|| All of the smiles that are ever going to haunt me || Mikey Way [Prologue]

Okay; first of all. HOLY SHIT; I got a great response on my last Frank story!! I'm so close to making it on the highest rated, so please vote for me!! Also; congratulations to death-dyinginhighsociety for making it onto the HR! <333 Your Frank story defintely deserved to be there. <3

My new story; got the idea this morning, let me know what you think.


I stood in the large auditorium/gym, adjusting my black pinstriped suit top, a glass of champagne in my left hand. 10 years. It was 10 years since I graduated from this school. 10 years since I had seen all of these people. 10 years...since I had seen Mikey.

"Tory!" A voice cried, excitedly.

Oh yeah; maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Victoria Jo Steele. Though I guarantee no one at this school knows that my full name is Victoria; since through my entire school years everyone; including teachers, had called me Tory.

"Hello," I greeted the woman.
I didn't recognize her at all, hell..I didn't recognize anyone here. After I graduated, my mind blocked every person at this school out of my head...except for Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

I sighed, "Unfortunately...no. I'm sorry."

"Oh don't worry about it! I'm Patricia Skyehart, we were in chemistry together our senior year. I remember because we were lab partners the day that Charlie mixed the wrong chemicals and practically exploded the entire room!"

I stared blankely, not remembering, "Ohh, yeah. I remember now, good to see you."

I'm such a liar.

I think I chatted with Patricia for about 10 minutes before I saw him, he walked in...looking no different than he did 10 years ago. Mikey Way, bassist in the band My Chemical Romance, and my highschool sweeheart.

He still wore glasses, which I thought was cute, but even more cute when he pushed them up the bridge of his nose. He wore a t-shirt and faded jeans with rips in the knees, a pair of black sneakers poking outo f the tight pants. He was greeted by many people, all congratulating him on his success with the band; telling him they knew he would make it big. He just nodded and smiled, thanking them and pushing his glasses back up his nose when they slumped down a bit every now and then. Patricia seemed to sense that I wasn't listening anymore, because she dissmissed herself from the little "pow wow" we had and went to gather with the rest of the people, all congratulating Mikey.

I tapped my heel nervously, wondering if anyone could see my knees shaking beneath the pinstriped pants. I put my champagne glass down on the table next to me, and leaned against it. My stomache did flipflops as I stared at him, I felt like such a little schoolgirl, but I didn't care. I was once in love with this boy, and I still was.

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