Different Dimensions

Okay, after a week of my parent's death, I clearly told Mikey about the black creepy cloth covered thingy down in the basement and guess what now? We're now checking it out. And I am having double thoughts about this.

"Mikey, I don't think this is a good idea. I just told you about this shit and--" I said as he cut me off.

"Oh, shh now. You've told me about it because you're scared to check it out yourself." He smiled at me evilly, going nearer and nearer to the cloth as he yanked it away and ta-fucking-daa.

There's a big ass machine with only one button-- and it says immaginare. What does immaginare even mean in the first place? I think it's like.. French? Italian? Spanish? I never knew a second language. I don't care if my parents know how to goddamn speak like Google Translate. I never studied any second language.

"We need to go, Mikey." I said sternly at him. "Speaking as your big brother."

"Stop losing your shit, Gerard. I know what immaginare means. I've learned a couple of Italian words on Duolingo like.. 3 months ago." He replied as he tried to push the button but I held his hand.

"I said." I hissed now. "We need to go."

Mikey looked at me with a hint of fear in his eyes. He knew I've never been this serious. I also knew I've never been this serious either. He just sighed in defeat as we both went up. It's kind of relieving to know Mikey still knows how to listen to me. It's also kind of saddening that he knows so much better than me; just as he said. He learned from Duolingo or some fucking shit I just heard him say back then.

"What was mom and dad going to do in London anyways?" Mikey asked.

Truth is, I really didn't know as much as disappointing as it sounds. I never had an idea on how they became this rich. I don't even know what were their events. I just dress up in a tuxedo and meet these "first class" people and try to copy the living shit out of my parents so I won't embarrass their rich asses out. We were clueless. We still are, and we will always be. I mean, there was this time where both of us, me and Mikey, didn't even know our parents are going to Norway until they've come back. There's also this time where my mother left for days and none of us ever noticed because we thought she's in some country without dad.

"Do you think I know?" I looked at Mikey with an expressionless face.

"You are supposed to know." Mikey said.

"How am I supposed to, Michael James Way?" I replied back.

It took a long time before he opened his lips again. Maybe he zoned out too like I always do, maybe he thought of something, maybe he realized something, I don't know. Surely he is my brother, but I'm not a telepathic fuck.

"I'll leave you and your thoughts. I'll be back in the basement." I smiled at Mikey as I went down again, flicking the lights open.

"To imagine." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

"Pardon my deaf ass?" I asked.

"Immaginare means to imagine." Mikey said straightly.

To imagine.. what does the button do then?

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