Thoughts Of The Past

Adrenaline coursed through my veins like rocket fuel. I had to admit, I was pumped. I mean, what would you do if you just found out your four best friends were alive, but two of them were about to be fucked over?

“Micah-“ A hand gripped my wrist, causing me to freak out once again.

“No!” I screeched, desperate to pull away. Fear clouded my vision as I was almost pushed into another panic attack. I saw a familiar pair of black gloves holding my right wrist. He tightened his grip, and I winced slightly.

“Hey, hey! It’s just me.” I scanned him up and down, closely examining every tiny detail on his pale face. I tucked a piece of his red hair behind his ear, my body immediately relaxing. I took a few deep breaths and he gave me a caring, yet puzzled look. I yanked my arm back down to my side, breaking free from his grip.

“Sorry… A lot’s happened these last six years. I-“

“Hey, it’s okay. We totally get it.” Party opened his mouth, but Ghoul placing his hands on Party’s shoulders and speaking for him quickly cut him off.

“But seriously, why did you stop me? We need to go, they’re waiting in there! They could be dead already!” I turned back towards the door.

“Micah, stop.” Party’s demanding voice stopped me in my tracks.

“How exactly do you plan to get back into their headquarters?”

Shit. How was I gonna do this?

“We’ll just break in, like last time. It’ll be fine.” My voice was filled with uncertainty.

“Right, because that plan worked out perfectly before.” Frank muttered. I shot him a deadly look. Not now.

“Ok, fine. I’d like to hear your brilliant plan, then.” The two boys looked at each other. Ghoul’s face lit up, while Party’s looked just as solemn as mine did hours before.

Ghoul dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle of hair dye. I took a step towards him and swatted at it, knocking it out of his hands. It hit the floor and bounced before coming to rest on the carpet. Party sighed.

“I told you she wasn’t gonna like it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m not making myself look like one of those brainwashed freaks.” I stuttered on the words, still in awe that they would offer up this absurd idea in the first place.

“Technically, we’re the freaks.” Party quietly added.

“Not helping!” I spoke indirectly at him, still in a stare down with Ghoul.

“Micah, trust me- I’m not happy with this either. I’ve gotta sacrifice my gorgeous red locks too. But we have to do this- for Kobra. For Jet.”

I felt more tears threatening to surface as I really thought about it.

“Gerard… Please don’t make me.” I so rarely used his real name, only in times when I was desperate to get what I wanted. I knew it always struck a chord in him, and he would usually cave in to my demands.

“Come on, Micah. Don’t start that.” Ghoul interrupted my moment and pushed me towards the bathroom. “Besides, the black dye is for Party. It looks much more natural on him, and a lot sexier.” He flashed a wink and Party rolled his eyes.

“I get to keep my hair?” I asked way too enthusiastically.

“No, you’re going back to brown. Like when we first met.”

I groaned so loud, I’m pretty sure the residents back in Battery City could hear me. Ghoul rolled his eyes and started to make his way towards the tiny one-person bathroom this bunker held. I sat on the ground, crossing my legs and huffing loudly in protest. Party flashed me an amused look.

“Fine, be that way.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, my black and blue locks scaling down his back. I thrashed about, swinging my legs around and pounding my arms into the backs of his legs. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

“You know, I’m starting to miss you guys being dead.”

“Oh come on, you know you love us.” Ghoul called from across the hall.

“Just put me down, I give in. Besides, if I’m upside down any longer I’m gonna be sick.” Party put me down and brought me in for a hug. I broke away urgently, still pissed about the whole situation.

“By the way, you’re gonna have to call me Gerard a lot more often now if this is going to work. So your whole ‘Please, Gerard’ begging charade isn’t gonna fly.”

“Nya nya nya.” I waved my hand in his face and chuckled. I sighed. Better get this over with.

Notes

Sup guys! Mwahh <3 I'm so close to being done with school, it's crazy I'll be a senior in like, a week. So, to celebrate- here's another update.

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