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Intro

Name: Jasmine Belle Christon

Date of Birth: August 14, 1981 (24)

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Grey

Height: 5 feet 7 inches

Occupation: Miss USA for time being (coming to an end in one month), when she is not Miss USA she is a full time student at New York University, she majors in History (20th Century, World, and Women). Minors include Music (History and Contemporary), Theater, Medieval History, Journalism, and Art (History)

Home: Small apartment in New York City, but while Miss USA she travels around the world.

Childhood: Grew up in New York City, she was the oldest of six children. When she was sixteen her parents were killed by a drunk driver. She had to take care of her five brothers and sisters. She has a twin sister, Morgan who is five hours younger than her. Charles is two years younger than her, coming in at 22. Julie is three years younger than her, she's 21. Andrew is five years younger than her, he's 19. Then Marjorie, she's the baby of the family, she's 9. When your parents died she was only 1.
You never liked the pageant life, but your Mom had loved it, and she always wanted you to do it. After she died you entered in a few pageants, for her, and won, you later went on to become Miss USA as you know. You are counting down the days until you don't have to plaster on a fake smile and wear make up all the time, and dress up so much. You hate the crown, the only good part about it is going around to different places and saying what you thought was right.

In about two days you are going to give the best music video award and introduce a band at the MTV Music Awards! You can't wait. You're bringing all of your siblings with you!

Personality: She trusts almost everyone she knows, she doesn't think she's anything special, very outgoing, intelligent, almost always is smiling, hides her feelings when she's sad

Interesting Facts: She's never had a real kiss, or boyfriend for that matter, she loves thunderstorms, loves to dance in the rain

Music Interests: My Chemical Romance, The Used, All American Rejects, Journey, Taking Back Sunday, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, Blind Melon, HIM, Queen, very diverse, she likes almost everything Part One

"Are you ready yet Mor?" You yelled from the bathroom in the hotel in Miami.

"Yeah, but this dress still looks better on you than it does on me." She says back.

"What are you talking about you look gorgeous!" You tell your twin sister.

"You think so?" She asks running her hands over the gold dress.

"Yeah. Okay lets do a last minute check like always then go get everyone else!" You say walking to the mirror on the wall.

You studied yourself intently, making sure you looked all right. Your hair was curly and very dark, you had thicker eyeliner and mascara on that usual, but it brought out your grey eyes. Your dress was blood red, and it fit you very well.
Morgan did the same as you moved from the center to get your shoes.

"Okay lets go get everyone else Mor." You say opening the door and stepping out.

You walked down to room 213 and 215 and knocked on both of them waiting for the door to swing open. When it did you all raced to the elevators.
As you rode in the limo to the award show your stomach was doing flips. You were so nervous, and it didn't help that you didn't know who you would be introducing either. When the limo pulled to a stop you pulled everyone down when they started to get up.

"Stay with me, and try not to answer to many questions okay guys." You say as you let them go.

Everyone got out of the limo and waited for you to get out last. Then you slowly walked down the carpet smiling and answering most questions. Jo was always next to you, she was like your own daughter, you had raised her. She even called you Mom. Everyone else was older though, they drifted away from you slowly as you progressed on. When you got to the part of the carpet with the fans you saw a little girl jumping up trying to see, but was getting pushed away from the fence by all the screaming girls. You walked closer to the little girl.

"Are you really Miss America?" She asked.

"Yes I am." You smile.

"My Mommy says you're the Princess of America." She told you tugging on a middle-aged woman's sleeve.

"Well would you like to be Miss America for tonight with me?" You ask her.

"Really! Mommy, can I? Can I please?" She begs her mother.

"Miss I'm sure you don't want her to be tagging along with you all night." Her mother says.

"No, it would give my little sister someone to be with while I have to go on stage, what hotel are you staying in?" You ask her.

"We're not, we live about five minutes from the Mandarin Oriental though." She tells you.

"That's where we are, is it okay with you? We don't go to the after parties or anything." You tell her.

