a kind boy, although some people failed to recognize that at times. He did seem a little conceited at times, and India often told him he was 'in love with himself', but Jared did have a nice side. It was usually only seen by woman though, generally because Jared was a bit of a gentleman when it came down to woman. Chivalry wasn't dead in Jared's mind and all that kind of business. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

At least he understood she had no need to go to college. Her mom still wanted her too, though her dad didn’t care as long as she didn’t drop out of school right now. ”I just never liked smoking. Everyone in my family seems to smoke, and they still do it around my uncle even though he had asthma." So he called his parents by their names, something Helena never did. Seeing as he told her about his family, she decided to tell him a bit. ”I always call my parents mom and dad. But I get along with them really well, me and my dad are closer though. Even if he isn’t home much, somehow his band is still together. Though they don’t do that much anymore. I always went on tour with them before I had to start school. I think my Uncle Mikey had to pull me off my dad because I didn’t want to leave him. Even though my dads bandmates aren’t really my uncles, they seem that way so I always call them my uncles. Only Mikey is really my uncle though. He tried to teach me bass, like he plays, I sucked at that. They always say I’m just like my dad, Gerard. We both like to sing, we both like to draw, and we both are terrified of needles. I wanted to kill my brother when he made me get snake bites,” she told him, shuddering at the memory, ”But I still love him, even if he is an ass half the time.” she added, smiling. Her and her brother got along well, they just got into fights a lot also.

”I really have no clue what I’m going to do. I was hoping to figure that out when I had to. As of right now, I’m just going to continue doing what I always do. Hugging random people. Dancing like a maniac when no one is watching. Writing poetry and stories. Drawing anything and everything. And singing whatever, whenever.” she explained, taking another sip of her coffee. A smirk grew on her face. ”Sure. Even though, I must warn you. I get extremely hyper when I’ve had sugar. My dad has officially banned me from having any, since he can’t handle me when I have sugar. Well, him and his bandmates can’t handle me, and my mom. But that’s also normally because both me and Uncle Frank had sugar, then we go crazy.” she giggled. It was a funny sight really. If anyone could get sugar high, it was Helena.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/i] daughter. Jared looked down into the coffee and then back up at Helena. He should have known - the name was a bit of a dead give away, wasn't it? Jared stood up silently, got a few sugar packets and walked back over to Helena. He sat back down again, letting the news sink in that this girl was infact famous, and he looked at her again, for a second he wondered whether or not he could trust her, but he decided he could do. He smiled at her, and relaxed a little bit more. Gerard was a decent person - Pete was friends with Mikey, so Jared had occasionally stumbled across the pathway of the Way brothers on occasion. However, he'd never met Gerard's daughter.
"I'm closer to my Pete's bandmates than I am to him... He did teach me bass when I was about nine," Jared explained. "But it was Patrick that taught me to sing, and play guitar, and how to play the drums... Pete and I would just shout at one another, just to bring each other down... We both purposely tried to destroy everything, and in the end it made me feel like Pete wasn't my dad anymore. He might be biologically but to me... he's just the guy looking after my little brother for me," Jared said, and then looked at Helena again. "I didn't have a bad upbringing, my parent's aren't bad people, they're just... bad together," Jared said.

"As for what I'm going to do... I hope my band continues. We've had too many twists and turns not to be able to make it any furthur," Jared said, mostly to himself now. Xerox had to make it after all of this - after losing Tom. They couldn't just give up the dream, they just had to find someone who shared the same dream that they had. "We... er... we lost our bassist about half a year ago - I don't mean he quit or anything, that would have been nice..." Jared said, realizing how weird this was all sounding. For a second he wondered exactly why he was telling Helena all this, but he continued anyway. "We were in a van accident," Jared told her, and he left it at that. He reached out for his coffee, which was now cold, and he finished it off. Losing Tom had been such a shock to the band, something so unexpected... Death always was. Tom had only been eighteen, no one in the world deserved to lose their life so young. Yet, if only Jared hadn't been driving that van, if only they'd decided to wait out the snow before driving. There were so many 'what ifs' and 'maybes' and 'if onlys' that in the end Jared didn't really know how to point the blame. Was it him? Was it the weather? Was it the guy in the Ford? Was it just a horrible twist of fate?

