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Summerset Stories	By : medievalcutie Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Okay, so thanks to those of you who have reviewed. This chapter would have been done and posted a lot sooner, but I had a family emergency and had to put off finishing it until things at least slowed down for me. So here it is, and hopefully things will keep rolling along with the story soon enough. *hugs*

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Pulling up outside of the two story house that she shared with the three guys, Cara felt the tension in her body from the visit to Summerset ease as a small smile slowly forming on her face, causing the familiar dimple in her left cheek to appear. She glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror and groaned. Her makeup that she had so expertly applied that morning was almost completely gone, and her eyes were still a little bloodshot. But she knew there was nothing she could really do to solve that problem, at least while sitting in the driveway. So rather than waste any more time in the growing heat pressing in from the outside, Cara grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and headed towards the back door.

“Cara’s back! So how did it go, babe? Damn, you look like shit!”

Cara laughed and hugged the raven-haired guy, glad that he had seemingly come to his senses and dyed his hair back from the white blonde he had been sporting for the past few months. She wasn’t outright against the blonde, it had just become an ongoing joke between the two. She left a kiss on his cheek as she walked into the spacious kitchen and threw her purse on the counter before automatically going to the refrigerator to take out a soda on her way to the living room.

“If I look that bad, maybe you should have your answer, Gee. Besides, I’m never going back to that town again. I shouldn’t have gone today, but I guess I had a blonde moment.”

Gerard chuckled and shook his head, a bit of a twinkle in his golden hazel eyes. “Alright, I get it, Cara. You weren’t fond of the blonde. But I’m not blonde anymore. So can the blonde jokes, please?”

“Since you said please ... I’ll consider it. I thought you had to work today.”

As she walked into the living room, Cara smiled seeing her two other roommates on the couch, battling each other in a video game of some sorts. It looked like a war game, and Frankie seemed to be losing by his grimace and shouts.

“Mikey, you’re a goddamned cheat! You know I won that round fair. Oh good, Cara’s back. Now you can judge for us, since Gee’s too chicken to call foul on his brother. Come on you lousy cheat, best out of ten.”

Cara quickly walked over to the couch on the opposite side of the room, to where she could stay out of the line of video gamers, and where she couldn’t see the television to judge. She had learned that both Frankie and Mikey cheated with video games, and didn’t want to be pulled into another fight between them at the moment.

Gee walked over and wrapped an arm around Cara’s shoulder, smiling to himself as she leaned her head back against his arm. “No, we’re testing one of the new kids with the shift today. Jesse is doing inventory and other manager business, but she said she’ll watch the newbie and if she needs me, she’ll call. I think she just wants to get first look at the newest comic in that damned series she’s always reading, without anyone hovering. Namely me.”

“Of course not. Why haven’t you told her that you’re the artist yet, Gee? I’m sure she would flip out. She might even offer you a raise, it would mean a little more food around here to feed you three pigs.”

“Hey, we’re not pigs, are we, Mikey?”

“Nope. Wait a minute! You cheated, Frankie. Now who’s the fucking cheat?”

It was this banter that made Cara feel truly at home for the first time in years. Even when she had lived with her family, she had never really felt like that was home. Sure it was a house to go to every night and a place to put your head and things. But it just didn’t have that one thing that made it a home. But living in this house with three crazy guys, Cara felt at home. She closed her eyes, tired from the trip to Summerset and the emotional blow it had taken on her. Before she could get too far asleep, Frankie laughed victoriously with a loud woot.

“Ha! I told you, Mikey. You can’t beat me unless you try to cheat. So now for my payment.”

“No way. Besides, you cheated that time yourself. So there’s no way in hell that I’m paying you now.”

“Enough you two. If you would pay attention, it looks like Cara is tired and had a particularly rough trip. So maybe you two fuckers could give her some courtesy.”

Frank and Mikey silenced instantly at Gerard’s voice. He was the oldest in the house, and also made the most money out of all of their jobs. So in a way, he was almost like the head of household, and his word was practically law around the house. Cara laughed at the contrite expressions on the two boys’ faces, both looking childish as they seemed to apologize with their eyes, although she could easily see a teasing glint to Frank’s yellow-green eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, guys. I’m just tired I think. It’s a long drive from here to Summerset and back. Plus I don’t think the Mexican food agreed with me too much. I might have to call and check to see if Ray is feeling sick too.”

Cara didn’t notice the flinch from Frank and how Gerard’s arm tightened just slightly around her shoulder, or how they glanced between each other worriedly. The boys might not know all about her high school years, but she knew of at least once when she had cried herself to sleep in Mikey’s arms rambling on about how she felt worthless, after a friend she had been in love with told her he was engaged and she had proceeded to drink all the alcohol in the house, which luckily wasn’t much. So they at least knew her relationship past was anything but grand. And there was a possibility that at least Mikey knew that Ray had been a high school crush, which meant Gerard, and likely Frankie would know as well.

