One of the [Pretty] Boys ||Frank Iero|| |1|

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Jordan emitted a low growl under her breath as she pushed herself off the floor after having searched under her bed for her lost misplaced transformers guitar plectrum. She ran her fingers stressfully through her long fire truck red hair as her green eyes scanned her almost empty room again. She knew something like this would happen right at the last minute, and it had to be something important to her as well.

She sighed in defeat and kicked the masking tape she had been using on the moving boxes to the other side of her now almost-officially old room. She placed herself down on the last box that had yet to be moved into the entrance hall for her Dad to take and rested her head in her hands. It had been a stressful couple of days that she was glad were over, she never realised how much junk she actually possessed; and yet couldn't be brought to part with.

She was nervous about leaving home, but excited as well, she was finally getting the break her twenty-one year old body deserved, and after all she hadn't spent three years in college studying photography for nothing and even though she didn't know nor like half the bands she would be taking pictures of on the tour she had snagged a job at, she couldn't help but feel jumpy. Jordan stood up and took the last box in arms and made her way out into the entrance hall where she piled it on top of the smallest pile.

"Jay-Jay come in here," her mother called from the kitchen, using the nickname Jordan had carried since birth. Jordan brushed aside the strand of hair that had fallen onto her face and walked into the kitchen where her mother was basting prawns.

"What's up?" she asked casually as she pinched a prawn and collapsed tiredly at the kitchen table.

Oh nothing, just wanted to see how everything was going," her Mum replied with a light shrug.

"Everything's fine, I finally finished packing and put the last box in the hall for Dad. So you guys can start painting the room for the baby whenever you want," answered Jordan as she indicated towards her mothers protruding stomach. She would be the first to say she was more than surprised when her parents announced that she would soon be having another sibling, one was more than enough to cope with for starters, and her parents were what...forty? Far too old for babies in her opinion. Then again, babies were something Jordan thought cursed families rather than brought them joy.

"Oh that's good, did you see the lovely shade of pink your Nan chose out?" her mother asked as she continued to brush the prawns with some kind of sauce. Jordan shuddered slightly and shook her head. She was your not-so-traditional tom boy, in fact she couldn't remember any point in her life where she had even had a good friendship with a girl, she'd always just been one of the better looking guys.

I feel for that baby you know, and I hope I never have to see that room once it's been coated in devils spawn," Jordan said as she stood up and stretched, her KISS shirt ridding up and showing off her toned stomach.

"Don't speak that name in this house Jordan Janister," her mother warned darkly as she gave her oldest daughter a foreboding look. The Janister family wasn't an overly religious one, but they had their Christian beliefs which they showed proudly every Sunday morning. Jordan didn't really believe in anything, but she went along to church and bowed her head before meals to keep them happy. Over all their house was normal and happy, the only quarrels that occurred was between that of Jordan and her younger sister Madison.

"Sorry," Jordan mumbled as she rolled her eyes and walked out of the kitchen and into the lounge where Madison sat watching television and typing away furiously on her laptop. Jordan collapsed next to sister and eyed her up out of the corner of her eye as she pretended to be interested in the flashing screen before her. Her sister had recently dyed her honey brown hair black with purple streaks that contrasted greatly against her green eyes which was a family trait. Jordan knew she was pretty, heck Madison knew she was pretty; it just came with being a Janister.

Madison stopped typing and looked across to her sister who she knew was watching her.

"Can I help you?" Madison asked as she minimised her word document so her laptop screen displayed her desktop.

"No I'm fine," Jordan replied airily as she looked around the room innocently. Madison rolled her eyes and turned back to her laptop, but didn't maximise the document just yet because she knew sure enough that her sister's eyes would fall back on her in a moment.

"So...you still into all the emo whiny stuff then?" Jordan asked as she pointed at the laptop desktop which displayed a picture of a band. Madison rolled her eyes and sighed, her sister always baited her like this.

"They aren't emo," she huffed as she pushed the screen down and closed the laptop.

"Then why do they have lots of make up on?" Jordan queried, she knew she was hitting a nerve with her sister but she was bored and enjoyed the reactions she got.

"Coming from you who listens to KISS," Madison snorted as she indicated Jordan's shirt.

"That's stage make up but, I bet your band wears that every day...what's that lead singers name again...Jared or some shit, I bet he does," Jordan smirked as Madison gritted her teeth. She loved her sister, actually her sister was her idol, but she couldn't stand when she bagged out her favourite band.

"It's GERARD firstly, and he only wears a bit of eyeliner which there's nothing wrong with, in my fan fiction you're the one that going to put it on him anyway," Madison replied smartly as she picked up the remote and began to flick channels.

"What the hell is 'fan fiction'?" Jordan asked as she scrunched her face up.

"It's fictional stories and stuff that people write about famous people and what not," Madison replied with a shrug.

"And why exactly am I in your 'fan fiction'?" Jordan asked.

"I don't know...just because you are," Madison shrugged guiltily. In actual fact she had only started to write the first chapter so far, it was her way of dealing with her sister leaving and quenching her addiction.

"Ok...well I would never get with your little emo bands so I suppose you can dream," shrugged Jordan as she stood up to leave the room but she noticed Madisons acoustic leaning against the wall with a fluro green plectrum stuck under the strings. "Is that my pic?!" Jordan yelled as she went over to the guitar and pulled the plectrum from its nylon bindings.

"Yeah sorry I lost all mine so I had to use yours," Madison shrugged as she pulled the laptop to her lap again and opened it. Jordan took a deep breath and closed her eyes momentarily, resisting the urge to scream before she walked calmly out of the room and back into the kitchen where her Dad was now sharing a coffee with her Mum.

"Hello sweetie how you feeling?" her Dad asked as she sat down next to him.

"Besides the fact I'm resisting the urge to throttle Maddy, yeah I'm just great," Jordan replied through gritted teeth. Her Dad sighed and patted her hand gently.

"It's your last day here for the next two months; try not to kill each other just yet," her Dad said softly. Jordan sighed and nodded, her Dad had that kind of calming aura that could make any situation better. "So are you ready to go? Nan's popping around at about eleven to say good bye and what not then we can head off," her Dad said.

"Sound's like a plan, as long as she doesn't buy me a going away present that is pink in any way," Jordan replied, causing her parents to give a knowing look to each other accompanied by a chuckle.

Rest in Results.
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Eleven 'O Clock came quicker than Jordan would've liked and after much hugging and a new pink jewellery box to add to her 'things-that-Nan-bought-me-that-I-pretend to-like' collection she was finally sitting in the car with her Dad waving good bye to the rest of her family.

"Enjoy yourself honey, we'll call and send photos when the babies born!" Her mum yelled as the car pulled out of the drive way.

"Thanks Mum, I'll call you when I get there!" Jordan shouted back as the car drove down the street, turning her house into a tiny pin prick in the distance; Off to Warped Tour I go she thought as she snuggled comfortably down into her seat and they headed towards the airport.


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