"Sorry, it's all getting a bit morbid here," Jared said, trying to brighten up again. First he was talking about how Pete and him fought a lot, and now about how his band had lost their bassist. It wasn't the brightest of conversations, was it? He brushed his hair back from his face and sighed. "Dancing like a maniac and hugging random people sounds like a pretty good career oppotunity to me," Jared said. "I always wanted to be a food tester," he smirked. "Y'know... I could test all the sweets and say which ones were tasty and what wasn't. I'd probably get a bit fat though," Jared smirked.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

Even though she didn’t let it show, she saw Jared’s frown. But she didn’t really care, most people were a little wary of her once they learned about her dad. She was just always surprised that they couldn’t guess it at first, since her name was a dead give away. Helena took one of the sugar packets, putting it into her coffee. She didn’t realize that she had been a little tense until he smiled at her again, and she loosened up. She always got a little tense when she told people who her parents, well dad, was. Helena had seen Pete before, when he came over to Mikey’s one time, and she was there with her dad, Gerard. Though, why anyone would want to be at Mikey’s she didn’t know. It was always a complete wreck. He never cleaned anything.

”I’m pretty much close to all of them. They all have put some of themselves into the way I act, like how I hate cleaning I learned from Mikey, since he like never cleans anything, and I’m hyper a lot like Frank, and like Bob and Ray am a hard worker, or so I’ve been told.” she shrugged. For some reasons he felt like she could trust him with this, most people she wouldn’t tell because they might tell a magazine or something. ”My dad taught me how to sing, Frank and Ray taught me guitar, but I sucked at that. Bob tried to teach me drums, but I have no sense of rhythm at all.” she added, smiling. Helena nodded, ”Yeah. Some people just aren’t meant to be together. Though my parents only fight about one thing mainly. My mom wants them to stop being a band, she says they’ve been going on long enough and they should just stop. But my dad says as long as they still have fans, and are wanted. And as long as they are still friends and can keep the band together, they are going to stay a band. I’m always on my dad’s side, my mom says it’s only because I’m ‘just like him’ and because he always tries to put me and my siblings in the music videos.” she laughed, taking another sip of her coffee.

Helena listened as he spoke, not taking her eyes off of him. Taking a few more sips as she listened. She nodded, her way of telling him she understood. Losing someone was never a good thing. And living in the Way household there was almost always talk of death everywhere. Pictures of death. Anything to do with death. She was glad he was telling her, it was nice to know someone trusted her. My dad named me after his grandma, not the song, even though the song was his way of letting go of her after she died. Even though her name was Elena, he preferred calling her ‘Helena’.” she told him. Helena knew it was usually hard to talk about someone’s death. “Everyone’s meant to go at a certain time, even though we wish they wouldn’t leave us.” she added, her way of saying it’s all right.

”You don’t know morbid until you have lived in the Way household for 17 years.” she told him laughing. ”My dad is like obsessed with death.” she added, taking another sip of her coffee. Sometimes she just wished that her dad was not obsessed with death, it freaked her out sometimes. But she learned to deal with it after a while. ”Me and my dad are working on a comic book together right now, I would love something with hugging random people, but most are scared away thinking I’m a vampire. Comes with the family.” she told him laughing, since a lot of people thought her family were a bunch of vampires. ”But I only dance like maniac when no one is looking. For some reason I don’t like to draw that much attention to myself.” she added, finishing off her coffee. Helena laughed -again. ”Food taster would be good. Unless I had to taste test anything Ray cooked. The rest of my dad’s band can cook, except for him. He’s...not the best cook in the world to say it nicely.” she told him, shuddering. ”I’m never eating his cooking ever again. I think his hair was in it last time.” she added, shivers going up and down her spine. Just thinking about his cooking made her scarred. Helena looked Jared up and down. ”You? Get fat? Is that even possible?”

