The Ghost of You

You would've thought it was easy sleeping next to Mikey, but it wasn't. He likes to have what I call, "Puppy Dreams". He'll make little whimpering noises and jerk his legs back and forth, as if he's running. I swear I even heard him bark a little when I tried to pet his hair. I pulled my hand back in surprise, and used it to cover my mouth as he rolled over. He looked adorable. His usually straight hair was a mess, and his glasses were at the end of his nose. I inched over to the where the wall and bed met, and a semi-conscious Mikey grabbed my arm and pulled it to his torso. He then wrapped...

Here you go Lilly:

I pulled out of the hug, and realized to my embarrassment that there was a tear running down my cheek. I felt my brothers' eyes boring into my back as I murmured the words, "I am so sorry..." and rushed up the stairs, slamming the basement door behind me. I entered my room and threw myself on the bed, stuffing my head into the down-y comfort that was my pillow.

She is NOT her.
She looks just like her...
She isn't coming back.
Look at her eyes Mikey. Their hazel. Just like hers. 
Oh great, now I'm schizo. And shut the hell up, why do I care?
I speak the truth, now don't I? You think...

An untitled story I came up with for my dear, strange friend.

Mostly based on Mikey, and his becoming delusional and depressed after Alicia leaves. I'm not really going to go into detail, I'm not to good at this, and I doubt anybody will read this exept said friend. Plus, I just needed somewhere to post this...

Here we go!
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"Are you sure this is the house?" I asked my mom, who obviously had no idea where she was going. 
"Well, this is the address Frank gave me!" She waved a piece of paper in the air. Frank was mom's boyfriend. I've seen him a couple of times...