I'm not a fan of waking up.

Sleep's nice. After reading and music, it's my favourite form of escapism. You can dream the whole big bad world away, be who you want to be and where you want to be. There are a lot of pluses on the side of sleep.

But that morning, I really didn't mind.

I stumbled out of the bedroom, pulling my fraying Bright Eyes shirt over my head as I did. I heard them before I saw them, and even their voices made me smile.

"Fay! What did we tell you about cooking?!"

"That I wasn't to do it anymore because it makes bad things like fire and food poisioning happen," Fay replied brightly. "But Dave dared me!" He squealed, as Dave grabbed him and started tickling him.

I leaned against the doorframe of the cavernous kitchen, smiling softly as I watched the most important people in my life through flour at each other. A lot of the white powder had settled in Fay's hair, making him look like…well like Fay with white hair. Dave had flour smeared all over his shirt, probably Fay's handiwork.

Angel was sitting on the counter, watching them have their little flour fight. Her hair, which usually cascaded down her back, was tied in a pony-tail. Her eyes shone with mischief, and her smile was as warm as it had always been. She looked up and saw me. I noticed the definite brightening in her expression, and it made me melt.

Angel Andrews, my high-school sweetheart, soul mate, partner in crime, whatever. Things had never been easy for us, but all the pain was worth it. We were ridiculously, probably unfairly happy. She was a wonderful artist, a brilliant director and I was her emo-boy musician boyfriend who just happened to be in a sickeningly popular band called Anavrin.

"Morning," She smiled as I sat down beside her, tilting her head for a morning kiss which I willingly gave her.

"Ew!" Fay giggled, burying his face in Dave's neck. "You'll put me off my breakfast!" He protested.

"We don't have any breakfast," Angel reminded him, indicating the flour all over the worktops and floor.

"Well you're putting me off my future breakfast!" Fay turned to his boyfriend, our blonde bassist Dave. "Will you make me pancakes?" He asked sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Only if you say pretty please," Dave grinned, wrapping his arms around Fay's tiny waist.

"Pretty please?" Fay smiled affectionately up at him, a smile Dave returned.

"Yeah Dave, if you don't feed us, who will?" I added, rubbing my stomach like a starving child.

Dave started to make pancakes, aided by Fay. When Fay asked Dave what he could do to help, Dave smiled.

"You can sit there and look pretty."

"Oh, that I can do!" Fay nodded enthusiastically and sat on a stool beside me.

"What are we doing today?" Angel asked me, playing with my long fingers.

"I don't know, what do you wanna do today?"

"I wanna go shopping!" Fay exclaimed. "Let's go shopping!"

"Ooh, shopping sounds good to me," Angel agreed. "Nothing says I love you like showering me with material possessions." She told me, placing a gentle kiss on my black hair.

"Shopping it is."

Shopping with Angel is nice. Shopping with Fay is hilarious.

Fay didn't seem to mind that people could actually see what he was doing, as long as he was having fun that's all that mattered. And more people could see Fay than usual, because we had our own MTV reality show called "Back To Unreality" which meant we were filmed live 24 hours a day.

Angel and I walked hand in hand behind Fay and Dave, who tended to go for the more obvious arms around each other look. They either didn't notice the strange looks they got, or they didn't care. We went to a little French café for lunch, and were immediately recognised by a bunch of teenage girls.

"Oh my god! You're Anavrin!" They screeched, flocking around us like vultures. There had to be at least 8 of them, and they seemed very excited.

"Hey," I smiled softly.

"Wow, hi!" Fay jumped up and started shaking everyone's hand, including mine. The girls lingered for a while, and we signed autographs and chatted to them about the new album and the next time we'd go on tour.

After they left, Angel laid a lingering and very nice kiss on my lips. Fay made retching noises as usual, but I was in heaven.

"What's that for?" I asked afterwards. She ruffled my hair.

"For being a good rockstar. I love you." I grinned, those last three words were always my favourite.

"I love you."

"Good," She nodded, and returned to winding Fay up about having the same belt as her, which he claimed was very manly.

After a nice lunch and a nicer visit to a guitar store (my new guitar is called Lua), we went home. Fay wanted to make pizza for dinner, which involved him making a call to the local pizza place, so we let him.

A few hours after dinner, Angel disappeared upstairs. I debated whether or not to join her - I didn't want her to think that I was keeping an eye on her or anything, when secretly I was. The thought of her getting sick again terrified me like the thought of Courtney Love re-launching her music career.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping her eyes - she had been crying. Immediately I went into comfort mode, wrapping my arms around her and stroking her hair.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked quietly.

"You remember at Scarlett's christening, you asked me when we could have a baby and I said sooner than you think?" She murmured.



Angel handed me a pregnancy test, and my stomach back-flipped like a Russian gymnast on steroids.

It was positive.

(A/N: I know, I know, I'm a bad evil person, who said she was finished with the Emo Boy Stories. But I couldn't! So yeah…review!)