(A/N: Yup, here I am. Again. Another Emo Boy Story. In fact, the last of the series! So I decided that instead of sticking to my Matt-Angel-Matt-Angel routine that I use for the stories, I'm going to break tradition and this story will be from Matt's POV, seeing as how it's the last. I hope you enjoy it, please keep those reviews coming!)

All good stories start on a normal day, don't they? I guess it makes sense for me to start this on just another day, because the big things always happen when you least expect them.

It was Friday, and I woke to the usual sights and sounds of the Anavrin mansion. For those of you who don't know, my name is Matt Harris and I'm so many things: emo boy, guitarist, rock star, friend, soul mate to Angel Andrews and the father to Celeste Deo Andrews Harris. Somehow, I ended up in a rock band called Anavrin and now I'm called a superstar. I don't know how it happened either, so don't ask me to explain.

Anyway, I'm digressing again. It's a bad habit. I woke up on the floor of the bedroom I share with Angel. I was absolutely exhausted, and aching all over. With a groan, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The mansion seemed to be buzzing, as usual. Living in the Anavrin mansion (oh yes, we're not just a band - we live together too) was like living in soap opera, you never know what's going to happen next.

I stumbled to my feet with my usual (cue sarcasm) grace. I ran a hand through my longish black hair, brushing it from my green eyes. A quick glance in the mirror told me everything I needed to know - my pyjamas were effortlessly stylish - there's nothing classier than The Nightmare Before Christmas, and I looked as tired as I felt.

With a half-smothered yawn, I made my way down the not-too-large staircase and into the bustling kitchen.

The kitchen crew were all present and correct: Fay, the petit pixie front man of Anavrin with the singing voice of a Hell-educated angel; Dave, Fay's lovely and lanky boyfriend who was the Anavrin bassist; Joe aka Jeff, Anavrin's quiet but gourmet genius drummer; Michael, Fay's teenage half-brother and my confidant; Adam Eden, the front man of rock band The Best Deceptions; Celeste my black haired baby girl who wasn't so much a baby anymore and last but not least, Angel.

I really don't have the words for Angel, not without sounding corny anyway. She's my high school sweetheart, that one special person who makes the sun rise and the stars shine. Ok, so I got corny. But you know what I mean.

The sight of my family all gathered together warmed my heart. I placed a loving kiss on Angel's smiling lips and gratefully accepted the plate of pancakes that Jeff offered me. We all sat down and ate breakfast together, an unspoken tradition that I find very comforting. I listened rather than spoke, eating my pancakes as everyone chatted about their plans for the day.

"I have a meeting today," Fay said proudly, obviously pleased that he had a meeting.

"With who?" Angel asked as she gently combed Celeste's fluffy black hair.

"With Rainbow, the gay rights charity," Fay answered. "They want me to be their spokesman!" Dave beamed at his little life-partner, his bright blue eyes full of pride.

"I'm officially plan-less," Michael nodded. "Adam and I are taking the day off," Adam nodded in agreement, gently stroking the back of Michael's neck with his pale hand.

"I might sleep today," I yawned.

"You feeling ok?" Angel asked quietly, her pretty eyes clouded with concern.

"Just peachy," I lied. "I'm just feeling a bit exhausted is all."

"Oh, ok," Angel still looked worried, so I flashed her my healthiest smile.

"Nothing a couple of hours of sleep won't fix, really," I assured her.

"Well you take it easy, alright?"

"I will. What are you doing today?" I asked her as I started making myself a cup of decaf coffee.

"I'm going to my studio with Celeste. So you should have peace and quiet to rest," She smiled, lacing up Celeste's shoes as she did.

The house emptied as the morning went on. I curled up on the sofa with a blanket and was asleep within minutes. I slept the morning and some of the afternoon away, and woke up to darkening skies and Fay singing.

I got up, hating the now familiar ache in my limbs. I crept downstairs to the studio where we recorded all our material. Fay was there with Adam and Michael. Fay was singing while Adam strummed on an acoustic guitar.

"Hey Mattie-Jay, you feelin' better?" Fay grinned, his cheeks flushed with effort.

"Yeah," I lied, smiling weakly. "What you up to?"

""I'm gonna do a double A side single for Rainbow how cool is that?" He gushed.

"Very," I nodded.

"They had a couple of songs cleared so Adam and I were going through them and seeing what sounded good," He explained. "But we can't decide."

"Why not?"

"Because Fay sounds brilliant doing all the songs," Michael answered. Fay shrugged, before looking at me.

"You look horrible," He said.

"Gee, thanks," I rolled my eyes, but I knew that I probably looked like a car-wreck. Angst I can pull off, but illness is a whole different story.

"We need a holiday," Fay yawned. "Maybe you're just plain ol' exhausted."

"Probably," I agreed, sitting down on the plush sofa and picking up Lua, my favourite guitar. "Let's go through these songs."

I sat and jammed for two hours with Fay and Adam, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. Michael was right, Fay did sound brilliant doing all the songs that Rainbow had suggested. Vocally, he was at his best and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride, just to be linked with such an awesome talent.

"Well I wanna do the Hanson song," Fay said after singing "I Will Come To You", a song that appeared on Hanson's 1997 album "The Middle Of Nowhere" - one of Fay's all-time favourite albums.

"Who do we know who can play piano?" Adam said, frowning slightly as he glanced down at the music for the song.

