Dreaming.

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"Mikey, just tell me what happened! It isn't that hard!" Gerard says, looking at me impatiently. I sigh, "Nothing happened today! Nothing does! I already told you! Nothing interesting happens at school and nothing will!" I say to him, finally turning and walking off to my room, I hear him mumble, "Whatever." I go into my room, locking the door and leaving the lights off, dim, blue light coming from my window as the sun had finished setting. I take off my pants, shirt and jacket and get under the covers of my bed, facing away from the light. I stare at the other side of the room, seeing my posters and beaten-up bass in the corner. I stay awake for a few hours, drowning myself in random thoughts, then falling asleep at midnight.

"Michael! Get up!" My father shouts from the door, I groan, opening my eyes and looking around, seeing my father at the edge of my bed. "And apologize to Gerard before he leaves, you were very rude to him last night." He gives me a slight glare, then walking towards the door and shutting it forcefully. And apparently, 'being rude' means proving a point. Great. I trudge out of bed, picking out another pair of pants and a t-shirt, putting them on and picking up the same jacket I wore yesterday and sliding it on. I put on my socks and shoes, then my glasses. I walk out of my bedroom, and into the bathroom, where I put on my eyeliner, smudging it and then doing my hair. I then walked down the stairs, muttering a "Sorry." as Gerard walked past me, he ignored me and I shook my head, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing an iced coffee, and grabbing my bag off of a chair and saying a quiet, "Goodbye." as I walked out of the house. I never properly introduced myself, so, here. I'm 16 year old Mikey Way, I play bass and doesn't talk much, and that's it really. I walk to the bus stop, ignoring a kid named Frank, next to me. He's short, and kind of cute, but I'm just too nervous to talk to him. He's a 'dangerous' kid, everyone says, but I see more of a 'dick' kid. I realize I've been staring for too long and I quickly look away, biting my lip. I realize he saw me and he sent a small smile over to me. I look back and just keep my head down, the bus pulling up and Frank running on to get a seat in the back with his friends. I walk up the stairs, seeing an empty seat near the back and I sit there, the bus quickly shutting the door and speeding off. Everyone is talking, the nerds, the jocks, the "clowns" I call them, from all of the makeup on their faces, the rebels, the sophomore slumps, and the weirdos, too. I just feel left out. I feel something pinch my ear and I instinctively touch it to stop the pain. I hear snickering from behind me and I sigh, putting my hoodie on. They wait a few minutes before flicking me in the head. I turn back and speak to them, before realizing who it was. "Cut it out!" I saw that it was Frank, with his best friend Patrick. I instantly regret it, turning back to my seat and shutting my eyes, sighing. Fucking great. Just what I needed. Two more cute guys on my ass.
The bus stopped at the school, letting us out. I got out of my seat, shuffling out of the bus with a bunch of other high schoolers, walking into the school and to the lockers. I get to mine, with a few sticky notes on it. 'You're dead!' 'Faggot!' 'Look out, emo!' I chuckled, yeah, they hurt, but not as bad as the punches. I took them off and crumpled them up, stuffing them in my pocket and putting the combination in my locker, opening it and getting my things. I shut it, walking to my first class, Biology.
I got to the classroom, kids already flooding it. I walked in, going to my usual desk in the back of the room. Everyone was still talking as I took out my planner to write the homework on the board. I put it away and I wait for the teacher to arrive. He doesn't arrive for about 10 minutes, which is odd. A substitute comes in. Oh god... Gerard.