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said. "There's more pills batting around that place than there is in a fucking hospital, I swear," Jared said with a smile. "Whatever, though, y'know? I'm a worrier... I worry that I'm going to get depression too, but if I spend my life worrying about I'll probably get it regardless, so... It's just easier to forget all about it," Jared said, looking down into the bottom of the Starbucks cup and then turning it around to look at the dregs of the coffee that hadn't dissolved - he put the cup down again and looked over at Helena. "I wasn't really named after anyone... Pete just liked the name, although I do have his middle name... one of them, at least," Jared said. He smiled at Helena and then picked up one of the sugar packets, opening it and poured it out onto the table, drawing little designs with it.

"Death always happens to those people who seek the opposite," Jared said. "Tom was fucking full of life... he lived every single day to the full," Jared said. "We were like... discussing our next album name when it all happened..." Jared said. When all the sugar had been poured out, he put the packet down and started making the designs with his fingers. "It was last December... it was really icy and there was another car coming on the opposite side of the road. I'd told them if we drove to our next venue that day we had the next day to hang out and have fun..." Jared said. "It was great... touring was great," Jared told her, making a little sugar ghost on the table, poking at the face to make the eyes, pushing the sugar away. "He was eighteen, no one deserves that at eighteen," Jared said. "We fucking did everything, everything we could... George even donated blood to try and keep him alive, but nothing worked," Jared said, and he shut his eyes. "I shouldn't be saying all this... it's ridiculous, I've literally just met you and I'm telling you my life story... Sorry... I'm not usually this awkward," Jared said, with a sigh. Helena didn't know him - she couldn't judge him for whatever he'd done or hadn't done, and perhaps that's what he found so good about talking with her.

"I can put on weight, it's a really fluctuating thing. I lose it a lot on tour, so that's alright, but I haven't been on tour for a while so... Y'know, the cupcakes have to go somewhere," Jared joked weakly, poking his stomach. He turned back to his little design on the table, now he was drawing out Jack Skellington, picking up another sugar packet to make Zero for Jack. He looked up at Helena with a smile. "We're too young to decide what we want to do for the rest of our lives... these are the best times of our lives, we're young, we're good looking - well, not me exactly but I compensate with my amazing personality," Jared joked. "Y'know... right now we shouldn't be dreaming about the rest of our lives... If you think about the future too much you let the present pass you by." [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

Helena laughed, ”You could easily find a bunch of booze and pills in the Way household, either mine or my Uncle Mikey’s. Or at anyone’s place in My Chemical Romance. And more knives than you have ever seen, but that’s because of me. I got it taken away when I was 13, my dad promised he would make my birthday, and I had no friends, everyone was afraid of me, or just called me ‘the little emo girl’. But I started a new collection, and after I found where my parents hid my first collection I added them to my new collection.” she explained, morbid was defiantly something she knew. Helena nodded, ”Yeah, I think I will probably get depression sometime, for more than one reason.” she sighed, she felt like she could trust him, but she didn’t really want to explain all the reasons why she thought she might get depressed. Helena looked up at him, just now realizing that she at been staring at her empty coffee cup as she had been speaking. She noticed that he had started drawing on the sugar that he had poured on the table.

Helena nodded, letting him speak. She knew it was hard to talk about death sometimes, so she didn’t want to interrupt. ”It’s okay, sometimes it’s better when you just talk about it. And a lot of the time when you’re famous, or the kid of someone famous even, you don’t have many people you can tell, who you can vent to. Because too many people, even if you thought they were your friend, would tell someone from a magazine or something and you would find it on the cover of a magazine a week later.” she told him, giving him a slight smile. She was speaking from experience, she did that once. Bad, bad, mistake. She told a ‘friend’ -or so she thought- about how she almost killed herself when she was 13, and then found it on the cover of a magazine the next month. Since then she rarely told anyone anything. Just let all her emotions bottle up inside.

