If You Think That I'm Wrong(Mikey Way)

Two

The rest of the day was spent touring the house, searching for service and eating; I couldn't take my eyes off the painting of the angel over the fireplace every time I was in the living room so to avoid being distracted, I tried to stay away from there. Brian left at around five, he was staying with our lawyer Stacey who had a house in downtown Los Angeles which was about twenty minutes away from us if something happened and he needed to come asap; he was twenty minutes away from insanity. Gerard thinks I'm being a wee bit overdramatic but Frank was enjoying my scared state, he's been having fun messing with me since the minute we stepped foot in here; moving my basses around, flickering the lights, he even went as far as filling up Bob's bathtub and said it was a ghost which I did not appreciate since I hate ghosts and everything paranormal.

I spent the last hour in the dark in the kitchen rereading my tenth grade paper on the Mansion on my laptop(Gerard wanted me to send it to him so I saved it from my high school USB drive and sent it to his email) and searching for new stuff about it on the internet with the shitty service by the French doors; the kitchen lead to the backyard which had a pool, I'm terrified of large bodies of water so this was not helping. When I was little, I thought sharks lived in pools and that only made swimming in our backyard home in Jersey ten times worse. This pool was different though, it was creepier too. There were light poles that shun around the area and the footprints from when Frank decided to skinny dip a few hours ago were still there and I wanted to grab a bucket full of water and splash them so it would just be a puddle of water instead of feet. It didn't help that much like the front of the house, the backyard had statues that Frank being Frank, said are only there to keep the souls trapped in; yes I don't believe it(I'm twenty five, I'm not a kid anymore to believe that junk) but they're still terrifying and I should be sleeping but Gerard wouldn't allow me to take any sleeping pills so I was here in the dark, without glasses, reading about the haunted mansion I was staying in while the rest of the band were all peacefully sleeping in their unhaunted rooms.

When I woke up, my neck was cramping and drool was on my keyboard making me scrunch my face up but the scent of coffee made me snap my head in the direction it was coming from which was my brother by the coffee machine fanning the caffeine towards me making me roll my eyes and rub them.
"Good morning, Princess Peach" he chirped handing me a hot mug making me smile.
"Stop calling me a princess you weirdo"
"Oh I'm sorry, sleeping beauty" he smirked. 
"Fuck off"
"Princess Belle, that is not nice" he stated placing a hand over his heart in a hurtful manner making me giggle.
"You're a pain in the ass" I said cleaning my laptop keyboard and shutting it down.
"I know, but you still love me"
"A little too much" I reminded making him smile and remove his mug from the spout of the machine and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter off the counter.
"Join me?" He asked waving the pack around.
"Yes please" I took the pack and my coffee and walked to the backyard because it was much more friendly looking during the day and I knew I could talk about anything with my brother to get my mind off the beige statues.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked sitting on one of the patio chairs; he took a seat at the one across from me, facing the pool(I was facing the house because I'd prefer seeing a ghost at the window than a ghost coming out of the water) and placed a cigarette between his lips to light it and handed it to me before doing the same for one for himself, taking a long drag like miss dramatic before answering.
"Pretty good" he finally said; I ran a hand through my boring brown hair and scratched my head before kicking my feet up on the empty seat and nodded.
"You?" He asked.
"Oh, I-I fell asleep in the kitchen"
"I thought you just woke up early" he said furrowing his eyebrows; I shook my head and took a drag, watching the smoke leave my mouth and into the air before answering.
"I couldn't sleep so I came downstairs since the service is decent by the doors. I think I finally crashed at like five" I told him honestly.
"Damn" he scratched his head and rested it against the back of the chair for a second before lifting it back up and flicking his cigarette.
"I really should've given you sleeping pills, the beds are so fucking comfy, Mikes I felt like I was home"
"It's good you slept well" I said beginning to lose my temper; I always got moody when I was lacking sleep.
"Hey, chill I was jus-did wittle Mikey not get his sleepy sleepy because he missed his boyfriend" he smirked.
"Oh come on Pete is the last thing on my mind, besides, I already told you I used him to get closer to Alicia" he rolled his eyes and looked around the backyard.
"Still a dick move" he muttered putting his smoke out and getting up, going towards the pool.

"Ghost say blah!" Frank screamed running outside and pushing Gerard in before he had the chance to move; I quickly got up and put my cigarette out before walking behind Frank and kicked him in, right over Gerard who was rising above water and ran inside and locked them out so they wouldn't push me in.
"You dick!" My brother yelled hopping out of the pool.
"I know you like my dick, what's your point?" frank smirked making my brother roll his eyes and walk towards the door so I backed up.
"Mikey open" he said jiggling the doorknob making me snicker.
"Mikey I'm seriously I'm soaking wet and want to change"
"This is payback for saying I miss Pete" I stated crossing my arms.
"I knew you missed him" Ray said coming up from behind making me jump.
"What the fuck dude" he chuckled and unlocked the door for Gerard and Frank.
"You're a prick" Frank stated throwing his drenched shirt at me.
"You're the one that pushed my brother"
"You locked us out" Gerard said taking his pants off; it was a normal occurrence so I wasn't phased by it.
"Do you think I want an angry ghost chick coming after me for mocking her?! No! You guys can deal with her" I defended myself making Frank giggle.
"In your paper it says the blue room was her room so if anything you're gonna be haunted the most" Frank smirked making me groan.
"You're all dicks"
"We all have dicks, yes" he corrected making me flip him off.
"You piss me off y'know" I told him.
"Looks like someone's not adjusting to the mansion nicely" he muttered drinking from Gerard's mug.
"Yes I am"
"Just haven't had your morning cocktail?" He snickered.
"I don't need medication thank you very much I need sleep and that's where I'm going right now. To sleep in my room" I said taking my laptop, beginning to walk down the hall towards the stairs.
"It's eight am" Ray called out.
"So? It's still day time and I'm cranky so I'm going to sleep" I began walking up the stairs, trying to block out their comments and slammed my door shut once I got to my room.

Maybe all I needed was a power nap; they work. I used to take them in the van to hide from setting up gear since I spent many nights holding Gerard's long, greasy hair up and away from his face as he vomited into a bucket from being so intoxicated or staying up listening to music because I'd get car sick and didn't want to die with a mouth full of vomit. Maybe a little nap was all I needed to return to my former glory. It was early anyway, Bob is still asleep too; even if I slept until ten it wouldn't make a difference. Gerard is still having trouble writing some songs and Ray is convinced to write polka so it's not like I'd miss anything important; I'm just the bass player after all. Ray knows how to play bass anyway, I'm replaceable if I just happened to sleep in or something so, I set my laptop on the vanity and crawled into bed, pulled the covers over me and inhaled the scent of my fiancé's shampoo that was buried in the pillows I brought despite the fact they were my pillows. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the squeaking lightbulb or imaginary scratching sound on the window in broad daylight; it was all in my too-tired-to-function head anyway.