Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > ::We Can Take It To The Highway::Mikey Way::
:Mikeys POV:
She was in the shower, fully clothed, when I put the clothes on the counter. I sat back on my bed, and couldn't stop thinking about her. She did explain, one voice would say. But how come she didn't break off? She should know I wouldn't just kiss her like that, the other fought back. The third one, though, was just thinking, so I tuned in on that thought. She was trying to go to Chicago. It's my fault. If I just went and apologised, she probably wouldn't leave. But I can't talk to her, I don't know if she still would want to be with me after I treated her like crap for no good reason. I left my thoughts alone when I heard her voice downstairs. "Thanks Frank, i owe you one," she said, and that only made me want to talk to her more. Not only that, but the two bickering thoughts were fueled even more. I finally tuned them out and decided to write in my little journal.
September 6th
Eve's downstairs washing her clothes. I'd give anything to be down there. But I cant seem to find it in myself to just tell her how much I miss her laugh, her smile, just being with her. But having that damned Kelie chick all over me at school isn't helping either. She's not bad, but I'm not into her. She can't take a fuckin hint either.
:Normal POV:
I finally hopped off the dryer, bored out of my mind, and trailed upstairs. I heard light snoring from Gerard and Mikey's room, and couldn't help but take a peek. I saw him, sprawled on his bed with his journal. This kids been writing in the same one for almost two years. It was huge. I looked over and couldn't help but pick out a name, Kelie. I read over his shoulder, and from the few lines I saw half way down the page, I immidiately regretted it.
But having that damned Kelie chick all over me at school isn't helping either. She's not bad, but I'm not into her. She can't take a fuckin hint either. She even invited me to a party. Wouldn't take no for an answer, so I'm actually going out Saturday. Who knows, she might not be so bad after all. Probably won't hurt me as much as Eve... I ran downstairs, pulled the clothes out 30 minutes early, and jotted a small thanks and goodbye to Mikey before I left. Ok, so it was a page long, I did show some restraint. I was even good-natured enough to wish him good luck with Kelie.
"Eve, I didn't expect you to be by so soon," Frank said, and handed you the tickets. You lugged as much stuff into two suitecases, and Kissed Frankie goodbye. He pulled you into a tight hug, and you left. You turned on the first cd when you hit the toll road again, and was greeted with Ville Valo's deep voice.
There is no turning back From this unending path of mine Serpentine and black It stands before my eyes To hell and back It will lead me once more It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace
I skipped back a couple songs, not wanting to hear anymore of the slow song, and listened to Burried Alive by Love. I paid the fair to the airport, and then mumbled a few curses to myself. I picked up my phone.
"Fuck, Frankie, I need you to get Madison or someone. I can't park my car. 5 bucks a day for 2 plus years? No fucking way," I said, and he agreed to be there in a flash. I pulled into the hardee's across from the terminals, and waited for Frankie. He was there in a matter of minutes, and with Ray.
"You sure you wanna do this?" Ray asked, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Yeah, I think it's for the best. I'll be back, you guys know it," I smiled, blinking away a few tears.
"Ok, well, I'm gonna treat you to a last NJ supper, ok?" Ray said, and you grinned, and the three of you went into the hardee's and had a meal. :Mikeys POV:
Mikey,
I love you, no matter what. I don't know if you feel the same, but nevertheless I'm still going to Chicago. Please tell Gerard I'm sorry for giving him false hope that I'd stay and live in some shithole apartment while he tries to get us back together. Which, from the part of your journal I saw, is doubtful. Have fun at the party on Saturday, please don't get too drunk and do things you'll regret. Such as hooking up with Kelie. Unlike her, I'm on birth control, which is why you got off without using a condom. Good luck with her, ok? I'll know from Gerard if she hurts you, and then I'll be back to kick some major ass. Til then, no forks in the toaster, or heaters in the shower, and I'll miss you every day I'm gone. Goodbye Mikey.
