Kids From Yesterday -MCR killjoy fanfic

Chapter 4

We filed into a brightly colored vehicle.

The wheels squeeled under us, as we quickly sped off into the desert.

I was squished in the back seat, up against the curly head, the blonde next to him, who was holding the naked killjoy.

She lay curled up in his lap, her head buried in his chest.

I watched, as he softly stroked her hair, blushing slightly whenever he looked down at her.

Suddenly, a smile curved over my lips.

Where had that come from?

I quickly wiped it off, turning my gaze towards the front of the vehicle.

In the drivers seat was the green haired girl, who wore a tight grim expression on her face as she concentrated on the road.

Beside her was the black haired boy, and then the brunette in the passengers side.

I kept my lips sealed, as so many questions bubbled up on my tongue.

The car suddenly came to a sudden turn, vearing off into a run off dirt road.

The car bounced and jumped under us as we sped over the terrain.

After a ways, we finally came to an abandoned looking workshop.

It was a wooden store like place, the wood swollen and sun bleached.

She switched the car off, getting out from her car door.

We all quietly filed out behind her, the blonde carrying the killjoy.

We stepped inside, an eerie silence falling over us once we passed the doors.

"Bring her in here." She ordered from a far room.

I watched as she was carried away, but I decided not to follow.

I looked around, not used to the run down feel to the place.

But...it was warming. It felt like home.

I suddenly noticed that I was completely alone. I frowned, deciding to sit down on the creaky floor.

I looked across from me, at a wooden end table, that held a frame on it.

I crawled over to it, examining it closely

Inside of the frame, was a teen looking girl. She had long waist length brown hair, very similar to mine.

Her big silver eyes glimmered. She wore a cheeky smile, as she held hands with another young female.

The other one was very unrecognizable. The side of the photo she was on was torn and scratched all to hell.

It appeared that she had mid back length black hair, but thats all I could tell.

I gently put it back, running my eyes over the interior once more.

Small details brough life to this place. A ray gun sat in the corner, near a bunched up blanket. But the gun wasn't white like mine, this one had splatters of greens, violets and blues.

"Hey."

I quickly turned towards the voice.

The girl with green hair came out, sitting down in front of me.

"This is a lot to take in, and I know your confused. We have a lot to talk about."