The Fight Against Better Living Industries

Fun Ghoul's P.O.V
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"Midnight, Midnight." I tried shaking her to get her up.
We stopped at an old restaurant about 8 hours into our drive. Time for Gerard to take a rest.
"Midnight, get the hell up."
"Just a few more seconds mommy." She pushed my face.
I rolled my eyes. "Ok hun its time to get up." I picked her up like a baby. It was my turn to drive and I wanted her to sit next to me.
"You don't want me to sit next to you Fwaankie?" Gerard gave me some puppy dog eyes.
I laughed. "No I want Midnight to."
"Oh I see," Gerard laughed,"You like her huh?"
"Uhhhhhhhm no Gerard she's my friend and I want her to sit next to me while I drive so I'm not bored duhhhhhh."
"Then why are you carrying her?"
"Because she's asleep, I can't just wake her up, that would be rude." I walked around to the passenger side to set Midnight down carefully so I wouldn't wake her up. I could feel Party Poison's eyes staring at me. I walked back to the drivers side of the car.
"Gerard can you please get up so I can drive."
"Just admit it Frank," the smile on his face was hilarious, I couldn't help but giggle at it.
"Admit what Gerard?" I knew exactly what he was talking about.
We stared at each other for a little while. When he knew I wasn't going to admit anything, he just said it. "Admit that you like Midnight."
"Of course I like Midnight."
"No, no admit that you liiiiiike her."
I sighed. Gerard can see right through me.
"Yes, I do like her. Like a lot."
" I knew it, you cant hide anything from me Frank. Im like your guardian angel, I look out for you and I can see everything."
"What about you Gerard?" I glared at him.
"What about me?" He tried to look innocent, but I can also see right through him.
"You and Carely," I nodded to Carely sleeping in the back.
He frowned. I could tell from the beginning that he's liked her. But there's one problem with him, he doesn't let himself love anyone anymore.
"Sit in back with her Gerard. Its time for you to rest buddy." He smiles and crawls in back with Carley. I wait for Jet Star and Kobra Kid to come back from their pee break and start the car, to move along in our journey.
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About 3 hours into my drive, the sun is rising, the yellow and orange lights keeping me amused when everyone is sleeping. Everyone is starting to wake up, thank god, I was beginning to feel very lonely. Even though I was thinking about waking Midnight up, I let her sleep. She deserves to get some rest. I see her stretch out of the corner of my eye and smile.
"Good morning sleepy head."
"Hi," she smiles at me with a tired voice. "How did I get up here?"
"He carried you up there," Gerard yelled from the back. "He wanted you to sit next to him."
My cheeks turn red, I'm going to kick his ass later. Midnight giggles.
"Ok, changing the subject, how'd you guys sleep?" I asked them.
They responded with a chorus of "Good" and "meh" and "I got chased by a teddy bear with a knife" that I'm pretty sure Mikey said.
"How long have you been driving?" Jet Star asked me.
"For like 4 hours."
"OK, if you see a McDonalds or a gas station, lets stop, I'm starved." Mikey insisted.
Hopefully those things haven't been cleaned out yet, if we're lucky enough. As everyone else settled in their own conversations, Midnight started ours. I almost never start a conversation with her because I have no idea what I would say.
"Frank?" She asks.
"Mhmmmm." I pretended like I was focusing really hard on the road.
"You never finished telling me the story."
I knew this day would come. A couple of weeks ago, when we were alone, we would talk to eachother about how our lives used to be. She had a brother and a sister and parents. They all went their separate ways when the people working for Better Living Industries took over. She told me that one day, when her and her family were at home together, they came in and took her mother and father away from them. To this day, she still does not know why they were taken from her, but her being the oldest, she had to take care of her little brother and sister. At the tender age of 15, she turned into a mother and a father. She then went on to tell me that her brother went on to join the robots at Better Living Industries when he was 16. As for her sister, she ran away, probably with some guy, but Midnight doesn't know why they both ran away from her. She doesn't where they are today or if their even alive. That's a lot for a person to go through.
"How old are you?" I blurted out.
"I'm 21." She shrugs.
She's 21 and she's already lost her whole family.
"Now will you tell me the rest of your story?" Shes asked impatiently. She told me how hard she has it and I promised that I will tell her. But my problem isn't as big as hers. She'll probably think how easy I had it. I know where my parents are, they are in hiding back in New Jersey. They're safe.
Here goes nothing. "Ok I'll tell you," I look back to see if anyone else is listening and then I lowered my voice. "I used to have this old girlfriend, I thought I was going to marry her. I actually proposed to her." I look at Midnight's face, she is genuinely interested in my story. She leaned in, to hear me more clearly. "It was my wedding night. I was so excited to get married to her. Her name was... Ivy." I smile as the memory comes back to me. "I really did love her. As I walked into my dressing room, I saw that a note was left for me on a table. I opened it and saw that it was Ivy's handwriting..." I trailed off, remembering.
"What did the note say?" She yells and then covers her mouth. I looked back to see if they noticed, thank god, they hadn't.
I took in a sharp breath, it still pains me to remember, even to this day.
"It said I love you, but I can't marry you." I shrugged, trying to make it seem that it wasn't a big deal. But I can tell that it was a big deal for her. She sat back in her seat, shaking her head. I looked over at her, her face was in a frown. She looked pissed off actually. I laughed, she kind of cute when she's pissed. She glared over at me, mad at what I just told her.
"How are you laughing, I would be pissed."
"It happened about 10 years ago Midnight."
"10 years ago... how old are you?"
I knew that question was going to come.
"He's 30!" Mikey yelled right in my ear, making me jump.
"How long have you been listening to our conversation?" Midnight turned around in her seat to face Mikey.
"The whole time." At least Mikey doesn't why. Midnight doesn't take his honesty very well and starts hitting him. I laugh. This is going to be a long drive.

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