Mama, we're all gonna die.

"Mikey, get the fuck up."

"hmmm...?" Mikey picks his head up from the floor.

"Dude, pack your shit, were going on a road trip."

"The fuck? Gerard what time is it?"

"Noon, and Frank's waiting at his house for us."

"Where are we going?"

"Georgia. Drugs are involved so get ready." Without another word, I turn back around and leave his room. We're all leaving today when Chelsea decides to come and pick us up.

I hop down the steps and go back into my room where I throw random band shirts in a bag along with my skinny jeans and Converse. I guess I should take a quick shower too, who knows how long it'll be before I can bathe again.



My bathroom fills up with hot steam as I hop out of my shower, rubbing a towel on my wet hair before wrapping it around my waist. As soon as I leave the bathroom I'm greeted by Mikey as he packs pot together in a case out in the hall.

"You know Chelsea and Carol have their shit too." I give him a look, hinting that he should save that for when we come back home.

"Yeah, I know. But this is some crazy shit, Gee. You're gonna fly on the way down."

"Dude, we're not hot boxing her van." I shake my head at him.

"Says, who? I'll try to get her to let us. Who is she by the way. You never really explained who she was."

Oh yeah, I never told Mike who they were. Hell, I just finally told him this morning that we're heading down there. He knows a little about Justin and Chris, cause I brought them over more than a few times. "Uh, Chelsea and Carol are twins. They love to party and they have a set of wheels."

"Wait, so you don't really even know them?" His eye brow raises at me.

"I met up with them a few times a couple years ago, but they're good friends with Justin and Chris so they're cool with it."

"What did mom tell you about getting in cars with strangers." His thick brown eyes roll at me.

"Mom's not here so fuck off." I smirk at him before I head back downstairs. About time I get some clothes on. I throw an Exploited shirt over my head and hop into a pair of black skinny jeans. Shoving my feet into my Converse before hiking my stuff back upstairs.

Mikey's already waiting in the living room by the time I'm back up stairs, "You coming with me to Frank's?" I meet with his eyes.

"Yeah I guess. Just don't make out in front of me." His face is blank as he looks up at me.

"Dude, Frank's not like that. Now let's go."

Notes

TOO LAZY TO WRITE ANYTHING ELSE UGHH so yeah lol enjoy