I stared at the gigantic house in front of me and double checked the adress. Yep, this was the house alright. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked up to the white front door and knocked before I could change my mind.
A very red eyed Mikey answered the door. If I didn't know better, I'd think he'd be crying. But I did know better, so he must've been high. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself.
"What do you want, faggot?" He sounded more playful than mean.
"I'm here for Gerard."
"Why anyone would want to be friends with his gay ass I'll never know. He just left and shouldn't be back for a while. You can hang out with me. "
I didn't get a chance to agrue do to the fact he'd already started heading up the stairs. I walked behind him, making sure to close the door. Once we were in his bedroom he closed the door and pinted to the instraments laying against one of the walls.
"You play guitar, right?"
"Yea, and you play bass, right?" I tried not to sound suprised that he knew I played.
He nodded. "Ever heard of the Misfits?"
"I only know every song."
It turned out Gerard never showed up, so Mikey and I spent the night doing covers of different Misfit songs. I think my favorite we did was Helena. I was suprised at how well he did play and how much emotion he played with.
I didn't go home till about one.
"Come by tomorrow, maybe you can play in my band." Mikey said in place of a good bye.
"Will do. Later." I have to say, Mikey wasn't a bad guy.

Notes

I'm terribly sorry about it taking me so long. If you would like, you can message me or leave comments about what you want to see happen in the story. Thank you, and goodnight.
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