Love,
Eve Rachelle-Marie Sardine
It stung worse than any suicide note could. I grabbed the car keys Gerard had left, and hoped I wasn't too late. I sped down the streets to the airport, skipping the turnpike, and made my way slowly to her. The words from her note echoed through my mind. She had only read a small part. She evidentally didn't read the whole thing. I horn blared at me, signalling that the light was now green. I turned left, and picked my way through the small traffic. I arrived, finally, after 30 minutes to the terminals, parked, and ran inside. Flight 1880 to Chicago/O'Hare, on time. Now, for security. i spent my small fortune for a ticket, and got in the long twisting line for the security. Damned them terrorist for being....terrorists. They're plot worked if they wanted to make the security line longer. Bitches, I thought, when I finally got through, I found the gate, and took a seat. She wasn't there. I sat down by some old woman, and waited. Ten minutes later, I saw her. She was accompanied by Ray and Frankie.
"You sure?" Ray asked. she nodded. Frankie shook her hand and backed away. Ray gave her a hug, and she turned with her laptop and carry on, that undoubtly had her ipod, her book she read 20 times, and about 20 packs of wrigleys spearmint gum. She loved mint, and the fact it was bright green made it easily her favorite. She picked a seat in front of me, but facing away. I grabbed a newspaper, a hat, and sat behind her.
"So, what zone are you in?" i asked, pulling of my impression of my father perfectly.
"Zone 3. How bout you?" she asked, not looking back, but popping her gum loudly.
"Same. What seat?" I asked.
"31 a. Why are you so interested?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"Just wondering, becuase it seems odd for a pretty thing like you flying all alone, unless theres a someone special waiting," I answered, and she blushed. I knew she would, god it was like flirting with her all over again.
"No, my someone special broke my heart and now I'm running," she said, and I wanted to just kiss her. I didn't mean to. But all I could do was watch as she stood to get in line for the zone 3 boarding call. I put a few people between us, then looked at my ticket. Shit, she was 31a. I was 31b.
She was in the shower, fully clothed, when I put the clothes on the counter. I sat back on my bed, and couldn't stop thinking about her. She did explain, one voice would say. But how come she didn't break off? She should know I wouldn't just kiss her like that, the other fought back. The third one, though, was just thinking, so I tuned in on that thought. She was trying to go to Chicago. It's my fault. If I just went and apologised, she probably wouldn't leave. But I can't talk to her, I don't know if she still would want to be with me after I treated her like crap for no good reason. I left my thoughts alone when I heard her voice downstairs. "Thanks Frank, i owe you one," she said, and that only made me want to talk to her more. Not only that, but the two bickering thoughts were fueled even more. I finally tuned them out and decided to write in my little journal.
September 6th
Eve's downstairs washing her clothes. I'd give anything to be down there. But I cant seem to find it in myself to just tell her how much I miss her laugh, her smile, just being with her. But having that damned Kelie chick all over me at school isn't helping either. She's not bad, but I'm not into her. She can't take a fuckin hint either.
:Normal POV:
I finally hopped off the dryer, bored out of my mind, and trailed upstairs. I heard light snoring from Gerard and Mikey's room, and couldn't help but take a peek. I saw him, sprawled on his bed with his journal. This kids been writing in the same one for almost two years. It was huge. I looked over and couldn't help but pick out a name, Kelie. I read over his shoulder, and from the few lines I saw half way down the page, I immidiately regretted it.
But having that damned Kelie chick all over me at school isn't helping either. She's not bad, but I'm not into her. She can't take a fuckin hint either. She even invited me to a party. Wouldn't take no for an answer, so I'm actually going out Saturday. Who knows, she might not be so bad after all. Probably won't hurt me as much as Eve... I ran downstairs, pulled the clothes out 30 minutes early, and jotted a small thanks and goodbye to Mikey before I left. Ok, so it was a page long, I did show some restraint. I was even good-natured enough to wish him good luck with Kelie.
