The Ghost of You, an american idiot fanfic

The Ghost of You

A/N: Yay, AI fandom again!

I need to write a good old Johnny/Jimmy fic; a songfic for that matter

I don't own anything not the song lyrics which are My Chemical Romance. I don't own American Idiot; if I did, it won't be closing *tears*

Told in Johnny's POV

I never said I'd lie and wait forever

"You're perfect" I whispered to him. "You're mine."

"I know, I know, Johnny cakes."

"Forever," I said, nibbling his ear.

He giggles, "Yep…"

Why did I say that?

If I died, we'd be together

I can't always just forget her

But she could try

I held him closer. The dead body was in my arms. His color was fading; he was freezing. I started crying. "Jimmy…" I whispered. "Jimmy, please, I can't…"

At the end of the world

Or the last thing I see

"He's gone," Theo whispered. "No pulse, color lost, freezing body."

Declan and him take the body. They started getting ready for the fural. "Jimmy…" I moaned.

Never coming home

Could I? Should I?

I stayed on the streets. Jimmy, please…

I couldn't move from my spot. Tell me something.

I'm here darling whistles in my head. Go home, you'll see me.

Should I believe you?

And all the things that you never ever told me

I started kissing him. He just had this blank expression. Nothing he wanted to talk about no…

Something I won't ever know.

And all the smiles that are ever ever...

His smile…

It was so bright. It meant he was planning something. I wanted to see it one more time. I wanted to hold him. I needed to be reminded that I was something….

Ever...

Get the feeling that you're never

"I love him," I keep whispering when I got home. "I need him…I just…"

All alone and I remember now

At the top of my lungs in my arms

Jimmy took the gun from his pocket. "Life sucks, Johnny cakes."

"I'm here though, Jimmy!" I yelled out, "I love you forever more, please don't—"

Bang….

She dies

The gun—that was put to his head—dropped…

His body fell right into my arms.

"No…"

At the end of the world

Or the last thing I see

You are

Never coming home

Could I? Should I?

I fell onto the couch. A cover came over me. Whatsername was standing there; she grabs my hand. "Johnny…"

My whole body was frozen. What was I supposed to say? Every thought through me was Jimmy this, Jimmy that. She grabs my hand, "Don't speak…I know."

"I miss him," I mumbled.

"I know…"

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

The wounds…They were there from last night. I looked on my arm. The bruises…they still stuck as a cover. A cover of memories to me…

For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall

If I fall (down)

Everything it's gone. What's the point? What's going to happen to me? Where am I going to be?

What if I become a ghost?

"Don't…" Something whispers through the winds. "Wait…"

At the end of the world

Or the last thing I see

You are

Never coming home

And all the things that you never ever told me

And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

"Jimmy…" I whispered. A phantom stands in my place. My eyes met him.

A smirk comes across his face. He touches me. "I still need you. Stay, though. Stay…"

Never coming home

Could I? Should I?

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

For all the ghosts that are never gonna...

A/N: Just a quick one shot I had locked up for the show closing night.

Good bye American Idiot on Broadway. This is only the beginning. Too much too soon though, right?

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