Demolition Lovers

That Word For When You're Sharing A Comfortable Silence With A Beautiful Person?

Mamihlapinatapai- please look it up:)
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Gerard knew he should probably go back. Being out in the city in broad daylight was never a great idea for people like him. People like him? Well the Killjoys of course. The rebels I guess you could call them. The only group who managed to escape the brainwashing of society; the sudden collapse for all of humanity. They wear black in a world that favors grays. They spray paint buildings, listen to good music and go where they please; all of the things that were once so normal and accepted. Nowadays, if you're caught hanging around with the Killjoys, you're immediately dragged away to prison...or worse.

Anyways, yes, today Gerard decided to go out to a secluded area of the park; breathing in whiffs of nicotine and leaning against the cold brick wall. Fall was always his favorite season; the cool air and the colorful trees. Everything was just so...relaxing in October.

He cautiously gazed at the mothers gossiping on the bench as their children played. He saw one boy who must've been around seven, walk up to his mother with the biggest Cheshire smile, clothes rugged from playing all afternoon. He looked like he was about to tell her an amazing story. Even Gerard was curious as to what made this little boy so inexplicably happy. And yet the mother scowled at her son, waving a hand away; clearly annoyed that he just interrupted her heated discussion over what Gerard could only imagine, was something pointless such as what Sharon was wearing today.

Gerard stomped out his cigarette and snuck back into the dark alley that led to the current location of his group. You see, different camps of Killjoys are scattered around the world. In New Jersey, about twenty small groups. He assumes it's probably the same for the rest of America. The groups are constantly moving as a safety precaution. If they were to stay in the same place for a while, the locals might catch on and boom, everyone locked away to be brainwashed. But where the hell do they stay? And how many people per group? You may be asking yourself. Well the truth is, they go wherever they can. Sometimes abandoned stores, warehouses, houses, etc. Some place no one would ever expect to be inhabited by people. And as for how many people per group? Around ten but usually less. As of now, Gerard's group is staying in a very nice, 20s-esque abandoned mansion. He can't imagine why someone would leave such a place (well he did hear of ghost stories but that just added to the aesthetic of the place.)

Entering the house, Gerard immediately notices Mikey curled up on one of the rickety armchairs.

"Mikey?" Gerard asks, approaching his little brother cautiously.

"Go away," he hears the nineteen-year old mumble.

"Pete again?" Gerard asks, knowing perfectly well that some short dude with raccoon eye makeup has been bugging his brother since he first joined the group a few months ago.

Mikey snaps his head up towards Gerard and glares.

"It's none of your...yeah actually" he lowers his gaze back on the floor, almost ashamed. Shocker that even in a dystopian universe, love drama is present.

"What now?" Gerard asks as he walks into the crumbling old kitchen and makes a coffee.

"just- I don't know. He wants to have uh... ya know."

Gerard nearly drops the whole goddamn pot of water on his foot as he jumped back in shock. He knew the two have been dating for a while- Gerard would often pretend to be listening to Mikey's rambling about how amazing Pete is; how soft his lips are and how his eyes twinkle and blah blah blah. So yes, he was used to hearing the details of their relationship- and yet Gerard never imagined their conversations would become this detailed. He just hoped Mikey would never start illustrating how amazing Pete's dick is because he certainly did not want that image plastered in his mind.