The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys
The Way You Left Me Is Alright, It's Alright
Fun Ghoul called me Gee yesterday. As much as I tried, I couldn't forget it. He was so hopeful, so desperate. I sipped my coffee, silently, but it was eating away at me. What was "Gee" and why did the name seem so familiar? Was it even an name? Was it an abbreviation? A nickname? Why couldn't I remember?! I pushed the thoughts from my head, scrubbing the kitchen floor spotless. I ignored him as much as I could, but even then, sometimes it failed.
"Gerard." Fun Ghoul's voice spoke behind me, his breath hitting the back of my neck. I shivered, biting my lip.
"No - I don't - I'm not - I'm Party Poison." I mumbled.
"No. They drugged you, don't you remember? I'm Frank Iero." Fun Ghoul said, sadness and frustration lacing his words. He sounded so broken yet hopeful, I hated it. Why couldn't I just remember?!
"No..." I whispered. I wanted him to stop. I hated his hope. I wasn't Gerard or Gee or whatever.
"Purple looks so good on you, Posion" Ghoul's voice instantly changed to a purr as he switched gears, his hand resting on my thigh making my heart speed up. Or maybe it was the way I could feel his strong chest pressed against my back.
"I-I, uh, thank you." I mumbled, my cheeks turning bright red. Ghoul's hand was slowly rubbing circles only skin and I couldn't even tell him to knock it off. He kissed my neck and I whimpered against my will. He smirked, pushing away.
"See you later, Posion." Ghoul winked, waving.
Oh no...
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