She nods her head and picks up the little girl and hands her to you.

"So what's your name?" You ask her.

"Sadie. What's yours?" She replies.

"Jasmine, and this is Jo." You tell her while walking to your seats. Part Two

You walk out onto the stage as people start yelling. You say your opening speech.

"And the nominees are: My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, Kelly Clarkson, and Missy Elliot." You say as the fans go wild, you secretly hope that MCR wins! "An the winner is... My Chemical Romance!" You scream into the microphone as they begin to walk up the aisles to get to you.

The whole time you couldn't breath, or take your eyes off the tall slender frame of Mikey Way. They gave the usual thank yous and walked off stage with you. Gerard and Mikey said hi, but you were to star struck to even say hello, or make a sound for that matter!

You hurried off to find out who you would be introducing in about five minutes. You walked up to a small girl with a clip board glancing around frantically.

"Oh there you are Miss Christon, I was starting to worry!" She said taking a breath.

"Oh please call me Jaz, but who am I introducing?" You ask anxiously.

"My Chemical Romance." She says while looking over her sheets.

"Oh my goodness! Okay thank you so much!" You tell her and walk very quickly to were you are to walk on stage from. You are so excited as you wait, you still are in shock that you didn't answer Gerard and Mikey! The one chance I would ever get! You think to yourself.

"You're on!" The girl with the clip board tells you pushing you forward slightly.

You walk by the crowds of fans in the front rows and bend down to touch their hands. You walk up to the microphone and recite your lines with emotion as you smile. As soon as you finish you last sentence they start playing and you walk off stage.
"Jazzy that was so awesome!" Morgan tells you once you see her backstage.

"How did you get backstage Mor?" You ask her.

"I told them I was you, sorry but I had to ask you something." She said taking your hand and leading you into a dressing room of some sort.

"What is it?" You ask with concern.

"Can we please stay for the after party, please sis. I already have it worked out and Charles will bring everyone back, and drop that little girl off at home, please!" She begs.

"Morgan I"

"Please Jasmine, I really want to try and meet Frank, you know how obsessed I am, please." She said.

"Fine." You always give in, it was always her eyes.

You turned around to go outside when the door comes flying at you. It hits your nose with such force that it starts to bleed.

"Oh shit, this can't be happening!" You exclaim, you were wearing one of your mother's old dresses, and it was he favorite one.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" A man said extending his arms.

"No don't touch me! You don't know what you've done do you! If I stain this dress I'll never forgive myself! Just get away from me!" You say as you run past him, tears forming in your eyes.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening!" You think over and over again. Part 3

Mikey's Point of View

As you get out of the limo you see a woman by the fence talking to some little girl, she slowly lifted her up and the little girl went with the woman. You watched as they walked inside.

"That's Miss USA." Gerard tells you as he traces your gaze.

"Cool." You reply trying to cover up the fact that you were probably just drooling over her.

"You think that was just a publicity stunt?" He asks.

"I don't know." You tell him, moving on.

Fast Forward to Winning Best Artist Award

"Thank you again!" Frank says as you begin to walk away from the stand.

"Hi." You say to the mystery woman.

She says nothing back.

"Hey!" Gerard says a little louder to get her attention.

Still nothing. Is she ignoring us? You ask yourself. Maybe it was just a publicity stunt.

The five of you go into a dressing room to get your instruments ready for the performance in about five minutes. You take a quick shot of your inhaler before you go out and take your position.
After you played Helena you started to walk back to the same dressing room to drop off your bass and chill out for a minute. You open the door swiftly, but are blocked by Miss USA herself!

"Oh shit, this can't be happening!" She says as she pinches her nose quickly.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You say reaching out for her to try and help.

"No don't touch me! You don't know what you've done do you! If I stain this dress I'll never forgive myself! Just get away from me!" She yells at you storming off somewhere.

Okay maybe she was just faking everything, I mean, she must be pretty bitchy if she cares that much about a dress for Christ sake!