"I can," I revealed. Yup, back in the day when my parents sent me to private school (long story short - I didn't like it, misbehaved and got kicked out) I learned how to play piano. We have a baby grand in the basement studio and I still tinker around with it sometimes.

"Yeah, you can! I completely forgot. Can you play this Maestro-Mattie?" Fay handed me the music and I looked over it.

"Probably. I'll need some practice though," I warned him, sitting down at the piano and trailing my fingers across the cold ivory white keys.

"No problem," Fay shrugged. "Let's just go over the song."

So for the next hour, Fay, Adam and I just played through the song till we all got the hang of it. It sounded incredible, even if I say so myself. We recorded the song quickly as a demo and e-mailed it to Rainbow. Ten minutes later they e-mailed back saying they loved it and suggesting another song to go with it.

"Aerosmith?" Fay looked stunned.

"Really?" I leaned in to read the e-mail. Oh yes, Rainbow had suggested that Fay cover Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing".

"What's up?" Adam asked as he picked up his baby blue flying V guitar.

"Well I don't know if I could do that song. There was an orchestra in that song, I don't think my voice is strong enough," Fay explained, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.

"Course it is Fay," I assured him. "You should at least try it out."

It was long past dark by the time we left the studio after laying down Fay's incredible vocals for "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing". It had turned out better than I had expected, with Fay sounding totally sincere in his delivery. I was beyond tired, but pleased with the work we had done. It had been a very worthwhile afternoon.

It's afternoons like that when it's hard to believe I'm not dreaming. I'd just spent hours with two of the most talented musicians in the world, in the basement studio of my mansion home. I had everything I could ever want, and I was grateful beyond words.

I spent the rest of the evening dozing with my head on Angel's shoulder. I was in that pleasant place just before sleep, you know that warm fuzzy part of consciousness. Until Angel indicated the package on the coffee table.

"Whassat?" I yawned, my words heavy with imminent sleep.

"Package from your mom. I think it's some of your dad's belongings," She answered quietly, stroking my hair. I sat up and sighed.

"I suppose I better open it," I sighed, but I made no move to do so. Fay was watching a video of really early Anavrin performance footage, from before I joined the band. As I watched, I realised that I recognised the club they were playing.

"Hey, what club is that?" I asked Dave.

"The Off-Ramp in Seattle. You know it?"

"I used to hang out there, before I moved away with my mom," I replied, getting a weird sense of deja-vu as I watched the tape.

"Oh my god!" Fay squealed seconds later, pausing the tape and pointing at the figure on the screen. "Matt, that's you!"

"It probably isn't, I didn't really stand out much from that crowd," I said dismissively. Everyone leaned in to get a closer look, and sure enough, there I was.

I had the weedy look of someone who'd had one growth spurt after another. My hair was long and unkempt - I had clearly just discovered grunge. My jeans were ripped and my face oddly pale. I blushed furiously as they all watched in awe.

"You look drunk," Michael laughed.

"I probably was," I admitted.

"Hey Mattie-Jay, where did you live?" Fay asked curiously and I knew why - Fay, Dave and Michael had grown up in the suburbs of Seattle.

"Well we did live in Lake Washington for a couple of years," I shrugged, remembering the huge house of my early years. "But my mom wanted a smaller house so we moved to Dove Street."

"You have got to be kidding," Dave murmured. "We lived about five minutes from Dove Street when we were kids," He smiled.

It's times like that when I want to believe in Fate, that someone upstairs bought us all together for the greater good, you know? I began to wonder how different things would be if I had known Fay, Dave and Michael back then. It was truly remarkable that we'd all found each other. Maybe, just maybe, someone was looking out for me.

I don't know if you've noticed, but usually revelations come together. The revelation that I had spent my childhood minutes away from Fay, Dave and Michael was joined shortly after by a rather huge and unexpected revelation.

I couldn't sleep that night, despite my weariness. So I went to the small office on the second floor to look through my father's things. I decided it was as good a time as any, so I sat in the chair behind the mahogany desk and began unwrapping the brown parcel paper, revealing a largish metal box.

My father had kept lots of these boxes locked under his bed. When I was really little, I had though that's where he kept his secrets. After that, I realised that he probably kept his heroin in those boxes. The box my mother had sent me however, was full of various papers and photographs.

I felt tears sting my eyes as I looked through the photographs. To be honest, I wasn't very interested in the papers, they were mostly copies of my father's family tree, his birth certificate and mine.

After half an hour of looking at photographs of myself in various stages of infancy, I came across something so explosive it might as well have been a bomb.

It was a medium sized envelope addressed to my father. He had never opened it. It was at least 15 or 16 years old, judging by the faded postmark. Cautiously, I opened it. A latter and a couple of photographs fell onto the table. I slipped on my glasses (for reading only) and glanced over the letter.

By the time I had finished, my heart was in my throat and my head was spinning like a hyperactive ballerina. I muttered to myself that it couldn't be true, that it was impossible. It was too much of a coincidence, things like that don't happen in real life. It had to be a mix-up. It was impossible.

But just a few years ago I would have told you that the life I was currently living was impossible. Sometimes impossible things happen, just to mix us up, to make us question our realities and our faiths.

With shaking hands, I picked up the photographs. They all showed the same thing - a smiling toddler with dark hair and bright eyes. A little boy with my father's cheeky grin and twinkling eyes.

My half brother.