The Ghost Of You
Chapter 2: Drowning Lessons
I never thought it'd be this way
Just me and you, we're here alone
And if you stay, all I'm asking for is
A thousand bodies piled up
I never thought would be enough
To show you just what I've been thinking
November 10, 1942
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Gerard and Lindsey both sat across from each other in one of the booths in the diner, or as everyone calls it, The Shack. It was surprisingly quiet for a Friday night, except for the occasional shouts from the employees and a couple of people casually stroll in for a few minutes than leave. The radio in the corner played soft music in the background, just enough to drown out the rain.
Lindsey griped both of Gerard's hands with hers as silent tears steadied down her face. Of all people, she would have never thought that Gerard would be one of the few to go. "Did you tell Mikey yet?"
"No," Gerard signed. This was something he did not want to be reminded of. "He's home with Alicia now, its their anniversary. I don't want to ruin the night for them."
Lindsey hastily wiped her face of the tears. She needed to be strong now. "When do you leave?"
"April twenty-third."
"Well, at least we still have the holidays to be together." Lindsey smiled at Gerard, who tried to smile in return, but turned out become a grimace instead. "When you come back you can finally go to art school like you always wanted to, right?"
"Yea, thats if I come back."
"Don't you dare talk like that, Gerard," Lindsey snapped. "You will come back, ok? And when you do we'll act as if nothing happened. Everything will go back to normal."
Gerard looked over at her in awe, her dark eyes blazed with determination. He smiled and suddenly gave her a kiss, much to her surprise. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Gerard asked when they broke apart.
"You may have mentioned it a few times," Lindsey said as they leaned in for another kiss.
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Gerard made the drive back home after he dropped off Lindsey at her house. The rain deceased, just leaving some thunder and lighting behind. He rolled down the windows of his car and let the cold blast of the fall air circulate throughout the car. Pulling into the too small driveway of their house, Gerard could make out the faint glow of the living room TV threw the white curtains.
If mom found him up this late with a girl…Gerard thought as he got out of the car and to the front door. Cautiously, he slowly opened the door, not really in the mood to find them going at it on the couch, but istead to find them sleeping in each others arms. Gerard smiled as he walked over to the couple and draped a blanket over them. He remembered the first few months of Lindsey and him dating. Now three years later their engaged.
He left the TV on and walked to his room in the basement. After Mikey was born, Gerard had to share his room since there where only two bedrooms in the house. Once Gerard hit thirteen, he decided that he needed the space, so he moved into the basement, which was just across the hall from Mikey's room.
It was bigger than the average basement, thanks to the help that the previous owner was a paranoid freak, so Gerard had enough room to fit his bed, dresser, desk, a couch and small coffee table all in there. The small window above his dresser provided easy access for sneaking out too when he was younger, so he couldn't complain. The only downsides to this was the humidity during the summer, the vibration or the trains passing through a little ways behind the house, and how incredibly hard it was to find your way in the dark, especially when your drunk.
Gerard flopped down on his bed and found exhaustion suddenly taking over. He peeked through the curtain of black hair rolling over his face and onto the wall of pictures next to him. Most where of his drawings and posters of his favorite horror movies while there where only a few family taken pitchers. Some where of Mikey and him growing up through the years, a couple of older ones of his parents when they where younger, a single one of his late grandmother posing as a dancer when she was younger, and the newest being of Lindsey and him at their high school prom and at their engagement party.
Gerard signed and rolled over, taking his shoes and shirt off in the process. What a fucking day this has been, was his last thought before sleep finally pulled him under.
I know, I know! I'm so sorry at how incredibly short it is:( I promise that I WILL make it up to you all in some way or form. But on the upside, MCR is having a contest for someone to win two tickest to a concert of their choice during the Honda Civic Tour and to be the offical blogger for that city AND to be featured on the front of and , so you all better ENTER!
P.S: New Killjoys Never Die chapter is up! So go and read it!
Xoxo,
Brianna