Smile Like You Mean It

This song kind of inspired me to write this fanfic, so I thought I'd write it out before the actual story. If you read it, you may just realize how much this is like Ghost.

Save some face, you know you've only got one.

Change your ways while your young.

Boy, one day you'll be a man, oh girl, he'll help you understand.

Smile like you mean it. Smile like you mean it.

Looking back at sunsets on the east side

We lost track of the time.

Dreams aren't what they used to be. Something sat by so easily.

Smile like you mean it. Smile like you mean it.

And someone is calling my name, from the back of the restaurant.

And someone is playing a game, in the house that I grew up in.

And someone will drive her around, down the same streets that I did.

On the same streets that I did.

Smile like you mean it. Smile like you mean it. Smile like you mean it.

Smile like you mean it. Oh no. Oh no.

The Killers

Steve was in the front seat screaming at the car. He was telling it that if it didn't start he would junk it, even though he never would. Not until it broke down into pieces would he imagine doing something like that. But, he yelled at it all the same.

Ghost sat in the passenger's seat, looking out at the trees. Steve's shouting was inaudible to Ghost. He had known him for years, and it would never change. The wind blew softly, just barely pushing through the trees. Today would not be a good one, nor would tomorrow.

They were going after Ann. She had left to follow Zillah, only a short time ago.

At last the car started and Steve drove away. Ghost sat back and sighed, so silently that he could barely hear it. Soon he began singing very quietly to himself. It was like an escape, an escape from the fear.

"Dreams aren't what they used to be." Ghost sang peacefully.

"Do you think we'll find her?" Steve questioned as the trees zoomed by and New Orleans drew closer and closer.

"I'm sure."

"You can find her right? You always can. I know you will. You'll find her for me, right?"

Ghost thought of the words to the song he'd begun to sing. The song was called 'Smile like you mean it' and for some reason, it always sent chills up and down his spine. Instead of hearing Steve's words he heard the song.

"Someone is calling my name, from the back of the restaurant.

And someone is playing a game, in the house that I grew up in.

And someone will drive her around, down the same streets that I did.

Smile like you mean it."

"We'll save her, right Ghost?"

Ghost thought of the song, looked out the window and remembered his dream. The dream he'd had while in the car late at night with Steve and Ann. He'd been in the front seat as always, as they had sex in the back seat. Even despite all the noise coming from behind him, he'd fallen asleep, and in this dream, he'd seen Ann die. She died in New Orleans, even though they had tried to help her.

"Ghost?" Steve looked over at him fearfully.

Ghost turned to him slowly with a smile on his face. His dreams had never been wrong.

"Of course we will. She'll be ok." Ghost smiled his same sweet smile, knowing it was a lie. But he made sure to smile like he meant it.