Ghosts-An MCR Story

Chapter 3

A faint dog barking woke me up. Mikey was still asleep. Gross, I thought, he made a drool puddle on the floor. But I shrugged it off and got up.

The apartment that I shared with Mikey wasn't anything special. But it looked a hundred times better on Christmas morning.

"Mikey wake up, it's Christmas."

"Wha? Oh right."

Mikey stepped up and nearly fell down.

"Jesus, Gerard."

He gagged.

"I think I'm gonna throw up."

He ran to the bathroom.

"That's what a hangover does to you!" I yelled at him.

"Just get me some-" barf "Pepto-Bismal and-" barf "Aspirin." He choked out.

"Ok fine."

I walked out of the apartment and onto the sidewalk below. I decided to go to this local corner store that had everything.

I get Mikey his medicine and as I'm walking to the cashier I hear, "Hey Gerard!" At first I'm confused because it sounds like a girl calling me and I don't know any girls. But, I turn and see that it's Lindsey. She was my high school sweetheart but we broke up when she went to college in California. I hadn't seen her in years.

"Oh hey Lindsey!" I respond.

She hugs me and I feel my face get red. I still really like her.

"What are you doing here?", I asked,"I thought you lived in California."

"I'm just visiting my family for Christmas" she replied.

She looked like she was glad to come back.

"So what's up with you are you sick or something?", she asked pointing to the medicine.

"No, it's for Mikey. Bad hangover."

"That sucks. Are you still in that band?"

She always called it 'that band' because she thought the name was dumb.

"Yeah. You know we're actually playing at a USO dance on Saturday, would you like to come?"

"Sure!"

Even though she didn't really like the band she still supported me which I thought was great.

"Ok, I'll pick you up at 8 on Saturday."

"Ok."

And with that she walked away. I could feel my heart rate decreasing. She always made me nervous. What was I thinking? We're not playing at the USO dance on Saturday. We would have to become soldiers to do that. Well, I thought, Mikey got what he wanted. We were going to enter World War 2.