Gay Band OneShots

Holy Trinity

I'm so sorry guys.

I watched in amusement as people mingled and thought they ruled the world. Oh how wrong they are.

One boy stood out though, the boy I was suppose to capture. A young Mormon boy with shaggy brown hair and a wide mouth. It was obvious that he though low of himself, that will change once he sees his place in society.

I was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to catch my gaze. Eventually, his eyes wondered over to me and I flashed something that will have him coming for more.

A Billie Joe Armstrong Poster.

He quietly slipped away from the party and shyly stood next to me.

"C'mon kid, I have other kids to corrupt." I said while pulling him outside by his shirt collar.

He pulled away and looked at me like I was a freak.

"Where are we going?"

I sighed impatiently and took a seat on the wet cement, knowing this would take awhile.

"I'm taking you to the King of Emo. There is another society, and you play a big part. It's called the Emo Trinity. Pete is the father, you are the son and Gee is the Holy Ghost. Trust me, he's as pale as a ghost too."

Brendon just blinked before letting a musical laugh fill the air.

"Oh god, is that my you have eyeliner all over your face? This has to be a senior prank."

I didn't laugh.

"Actually, this is real. I'm Ryan Ross, your new adviser."

He went to introduce himself but I was already standing and waving my hand in a dismissal manner.

"I know your name. Now c'mon Pete is waiting. The pizza will get cold too."

He grumbled but followed me to the secret closet in the woods. I stepped in and he gave me another funny look.

"Brendon you're gay, everyone is gay now get in the damn closet before people see." I hissed, getting my way.

We entered the land of Emo, where black with pops of bright colors were normal. Where eyeliner was a drug and beanies adorned every head. Green Day and The Misfits blared through every speaker and weird was cool. This was paradise.

"Whoa..."

"Let's go see Pete!" I announced. Dragging the poor boy behind me until we reached a castle made of comic books and converse. We were rushed to the dining room, where Pete sat, devoring half a pizza.

"Damn Peter, save some for me." I exclaimed, stealing a piece.

"This must be Brendon. I'm Pete Fucking Wentz. King of Emo and Pizza. I will recreate you to fit in! Oh and that's Gerard."

Brendon looked over at the greasy haired boy who's head was stuck in a comic book. He gave Brendon a hiss before chugging some coffee."

Brendon backed up in horror before-

Brendon shot out of bed with sweat pouring down his face. What the fuck was Emo?

He heard footsteps and expected his mother, but the door opened to reveal Ryan Ross.

"Oh good you're up. You fainted wh-"

Brendon fainted again.

Me and my friend rainbowdash145 came up with this on the bus this morning.

THIS IS A CRACK FIC. DONT HOLD IT AGAINST MEH