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

Three

"I like it" Gerard smiled as I began the 'sick solo' as Ray had described above the tabs on the sheet of paper; I only smiled back and focused on them so I wouldn't mess up. I hated messing up, especially new songs though I knew it was normal to do so. I would be stupid if I got it wrong because I had learned to play this instrument within a day to be in the band and that it would be beyond disappointing if I didn't learn a song that fast; the tabs weren't even hard so I had no excuse except for the fact I sucked.
"The water is all gone now" Frank announced coming into the room making me stop and look at him.
"Did the ghost help or did you contribute like a nice shithead?" I asked laying my bass across my lap; he took a seat on my left(Gerard's right) and took my brother's guitar from him, beginning to play something I wasn't familiar with so I assumed it was from today's morning session that I clearly didn't care about seeing as I slept through it like a careless bassist.
"Yes mom" he rolled his eyes and giggled making me try not to smile at him and looked back down at the tabs; fingers were placed on my head and massaged it so I looked up and was met with our curly haired friend making me smile and grab his wrists to sit him across Frank.

"Hey Ray-gun" Gerard said patting his knee.
"That's gay" I said covering my mouth with my hands to make it echo.
"Like you?" Frank questioned with a smirk playing on his lips; my own lips curled and I slid the pick up and down between the E and A strings of my bass.
"I was thinking as gay as you but then I realized you're just a plain ol homo"
"I am not! I'm proposing to Jamia when she comes here" he quickly defended.
"Defensive now are we Frankie?" Gerard joined in making him groan.
"You sick your tongue down my throat so I wouldn't be talking" he said, pointing a finger at my brother making him bite it.
"You dry hump and grab my nuts. A kiss is nothing compared to you basically undressing and fucking me with your eyes" he shot back making Frank silence himself and I giggled.
"Twenty two towels are now in the laundry hamper to be dried thanks to Frank" Bob said coming in and sitting between Frank and Gerard making me silently snicker they were separated.
"No don't blame Frank, blame the ghost, right dumbass?" Ray stated sarcastically making the youngest out of all of us nod quickly.
"Yeah, ghosty is pretty mad" he said handing Gerard the guitar and bringing his knees up to his chest.
"Her name is Daisy and of course she's upset. She was in her twenties when she died so of course she'd envy people who get to live longer than her" I told Frankie making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Wait really?" I nodded.
"Mikes, go get your laptop and read your essay to them. They never wanted me to read it but you're clearly more educated on this so you teach them" my brother said; I nodded and got up, setting my bass down on the rack and ran to my room to find my laptop.

I ran back downstairs and opened the documents up, beginning to look for my high school assignment and once it loaded, I adjusted my glasses and screen, clearing my throat so I was clear and looked between them.
"Ready?" They all nodded and I crossed my legs and scrolled through for the interesting parts.
"Okay so, built in 1923 for a silent movie director Antonio Moreno and his wife Daisy, and no it's not Daisy from The Great Gatsby" I cut Frank off before looking back at my screen.
"The Paramour, was called the Canfield estate, Daisy's last name is Canfield by the way" I told them.
"And was known for their huge parties during the twenties. Tea parties, balls, pool parties, the party you saw in The Great Gatsby, all of that fun stuff. So one night in February of 1933, Daisy went out with a friend and on the way back, the car crashed on this property and she died. Her friend survived somehow and said she wanted the headlights to be brighter so she could see or something but when they found the car, the headlights weren't even turned on. Then, Antonio moved out a few years after his wife's death and this place was turned into a school for girls in the seventies but the nuns sold it again in eight-seven. Then, in ninety-eight, Dana Hollister bought it and turned it into a recording studio"

I looked up at them and examined their faces; Gerard was(like always) amused, Ray was extremely interested, Bob was trying to process everything and Frank looked terrified making me giggle.
"And since she died here, she's probably still roaming the place to look for her husband so" I shut my laptop down and set it in the middle of the circle.
"Why the fuck are we in a ghost's house?! I told you she was gonna attack us! She's gonna kill us!" Frank screamed making the four of us burst into a fit of laughter.
"Frankie I'm kidding, there's no such thing as ghosts. She's dead and isn't coming back anytime soon. Do you want a coffee to calm yourself down?" I giggled getting up and bringing my laptop with me.
"Yes please. Maybe I can pour it on the ghost and reveal her" I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, set my laptop down and grabbed a big cup of water to put in the coffee machine; I knew everyone else wanted a coffee so I didn't even bother asking them and took down five mugs, set them on the counter and put the sugar in them except my brother's mug when I felt someone blowing on my neck making me giggle.

"Very funny Frank. Just because I told you a ghost story does me-" I turned around to face him but no one was there making me shake my head.
"Prick" I mumbled rubbing my eyes and turning back to the coffees. I heard footsteps and I knew he was running back down the hall to the front of the house and into the studio since he knew I had caught him which made me giggle; I was convinced he was a child trapped in a short adult's body but we all loved him nonetheless. Even when he fills up bathtubs and blows on our necks.

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Happy March 22nd, don't get too emo today.
Totally didn't plan on updating on this day but I haven't in three days so I decided to start writing and see where it landed me which ended up to be this chapter.
So, I in fact did write a paper on the Paramour for history last year and decided to give you a small backstory on it because in my opinion, it's extremely interesting and wanted to share so, I decided to do it in the beginning of the book before odd stuff begins happening to them because I feel like it's kind of an interesting intro to their experience and gives it a "creepier" vibe.

I'm not sure what else to say, these authors notes won't happen often but I just wanna say I hope you liked this chapter and if you have any ideas, dm me!