Mikey and Gerard look back on their lives. Not Waycest. Killjoy story for CosmicZombies's Music and Words thing.
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The orange and pink glow from the setting Californian sun beat down on Party Poison and Kobra Kid as they sat on the hood of their group's battered old Trans Am. There was actually a slight breeze tonight, making the scorching weather bearable.
Fun Ghoul and Jet Star were inside the group's diner hideout, talking to Doctor D and making plans on where to go Drac hunting tomorrow.
Poison brought out a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it between his lips, lighting it and sucking in the blissful nicotine-filled smoke. A perfect night. These were rare in 2019, perfect nights and all. Almost every night was spent fighting Dracs off or looking for supplies. But tonight was perfect, and Poison and Kobra couldn't have been happier.
"Hey," said Kobra, grabbing the attention of his brother. "Remember that time when we were playing with our toy lightsabers and you knocked one of my teeth out?"
Poison chuckled and took his cigarette out from between his lips, tipping the ash off the end. "Yeah. How about the time when I had to basically command you to play back to back with me on stage?"
Kobra let out a sad laugh. "Yeah, those were the good days. Now look at us. We have to fight our way through everyday and hope we don't get dusted anywhere in-between." His eyes began to sparkle with tiny tears. "I miss mom and dad so much sometimes. I wish everything could go back to the way it was; the band, our families, our /wives/, just everything."
Poison shifted across the hood of the car and put an arm around his brother. "It's all gonna be okay, Mikes. Really. Just hold on tight and don't look back. We'll get through this, and hell, we might even save the world while we're at it."
Kobra smiled at the sound of his old nickname. Back when we used our real names. "Kids From Yesterday? You remember the words?"
"Uh, yeah. I wrote them, remember?" Poison pulled his sass face from back in the My Chem days and Kobra laughed a good, whole-hearted laugh.
"I guess we really are the kids from yesterday, now." he sighed.
And the two brothers fell asleep on the hood of the dusty old Trans Am, humming The Kids From Yesterday with small smiles on their faces.
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