My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter Three

"Hey uh.. Party?"

"What's up?"

"Are... are we there yet? We've been driving for a long time- you sure you're not going to kill me?"

Poison chuckled, clearly amused. "No, Ghoulie, I don't plan to kill you. We're going to the killjoys' hideout. I wanna introduce you to the others."

What in the fucking fuck. I was not prepared for that. "You what now-"

"It's fine, it's fine, don't worry. They'll love you. I'm sure you'll love them as well. Do you know their names?"

"Uh.. not their real names but I've heard of Kobra Kid and Jet Star?"

I could almost see the appreciative smile on their face. "Yeah, exactly. Well it's mostly us three but occasionally it's also our two other friends who own the place. One of them helps us get ready for races and the other is like a manager, I guess? Tho they're good bikers, too. I hope you'll like them."

I held onto them a little tighter, as if that would help me calm my nerves. "Um- yeah, I'm sure I will. They sound fun."

"They for sure are."

We drove in silence for a few minutes. Gerard was focused on the road- we had turned off the bigger ones and they had to be more careful here- and I was thinking through every possible scenario I could get myself into next. I really hope I won't fuck it up.

Eventually, Party broke the silence. "You alright back there, Ghoulie?"

"Yeah, I'm alright," I sighed. "Just a bit nervous, y'know?"

"Oh.. I see." They paused for a moment before speaking once more: "It's gonna go alright, yeah? They're all pretty chill. They'll love you, I know they will. And I will be there."

"I know, it's just... a lot I guess. A lot of shit has happened today that I wasn't expecting."

"Yeah no worries, it's understandable. I'll handle it, ok love? I promise it's gonna be fine."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Alright.... in that case, I guess I'll trust you."

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Gerard stopped in front of an old, green building. It looked like it used to be a diner, but it had gone out of business long ago. It stood alone, a fairly big parking lot surrounded it and the nearest buildings were both at least a 100 meters away. The ground was covered in paint, some motor oil and there were a few cigarettes, too. I could also see a fence that was being built, it looked shitty so far but I guess it got the job done. There was a car in front of the house, as well as a few good-looking bikes.

Altogether, the place looked fucking sick.

Poison hopped off of the motorcycle and took off their helmet, shaking their head and running their hand through the bright red hair in an attempt to make it look at least a little bit less messy. I followed their example and got off as well.

"So," they spoke up, turning to face me. "Welcome to the Diner, the home of The Fabulous Killjoys. Enjoy your stay."

I stared at the building in front of me. "You live here, too? Like, all the time?"

They raised an eyebrow. "No shit Sherlock. Where else would I go? BL/I kept us all within one place, so." They vaguely gestured at the building, as if expecting me to figure the rest out myself.

Unfortunately I don't think I fully did, but I nodded anyway. "Yeah, mhm. Sounds cool."

They seemed to accept my bullshit. "See, you get it."