”I seem to never put weight on. No matter how much I eat. I eat like our whole house, and gain nothing. Most people would love that, but sometimes it gets annoying. I’m already practically skin and bone.” she told him, smiling. Yeah she was weird like that, when most girls would be complaining they were too fat when they looked like her, she was complaining that she was too skinny. ”I keep begging my dad to let me go on tour with him again, but I’m only allowed during the summer, but once I finish school I can go on a full tour with him.” she sighed. No, she wasn’t one of those girls that wanted to have everything go her way, far from it, but she did want to spend more time with her dad. ”I think I’m one of the few teenagers that actually wants to spend time with their family.” she added laughing. Helena’s eyes went to the drawing in the sugar, Jack Skellington. Her eyes widened, her smile growing. ”JACK SKELLINGTON!” she exclaimed, her jaw dropping. She loved him, ”It’s pretty much impossible not to love him, when I have to see Frank so much.” she explained. Helena laughed, ”Yeah. I guess you’re right. But I do kinda need to know what I’m actually going to do, but I can figure that out when I have to. Which is not right now.” she added, her smile growing -if that was possible. ”Pfft. You are too good looking.” she told him, not realizing what she said until it left her mouth.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said, looking down at the little drawing. He wasn't a bad little artist, but he wasn't anything like Tabitha or Ira, who both seemed to have some sort of knack for drawing. Jared smiled at the picture, "hard not to love him when Pete has him tattooed on his arm - it used to scare the shit out of me when I was a kid," Jared smirked. "I love the way he thinks he's doing good but he always messes up, it's... very human-like, actually," Jared said, looking at the picture and then looking up at Helena again. He had always been allowed on tour - within reason, of course. Tours during school weren't allowed to last more than two weeks, which was always very restricting, but somehow the band had made it through school, and they'd all graduated, and were now free to tour as they lived. Only, not anymore, Jared wanted to stay at home for a little while right now. It was easy to say you'd moved on but it was a lot harder to get back in the saddle after you'd fallen off the horse, so to speak.

Jared looked at Helena when she said he was good looking, and he grinned. He hadn't intentionally been trying to catch her out, but he couldn't say he wasn't flattered by what she'd said. He looked back at the drawing of the sugar he'd done and then back at Helena.
"Thanks," Jared said. "It makes a change from being told I'm absolutely butt-ugly by George," Jared smirked. George was his room mate, band-mate and all round best friend for the past seven or eight years. Jared was closer to him than perhaps anyone else in the world, maybe even closer than he was to Deryck. Deryck - or Ponyboy, as Jared called him - was quite reliant on Jared, where as George and Jared weren't so reliant with one another, so they saw more eye to eye with things. Jared was close to Derry, of course, but things kept Jared from being as close as he could be - his situation, where he was living, Derry's drug problem... It was an endless list of things that ripped them apart and yet somehow made them close as well. Jared was the one who was always there for Deryck, even if he screamed and shouted and got violent with him.

Jared picked up another sugar packet, trying his best to remember what Sally looked like as she started drawing her out too. He felt a bit peculiar right now, because he'd been saying so much to Helena - he felt very exposed. He remembered thinking he could trust people, people who were famous to begin with and who used things that Jared told them to boost their own publicity. Jared's arrest would have been very low-key if it wasn't for his 'friend' making out that Jared had been the one who had started the fight to begin with. Jared had then been landed in more shit, but the charges had eventually been dropped. Jared was a socialable person - he liked making new friends, but he was wary of every one he ever met. There was no telling what people wanted, Jared couldn't read people's minds, although he would like to be able to.
"But you're right... you'll figure it out eventually, maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow... maybe not for a year, but you will," Jared said. "Everyone has a calling, I think, even the people who work their butts off in Maccy-Dees... those people have just ignored the signs for their callings," Jared said. "Listen to me... next thing you know I'll be telling you I can predict the future and that aliens are actually little grey men and they live under my bed..." he smirked.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Helena Way]

