I Used To Obsess Over Living, Now I Only Obsess Over You.

5.June

May 25th

I had the biggest smile on my face when I saw Mikey in a peaceful slumber. He had this delicate smile on his face that made me think he was having a pleasant dream. Luckily it was only 7 AM so it I still had little more time with him until the cemetery opened up.

I got up and shook his body waiting for him to get up. He woke up with a few blinks of the eye, slowing getting up while he yawned, making a squeaking noise. I couldn't help but awe.

He sat up, looking around and reaching out; grabbing my hand.I purpose moved away from his hand and around him to pull down his 'Anthrax' shirt which had practically turned into a crop top.

He held himself tightly in fear clutching at his shirt until he realized what I was trying to do. He let out a small sigh and smiled.

"Who are you and why are you somehow...helping me?" Mikey seemed confused but then his breath suddenly hitched.

"Wait I have an idea! Um...meet back here like you always do." Without anymore explanation, he hurriedly started spiriting out of the cemetery to do God knows what...God. I was truthfully upset with the thought of God so I dismissed the thought out of my head and began waiting for Mikey.

It was a guilty pleasure getting to know Mikey. He truly didn't know who I was and I was starting to make him believe in ghost, which wasn't exactly incorrect because ghost were real, but what would everyone think about him in his already depressive state if they found out he went to a cemetery every day to hang out with an deceased man. Also the fact that I was hanging out with Mikey even though Gerard still wasn't able to seemed wrong. He was yet to gain any abilities but seeing your dead brother and not being able to truly be or speak to him would be a painful experience. But then I remember my brother, Andrew. He was still in California, yet to see me.

I was being very naive; I was falling for the living even though I was already dead. I already gave up any sort of love months ago. But Mikey was just an overall good person. It was just emotions that you get when you like someone whether you're a teenager or adult. I may start off with what they do or how they look but it's what you find out about them next that makes you like them more and that was what was happening to me. Mikey seemed very expressive when by himself. He opened up more to no one. Himself and his mind were like to different people, he was still trying to figure out his locked up brain. He also had a voice of a total dork; like he was always nasally. It was my favorite thing about him though; it made him cuter than he already was.

I couldn't help myself to think about him this way, evening knowing that this thing wouldn't last forever but, I guess I should enjoy the sweetness while it last.

He got back to Rose Hill 15 minutes later, notebook and pen in hand. I could write to him...Why the hell did this take two months for us to realize that? I had no need to be irritated because I was excited; I could talk to Mikey Way. We were going to talk and my mind started running because what the hell was going to happen?

In that moment I realized he knew that I was Pete Wentz, 'Bassist of Fall out Boy' and I felt like that was kind of cocky of me but he was the one who found my band. He would surely be delighted to know it was me.

Mikey was back at the same spot he woke up. He sat down and looked around, even though he was looking for an invisible man.

Mikey breathing started to quicken as he wrote down words in the journal.

"Okay I wrote down some questions for you to answer so...If you're here, please answer." He stuttered. He pushed the notebook and pen away from himself and waited with his head down. I think he was starting to sweat. Was he really that nervous? But as soon as he pushed it coincidentally towards me my heart started to race. How does my body even have a proper organ system to perform these functions? I took a big breath, sat down in the grass, and grabbed the journal.