"Eve, I didn't expect you to be by so soon," Frank said, and handed you the tickets. You lugged as much stuff into two suitecases, and Kissed Frankie goodbye. He pulled you into a tight hug, and you left. You turned on the first cd when you hit the toll road again, and was greeted with Ville Valo's deep voice.
There is no turning back From this unending path of mine Serpentine and black It stands before my eyes To hell and back It will lead me once more It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace
I skipped back a couple songs, not wanting to hear anymore of the slow song, and listened to Burried Alive by Love. I paid the fair to the airport, and then mumbled a few curses to myself. I picked up my phone.
"Fuck, Frankie, I need you to get Madison or someone. I can't park my car. 5 bucks a day for 2 plus years? No fucking way," I said, and he agreed to be there in a flash. I pulled into the hardee's across from the terminals, and waited for Frankie. He was there in a matter of minutes, and with Ray.
"You sure you wanna do this?" Ray asked, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Yeah, I think it's for the best. I'll be back, you guys know it," I smiled, blinking away a few tears.
"Ok, well, I'm gonna treat you to a last NJ supper, ok?" Ray said, and you grinned, and the three of you went into the hardee's and had a meal. :Mikeys POV:
Mikey,
I love you, no matter what. I don't know if you feel the same, but nevertheless I'm still going to Chicago. Please tell Gerard I'm sorry for giving him false hope that I'd stay and live in some shithole apartment while he tries to get us back together. Which, from the part of your journal I saw, is doubtful. Have fun at the party on Saturday, please don't get too drunk and do things you'll regret. Such as hooking up with Kelie. Unlike her, I'm on birth control, which is why you got off without using a condom. Good luck with her, ok? I'll know from Gerard if she hurts you, and then I'll be back to kick some major ass. Til then, no forks in the toaster, or heaters in the shower, and I'll miss you every day I'm gone. Goodbye Mikey.
Love,
Eve Rachelle-Marie Sardine
It stung worse than any suicide note could. I grabbed the car keys Gerard had left, and hoped I wasn't too late. I sped down the streets to the airport, skipping the turnpike, and made my way slowly to her. The words from her note echoed through my mind. She had only read a small part. She evidentally didn't read the whole thing. I horn blared at me, signalling that the light was now green. I turned left, and picked my way through the small traffic. I arrived, finally, after 30 minutes to the terminals, parked, and ran inside. Flight 1880 to Chicago/O'Hare, on time. Now, for security. i spent my small fortune for a ticket, and got in the long twisting line for the security. Damned them terrorist for being....terrorists. They're plot worked if they wanted to make the security line longer. Bitches, I thought, when I finally got through, I found the gate, and took a seat. She wasn't there. I sat down by some old woman, and waited. Ten minutes later, I saw her. She was accompanied by Ray and Frankie.
"You sure?" Ray asked. she nodded. Frankie shook her hand and backed away. Ray gave her a hug, and she turned with her laptop and carry on, that undoubtly had her ipod, her book she read 20 times, and about 20 packs of wrigleys spearmint gum. She loved mint, and the fact it was bright green made it easily her favorite. She picked a seat in front of me, but facing away. I grabbed a newspaper, a hat, and sat behind her.
"So, what zone are you in?" i asked, pulling of my impression of my father perfectly.
"Zone 3. How bout you?" she asked, not looking back, but popping her gum loudly.
"Same. What seat?" I asked.
"31 a. Why are you so interested?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"Just wondering, becuase it seems odd for a pretty thing like you flying all alone, unless theres a someone special waiting," I answered, and she blushed. I knew she would, god it was like flirting with her all over again.
"No, my someone special broke my heart and now I'm running," she said, and I wanted to just kiss her. I didn't mean to. But all I could do was watch as she stood to get in line for the zone 3 boarding call. I put a few people between us, then looked at my ticket. Shit, she was 31a. I was 31b.
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