A feel of relief swept over Helena, he didn’t say anything about her knife collection -or trying to kill herself. That she was glad for. She just didn’t like talking about it. She was surprised that she had even told him, it wasn’t like her. Nope, not like her at all. Helena just kept telling him things that normally took her months, even years, to tell other people. Which is why she had never told anyone before, she usually didn’t have friends for very long. If at all. ”Just looking at Ray, with his Afro, and Frank, with tattoo’s covering him, used to scare me when I was little ll the time. For some reason, my dad never scared me, even though I’m not sure why. He looks like a ghost half the time.” she laughed, looking at Jared.

Helena laughed, and started drawing in the sugar herself. Really she was making pictures of anything, and some random stuff her dad taught her how to draw. ”Your welcome. I’ve only heard that I’m pretty from a few people that are not in my family, your brother included, after I almost fell on top of him in the streets. I really should actually start opening my eyes when I’m walking.” she laughed, drawing a heart with a knife through it. For some reason she found herself drawing those kinds of things often, partly because of her dad, partly because anyone she ever liked never liked her back and she never could manage to keep friends. Even if she was always nice to them, they normally just wanted to use her to gain popularity. Which really annoyed her. But Helena still tried to make new friends, so she normally only told people her first name. That way it was slightly harder to figure out who she was, even though her first name was pretty much a dead give away. Which was the only thing she didn’t like about her name. ”I’m guessing George is your best friend?” she asked, looking up from what she was drawing. ”I’ve never actually had a real friend before, besides my siblings, my dad, and his bandmates, but they really don’t count since they are pretty much all family.” she whispered, looking down at the drawing, hoping that maybe he didn’t hear her. But she doubted that.

Helena found herself nodding to what Jared told her. He was right, she would find what her ‘calling’ was one of these days. Just not right now. ”Yeah. You’re right. Anyways, for right now I’m just going to stick to helping my dad wright -and draw- some comic books. And he has now said that I must be there whenever they are writing new lyrics, because -and I quote- ‘you are part of this band when it comes to writing lyrics. You already give us half our ideas, so when we start writing new lyrics you better be there.’” she laughed, putting what he dad said in quotations with her fingers. ”I still don’t see how he likes anything I write. But apparently the whole band likes it, somehow.” she added, shrugging. So she didn’t have the biggest self-confidence in the world....okay so she had barley any self-confidence, but that’s just the way she is. ”Wait. You mean you can’t predict the future? And that aliens aren’t actually little grey men and they live under your bed?” she asked sarcastically, faking astonishment.

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said. He looked up when she said she'd never really had a proper friend, and he was about to say something, and then decided not to comment. It was sad Helena had never really had a friend - she came across as a very social, very nice person. Jared understood what the people in Los Angeles were like though, and the kind of thing they wanted. George was Jared's friend from Chicago, so Jared would trust him with his life. Juan and Kyan had been friends from Los Angeles, friends who grew up in suburban parts who had no interest in poaching other people's fame. Jared and them had literally worked from scratch, as Jared had wanted nothing to do with his father's fame - although his hand had opened for them on tour once, but that was a few years ago, and it seemed to have been a lot more beneficial to the band than saying 'hey, our lead singer is Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson's child - buy our CD'.

"I kind of hope I've found my calling already," Jared said, looking at the picture she'd made and looked back up at her. Jared had always been into music - it was such a cliche that a musicians son became a musician himself but there they were. Jared and Deryck were both in bands, although Jared's had mainstream interest and Deryck's didn't, Jared envied Deryck for that sometimes, but whatever - if TRL was going pay their bills so they could continue to play then so be it. "I work at The Live House," Jaed said suddenly, reaching in his pocket for a piece of paper. He wrote down the address just incase she didn't know where it was. "My band's playing tonight, and it's like an all night thing, so... come?" Jared asked, holding the address out to her with a smile.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]