The Fight Against Better Living Industries

Carley Ann's POV
****
"Daddy? Where are you going?"
"I'm going away for a while little one."
"Will you be back?"
"....Yes..."
Last thing I remember is my father kissing me on the forehead.
"Mommy?"
"Yes sweetheart."
"Is daddy going to come back?
"Maybe, honey."
I remember wondering why my dad wouldn't come home when I was a kid. My mother said that it was because his job was going to change the world someday. I still wonder to this day if he succeeded in changing this world.
*****
"Carley Ann? Are you awake?" Party Poison came into "my room" leaning over my bed.
"Yes." I can never get a full nights sleep anymore. Maybe three hours at a time but thats it. My brain just won't turn off anymore. Party Poison always checked on everyone at night, to see if we were ok, to see if any of us have caught any symptoms of the "breakout" or if we simply cant sleep. He always looked out for all of us.
He peeled back the covers and crawled under the sheets next to me. "You're freezing." His body heat immediately warms me. I didn't even realize I was shivering until he came and laid next to me. I turned so I could rest my head on his chest. I'm always the last person that he checks on, because each night for about 2 weeks he comes to lay next to me. Having him near me makes me feel so much better. It's not like I asked him to stay with me each night. He just thinks I'm reckless, like I'll go and jump off a Jersey Bridge or something.
"Are you really going to help me with this? You guys don't have to. I feel like I'm forcing you too." Party Poison sounded guilty. It took my a while to realize that he was talking about trying to fight Better Living Industries.
"Party Poison," I sat up to look at him."We're in this together no matter what. Whatever you do, we do."
He sat up and took my hands in his. "I just don't want to put you guys in danger. You guys are my only family."
"Listen to me, we all have nothing else left to lose. We're with you, no matter what. Don't forget that."
He didn't say anything for a while, he just looked down at his hands. Then he looked up at me, smiled, and then kissed my forehead. I smiled, blushing just a little bit.
*****
"Rise and shine, lovebirds."
The curtains were pulled open by Midnight to reveal the blinding sun. Party Poison and I hissed at it.
"What time is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes.
Midnight looked outside. "Probably around 12 in the morning or something."
She came and sat in-between Gerard and I. "So did you guys do it last night."
"Midnight," Party Poison gasped.
"You seriously think we would do stuff like that? After all the trouble in the world. You think we have time for that nonsense." I was really pissed at her. Why would she even say something like that.
Midnight laughed, like we just told her a funny joke or something.
Party Poison rolled his eyes at her. "Why are you laughing?"
After a few more giggles, she wipes the tears from her eyes. "Because I wasn't asking if you guys had sex, I was asking if you guys packed your stuff, you know for the big day today. Didn't we agree on fighting this super mega-corporation called Better Living Industries?"
Gerard and I blushed. She wasn't even asking if we had sex. How embarrassing.
To add insult to injury, Fun Ghoul walked. "Hey Midnight. Oh hey did you guys finally do it last night?"
"WE DIDNT HAVE SEX!" Gerard and I yelled, still completely embarrassed.
Midnight and Fun Ghoul burst out laughing like hyenas. Gerard and I realized that he wasn't asking if we had sex either.
"You guys really do need to have sex already. I can feel the sexual tension." Fun Ghoul threw a condom at Party Poison. Midnight and Fun Ghoul walked out but before that, they turned off the light and closed the door. Probably setting the mood.
Gerard and I got up smiling at how humiliating it was what we just went through.
****
After we packed what we needed into a car (A car that we found with gas in it) we all started our journey towards Better Living Industries. Jet Star is extremely good with direction and he says that it will take about 3 days to get there. From New Jersey to Los Angeles. And that is with driving nonstop for 16 hours a day.
"Ok guys, we will all take turns driving." Party Poison said while turning on the car. "And if we run out of gas in the middle of no where. We're gone for."
"Really Party Poison? Really?" I mumbled under my breath. Everyone else yelling at him because of his little comment.
"I was only joking guys." He chuckled.
Party Poison was driving and Jet Star sat at the passenger side. I sat in the middle of the car with the Kobra Kid while Midnight and Fun Ghoul sat in the back.
Kobra Kid was showing me a magazine that he found lying around at an old restaurant while on one of their hunts for food and other supplies. It was a Rolling Stone Magazine, with David Bowie on the cover.
"What year is it from?" I asked him, remembering how often my father used to listen to him.
"It's from 1983, and still in mint condition." Kobra Kid smiles at how lucky he is to have it. "At least there is some hope in this world." He frowns. The reason why he is so happy to have this is because the robots at Better Living Industries burned everything that was creative or inspiring. They burned all books not approved by them. Burned anything that had to deal with music: CD's, Vynls, instruments. Not only books or music, but also the old classic movies too. They even took to burning any museums or historical monuments, so that history doesn't repeat itself.
"Party Poison?" Kobra Kid asked, sounding like a little boy. I know I've failed to mention this but Party Poison and Kobra Kid are bothers. They both had parents once and they were both children once. That is hard for me to see because I've always pictured Gerard as a father to Mikey. I can tell that they both never had a normal childhood. Well, none of us have now that I think of it.
"Yes Mikey?"
"Remember that whole talk of starting a band when we were kids? Remember when you promised me that we would be on the cover of this magazine." Mikey nods to The Rolling Stone Magazine. "Do you think we could have made it? I mean do you think our band would have been worthy enough to actually be on the cover of this magazine."
Everyone stays quiet, waiting to hear what Party Poison is going to say next.
"I do." Two words we all expected him to say.
******
Tell me how you liked this chapter guys! more to come soon!

Notes