“Aww, babe, I’m sorry. Do you need anything? Why don’t you go take a warm bath to relax some?”

“Yeah, Cara. I have dinner duty tonight anyways. So you can just go curl up with one of those trashy romance novels you’re always reading. ... Oh shit, I’m going to be late. Gotta run guys. Mikey, you still owe me for beating your ass.”

Frankie rushed off to grab his keys before rushing off to work. With Frankie having to work on his dinner duty night meant he would be bringing something back from work with him. One good thing about having a professional chef as a roommate was the food. And Frankie was an amazing cook, as he could pull a delicious meal out of seemingly thin air. So at least dinner would be worthwhile tonight, and not takeout from whatever fast food restaurant Mikey decided to stop at on his way home from work. All of them could cook okay, but Mikey had a tendency of burning whatever he was making, as he was the easiest to be distracted, particularly when involved in something for his work with the local museum, so he often just opted for fast food.

Cara had closed her eyes again, trying to rest a little more from the trip and didn’t have to open her eyes as she felt another person on the couch to know that Mikey had joined them. It felt good knowing that she had three guys watching out for her, but it was also a little smothering. She laughed and stood, shaking her head at the concerned gazes of the brothers.

“I’m going to go grab a shower and I will be right back. Honestly, you two are more of mother hens than I ever had a chance to be. And I’m the only girl here. But thanks for caring, boys.”

Giving both of the Way brothers a kiss on the cheek, Cara laughed as she started upstairs to her room to gather her clothes and other bath necessities that she kept hidden from the boys. She tossed her purse onto her bed before she lay back, rubbing a hand over her eyes. Every time she went back to Summerset, she felt the same aching pull. Cara never knew why she always felt the urge to both move back to Summerset forever, as well as the urge to run as far from the small town as she possibly could. But every time she went back for a visit, she ended up with a headache that only a bath and sleep could fix.

So Cara quickly grabbed her bathrobe and the special relaxing bath salts that Gerard had given her for her last birthday and crossed the hall to the large bathroom, already feeling the beginning stirrings of the headache. Normally she hated taking baths, as she always felt just as dirty after a bath, having thought baths were merely sitting in your own dirt. But with the headaches, it felt so good to just sit and soak in the warm water that she didn’t think about the dirt of the water.

As she ran the warm water, scattering the salts into the tub, Cara turned on the shower CD player, smiling as she heard that it was one of the classical guitar CD’s that she had given Frankie, in attempts to ‘civilize’ the boys. At least it was better than some of the classic rock nonsense that they listened to. Not that she had anything against their music preferences; this was just easier music to relax to than the others.

Cara pulled off the jeans and band t-shirt that she had been wearing and sat down on the toilet lid, running her fingers through the warm water. She could feel the muscles in her neck starting to tense and relax, and wished for a massage at the moment, but she didn’t want to get one of the boys in the bathroom while she was about to take a bath. So she hoped the water would relax her enough to where it would be bearable while she had a lengthy soak.

When the tub was full of warm and slightly soapy water, Cara pulled off her underwear and bra and slowly slid down into the tub. She sighed at the warmth already starting to make her tired stressed body feel better. She was also glad that the bathroom had a fairly large tub, or else she might not have been able to stretch out as much as she had. She slowly began to rub her hands over her neck before traveling lower under the water, massaging down her back and around her stomach. She let her eyelids drift closed, and soon enough she was feeling all the stress melting away as she laid her head back against the cool porcelain of the tub.

“Cara Lyn ...”

At the soft and lilting voice calling out to her, Cara jumped. The boys never called her by her full name. They all knew the bad memories tied to her name. She had been named after her mother, Carolyn Grace, the only reason her mother went by Grace was that her mother’s name was Carolyn. So Cara had been stuck in the tradition as well, only with a twist. Only her mother, and to some extent, her brother called her Cara Lyn. Her mother only started calling her by both names after her grandmother’s death, and her brother, well, he just called her that to annoy her, knowing how much she hated both names.

“Cara Lyn, why haven’t you come home?”

Cara shook her head furiously, jumping out of the tub and grabbing her bathrobe. She was not hearing this, this was only her imagination. Her dead mother’s voice was not talking to her and she was not going crazy. She would just get dressed and go back downstairs and sit with Gerard and Mikey. This was home.

“No, Cara Lyn, Summerset is always your home. Come home to us, my darling.”

