The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys

"Gee?" I heard a voice behind me gasp. I dropped the towels I was folding as I spun around. That was a name I hadn't heard in in a while.
"H-how-?" I asked softly, my cheeks slightly red. My mask was abandoned a few feet away from me on the floor. It was hot down here, I couldn't myself. I know I shouldn't have but no one ever comes down here. As long as no one saw me, I'd be okay, I reasoned. Well, apparently not. Someone saw me.
"You-you don't recognize me?" He asked in a hushed whisper. I shook my head. Most things from my past were becoming hazy.
"Ghoul - your mask." I told him in a a hushed whisper. He merely shrugged.
You're not - you aren't Gerard Way?" I shook my head, the name ringing a slight bell in my head.
"No.I-I'm party Poison." I told him, placing my mask back over my face.
He smiled gently. "I know." He whispered, turning on his heel.
"I-I hope you find him!" I chocked out after him. He stopped walking, tuning back towards me but not moving any closer. His long hair was in his face and tears were rolling down his face in silent waves.
"Me too." He murmured, turning away again. Today I broke two of the most important laws and I was already feeling guilty. Would Ghoul tell? I knew he did it too but still. I sighed, glancing at the clock and picking up the laundry.
April 14th Laundry: 3:46-4:14.
Performance: 4:15-5:20
Time for my show and I didn't even finish the laundry.
I laced up my mid-calf boots and ran a hand through my hair, feeling it's softness.
Shower: 5:23-547
My old self never showered. It was a change for the better, I guess. All the guilt and confusion of earlier run out and was no replaced with energy and adrenaline.
"Poison! Poison!" Was being cheered at the tops of people lungs and lighters were being waved around. I stood up straighter and smiled. I was ready.
After the show I was exhausted - completely warn out. Apparently strutting around stage looking pretty was, in fact, hard work. I wanted to lay down and sleep the rest of the week away but I knew I had a job. I helped make dinner for Ghoul, Kobra Kid and Jet Star after my shower. We kept out masks on and out hoods up. We didn't speak to each other and eye contact was directed to the plates in front of us.
So when Fun Ghoul rested a hand on my knee it was a natural reaction of mine to gasp. I couldn't tell his reaction and I hated it. I quickly finished eating and pushed his hand away as I stood. Jet Star and Kobra Kid were on fishes tonight so I finally was able to go to bed. My heart was racing as I laid down in my boxers under the covers. What the fuck was Fun Ghoul trying do to me? Who.did he think I was? I sighed, removing my mask and rolling over.
Only I couldn't sleep. My mind wondered to thoughts about Fun Ghoul. His masked and covered body pressed to mine, pressing me into this very bed. Him lifting his mask slightly to press kisses to my jaw and neck, sucking harshly every few seconds to draw a moan out from my lips. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I willed my inner to go away. Jacking off was sticky forbidden so iI'd never done it before. I bet people like Fun Ghoul did things like this all the time.

Notes

I should be doing homework but I'd rather listen to My Chemical Romance and write fan fiction <3