You look around the room to find another woman that looks exactly like USA.

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you?" You say closing the door. Part Four

Mikey's Point of View

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you?" You ask the girl.

"I'm Morgan Christon." She told us, after many blank stares she elaborated. "You know the girl that just gotten her nose broken by you guys? Miss USA? She's my twin sister."

A small conversation started up, but slowly Frank and Morgan inched out and started their own group.

"So still think she seems so nice?" Gerard asks you.

"I never said anything about her Gerard!" You tell him.

"True, but you liked her for a while!" He says.

"No I didn't, I didn't even know her!" I defend myself.

"Then why were you undressing her with your eyes?" Ray asks as everyone laughs.

"Hey Morgan are you going to the after party?" Bob asks her, raising his voice slightly.

"No I think I'm going to go back and check on my sister." She says. "You guys are welcome to come and crash with us for the night, we have five rooms, and are only using three, we're all conjoined together!" She tempts us.

We of course, give in to the temptation.

Fast Forward to in the Car

"So what was your sister's problem?" You ask.

"What do you mean?" She asks back confused.

"She wouldn't talk to us, until I accidentally hit her with the door, and I think she was going to cry." You tell her.

"That was my mom's dress." She says.

"But your mom wouldn't mind would she?" You retaliate.

"If you want to know more than ask her, because I don't always understand her. Like tonight." She says.

"I just didn't like her." Gerard says.

"Yeah, but you don't know what she's been through." She says getting tired of the subject.

"But that doesn't mean she as to take it out on us!" Ray says joining in the argument.

"Look all I'm trying to say is don't judge a book by it's cover." She says turning away.

"Oh it's all just the same, she's sugary sweat on the outside, but ridged ice on the inside." Gerard says.

"Can we just talk about something else?" She says annoyed.

"Fine." Gerard says.

I was silent the rest of the way to the hotel. I just looked around and watched everyone. Morgan and Frankie were getting closer and closer, by the time we got there she was almost sitting on him, and he was enjoying every moment. "Frank and Gerard always get the girls god damn it!" You think to yourself as you all pile into the elevator. Part Five

You got a taxi and went back to the hotel. You ran to your room and collapsed on the bed and cried. You couldn't stop thinking about your parents. You remember that night like it was yesterday, and you would give anything to have them here again.

Flashback

"Mom tonight homecoming!" You yell at her.

"Jaz please do this for me, I need you to." She pleads.

"No mom I won't! It's homecoming and I'm not staying home to baby-sit!" You yell and start walking away.

"Jasmine it's our twentieth anniversary, please, just do it for an hour!" She says and grabs your arm.

"Of all the things I've sacrificed for you, I would think you could miss one football game." She says dropping your arm.

"Just go, I will never forgive you for this though. I hate you." You say running to your room and slamming the door shut.

One Hour Later

"Is this the Christon residence?" A man asked from the other line.

"Yes it is."

"May I please speak to the oldest home?"

"You are, what's the problem?"

"I'm guessing that Audrey and James Christon were your parents then?"

"Yes, could you just get to the point?"

"You parents were hit by a dunk driver."

"What, no they're at a restaurant celebrating their anniversary!"

"I'm sorry Miss, but your father was killed on impact, your mother was thrown from the car and broke her neck."

"Did she suffer?" You ask crying.

"She died an hour later in the hospital, there was a message she wanted to give to Jasmine Belle Christon."

"Yes what did she say, what is it?"

"I'm going to need you to come down the hospital to receive it."

At the Hospital

"Are you Miss Christon?" A nurse asked you.

"Yes what id my mom say?" You ask frantically.

"She had us write it down." She said pulling a white envelop out of her pocket.

My Dearest Jasmine,
I'm sorry that I made you stay home. I want you to know that I will always love you. You are my angel. Please look after your brothers and sisters, they need you more than anything. Don't let them go up for adoption, stay together. I love you so much hunny. I just wish I could have seen you grow up. I will always watch over you.

End Flashback