Cara managed to get the bathrobe wrapped and tied around her before rushing out of the bathroom and without thinking ran downstairs towards the living room, where she could now hear the sound of the television playing the daily evening news. She rushed into the living room, tears now running down her cheeks and saw both boys jump. The concerned look on both their faces deepened seeing that she was still in just her bathrobe, jumping up from the couch. Cara never came downstairs without being dressed in at least pajamas, it was how she had always been while living with them.

“Cara, babe, what’s wrong?”

Without any more thought, Cara rushed over and threw her arms around Gerard’s waist, sobbing and burying her face in his chest. Gee wrapped his arms around her and gave his brother a confused look. Mikey knew of several things in Cara’s past that could have upset her, particularly having gone back to Summerset, but didn’t know what had brought on this fit and merely shrugged before sitting back down. Cara was pulled into Gerard’s lap as he began rubbing along her back trying to calm her down.

“This is my home, not there. I belong here.”

Gerard’s eyebrows furrowed together as he heard her muffled comments. Why would she think this wasn’t her home? They had always done everything to make her feel like this was her home. “Of course it is, babe. Why would you think anything else?”

“They’re lying to you, Cara Lyn. Why would your mama lie to you?”

Cara covered her hears, shaking her head. This was not happening to her. “No, I’m here. Summerset is not home, and never will be. Leave me alone, mama!”

Both Gerard and Mikey’s mouths seemed to hang open hearing Cara’s outburst. Her mother was dead, and had been for years. They both began to wonder what was wrong with her that she was hearing her mother’s voice. Gerard started wondering if there was something fishy with the town of Summerset, and Mikey wondering if he should try talking to the psychologist friend he knew from school.

Cara glanced around the room, half expecting to hear her mother’s voice arguing again, but all she heard was the television and ceiling fan overhead. She sighed in relief and leaned back against Gerard’s chest curling up as she fought off another bought of tears. She heard Gee start to hum lightly while rubbing her back. She felt the couch shift and knew that Mikey had gotten up for some reason. Although when he came back a moment later carrying a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Cara smiled gratefully at him.

Moving to where she was now sitting between the brothers, Cara sipped her hot chocolate while curled up between the two boys. She slowly began to relax and after finishing the drink, she realized that she needed to get dressed, as she was still in just the bathrobe.

“I’ll be right back, just going to go get dressed.”

With that she hurried back up to her room and quickly pulled on her favorite oversized shirt that she had taken from her brother’s things and a pair of pajama shorts before heading back downstairs, only to stop as she reached the top of the stairs hearing her cell phone ring. She saw that it was one of the people she worked with and answered it, really hoping they didn’t call her in tonight, despite the fact that there wasn’t any reason that she could think of.

“Hey, Bob, what’s going on?”

“What’s wrong? First I notice you took the afternoon off for what it says a family emergency, then you are late to the preset for the gala tonight.”

“Oh shit, I completely forgot about the gala. Um, do you think Sammy would mind if I had one of my roommates come with me? I sorta had a bit of a problem with some family today and I think the more friendly faces I have with me the better.”

“Sorry to hear that, Cara. But sure, bring one of the guys. Just make sure they wear a tux or suit. We can tell Sammy he’s a richie thinking about becoming a patron. But I’ll tell them you’re on your way. See you soon then, girlie.”

“You too, Bob.”

Cara closed her cell phone and hurried downstairs to the living room. She took a deep breath before glancing between the two, trying to think of who her boss would recognize. She bit at her tongue as she tried to think of what to do.

“Can I ask one of you a favor? I forgot about the gala tonight and I was wondering if I could get one of you to go with me. But we have to try and fool Sammy into thinking you’re a potential patron.”

Gerard stood up and walked over giving her a hug. “Don’t worry, your boss hasn’t seen me since I fixed the hair issue. So I’ll go if you want.” He turned back to Mikey, who frowned then nodded. They all knew that of the boys, Mikey had been to the most number of events with her, and was most likely to be recognized. Cara smiled her apology, as it seemed Mikey was still worried about her and wasn’t sure she should be going into work tonight. But he stood and walked over kissing her lightly on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about me, I have a diary I’m supposed to be translating for research. I’ll just veg out on the couch until Frankie gets back. Don’t worry about it. Just go and have fun with yourself and those arts people.” Mikey laughed at the joke they had about her job working with all the ‘artsy people’ who he didn’t seem to understand.

“Thanks boys. Um, Gee, it’s a suit and tie affair. I’ll go get ready and be down in a jiffy. Thank you again.”

With that, Cara rushed upstairs to get ready for the gala. Hopefully with work distracting her, and with Gee and Bob there to help out she wouldn’t have to be bothered with the strange voice of her mother again tonight.
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