"Right, everyone take their seats." he says, walking to the desk and looking at the lesson plans. He then looks back up at us, seeing me and smiling. I sigh, putting my head down on my binder. He begins the lesson and I put my head back up slightly, avoiding eye contact.
"So, /Mikey/, mind if you read the next paragraph?" All eyes were on me. I fucking /knew/ he was going to do this, I glared at him, "Oh, no problem, brother dearest." I said in a sarcastic tone, then looking down at my textbook and reading. I was most likely bright red after I finished, Gerard smiling the whole time. "Right, good job Mikes, good to know you can still talk." The class snickered. "Good to know you can still make a good comeback." Gerard glared for a moment, before walking to my desk, and whispering to me. "I missed the day of my presentation to humiliate you, so could you please just shut up?" I glared at him, "If you humiliate one more time I'll make sure to melt /all/ of your action figures. Including the limited editions." His glare softened into a shocked expression, going back to the desk. "Alright then! Let's get back to the notes. Evelyn, read the next."
The class ended and I was the last one to leave. "Gerard, you're an asshole. Just accept it." I say, gathering my things. "Hey! I'm not the one threatening to burn limited edition action figures!" I roll my eyes. "Well I'm not the one humiliating his little brother and making things worse for him!" I say, Gerard staying silent. I grab my things, walking towards the door. "Look, I'm sorry." Gerard says, sighing. I smile, turning around. "Thank you, good to know you partially care." He smiles back. "Yeah, and I know about the notes you get on your locker." My smile fades, "Oh.." He nods, "I saw them while I was doing the laundry, and don't listen to them, they're just jealous." I roll my eyes, "Right." I then turn around and walk out of the classroom, quickly going to my locker and getting my stuff for Social Studies. I shut my locker and start walking, cautious of Frank being out and about. I don't see him anywhere, so I continue my way to Social Studies, but then I trip. I fall face down, leaving a thin crack on my glasses. I curse and fix them, looking up at a smirking Frank. "Told you to look out." he chuckled, kicking my stomach roughly. I doubled over, clutching my stomach as he continued to kick harder. "Just stop!" I coughed out, he just laughed as Patrick came across the corner. "Mind if you help?" Frank, said to him. "Uh, maybe you should stop. I-I mean we're in the middle of the hallway, you might get caught." Frank rolled his eyes and chuckled, "This school couldn't give two shits." I took advantage of this argument to quickly roll away from his foot, getting up and running to my next class. Yeah, I was fucking hurt, but to them, grades are more important than health. I walked in and all eyes were on me. "Sir, why are you late?" the teacher asked. "I got lost.." I lied. "Whatever, go to a seat." I walked to my regular seat and put my bag next to me, taking out my science textbook and turned to the page number that was written on the board.

I gathered my things and walked out of the class, teens flooding the hallways. I saw one of the populars approach me, I mean, I don't know a lot about them, but I'm sure that's Pete Wen- and.. he shoved me into a locker. No, not colliding with the locker, into the locker. Well, atleast he noticed me. It was dark and I heard the faint laughs of his friends. I didn't hear him, though.
I stayed in the locker until Gerard passed by, I practically screamed through the metal. "Get me out!" He stopped for a moment, walking towards the sound. "Mikey?" He asked, in front of the locker. "Yeah, mind getting me out?" There was a pause. "I guess I should go find some staff.. Well, have fun." I sighed, him walking away and going to the office.
I waited until next period for him to return. He never did. I heard some rustling outside of the locker and I grinned. The locker opened to reveal a unamused Pete. I jumped out once I got the chance, and he fell back. I looked down at him, feeling guilty as I saw him curse. I sighed, grabbing his hand and helping him up. He got up and let go of my hand in disgust, speaking louder than expected. "Gross, homo!" I heard laughs come from around me and I only put my head down and walked away from it, going to my locker and tearing away the notes that stick to it. I just threw them into my locker and shut it, going to the nearest bathroom.
I went into an unused stall, starting to cry. Why didn't I just ignore it? Why is it different? Why? I just don't know. Was it Pete? I mean, he wasn't different from the rest! I just continued to sob quietly.
"Uhm, you okay?" someone asked outside the stall. I sniffled, "Yeah, I-I'm fine." I heard them sigh. "Look, if this is about the Frank situation, I'm sorry." he said. "Patrick?" I asked, looking through the slight view through the side of the stall door. "Yeah.. I'm actually /really/ sorry about that." I sigh and shake my head. "If you're so sorry, why're you still friends with him?" I felt his smile through the painted wood. "Trust me, there's a good side to him. He just has a temper.. Now can you please open up?" I smiled lightly and went to open the door. He stood there with his fedora and glasses and he hugged me once I fully opened the door. I hesitated for a moment, what if this is a prank? I thought, but then hugging back, knowing that it wouldn't matter. "Are you happy now?" Patrick asked, his voice muffled by my chest. I chuckled, "Yeah, this isn't a prank, right?" I ask. He looks up at me and laughs lightly. "No, no, this is my true kindness." I sigh, relieved. "Then yeah, I am happy."