Waysexual

2. Sadness

The perks of going to a private school is that you go to a big, fancy school. And in a big, fancy school there are a lot of supply closets and rooms unused because this school doesn't actually need the big, fancy building. It has a lot of empty rooms because there actually aren't as many students as they make it seem. Because the school was rich as fuck and wanted to make a show of their money by building an unnecessarily big, fancy ass school, as I've disclosed in the sentence before.

Gerard Way liked the big school because he could fuck whoever he wanted in the empty supply closets and classrooms. It made for good role play when he felt like getting freaky.

He also liked that he could hide out there whenever he felt like skipping class. He did that sometimes when he felt sad and didn't want to deal with freshmen who wanted into his pants or slutty seniors, but he had much room talk when it came go being a hoe.

Gerard didn't feel sad often, but when he did he felt like there were boulders on his back, weighing him down. No one except Mikey and his mother knew about his depression. Gerard had to take medicine in the morning, everyday. Some days, he wasn't at home because he'd fallen asleep at someone else's house, in someone else's bed because Gerard partied a lot. He didn't carry the medicine around with him, fear of others finding out.

"Keep it together," he told himself, running his fingers through his messy hair. He felt himself begin to choke up. He wanted his brother. He wanted to be hugged and told it was okay. He felt helpless. But he knew Mikey was in class. Gerard didn't like to disturb Mikey. He felt like he burdened his brother with his problems.

Finally, Gerard decided to send Mikey a text about meeting him at the basketball court, that literally no one used. He didn't text back until after the bell had rang.

"You okay, Gee?" Mikey asked, concerned about his older brother. He knew Gerard dealt with some things. They were mostly in his head, but Mikey knew Gerard was sad and that all he needed was a hug and some professional help.

"No... I'm not o-fucking-kay, Mikey..." Gerard felt like an ass for saying that, but he didn't know what else to say. He didn't handle any emotions well. He could only get out his emotions through his art, not his words.

"I know... You wanna ditch the rest of today? I could probably see the nurse..." Mikey offered, trying to help his brother. Gerard shrugged, not really knowing how he wanted to leave. He really only wanted to sit and draw, while listening to Mikey play bass. "Let's go. You can stay in that closet... I mean..."

"Let's just... the principal owes me a favor. I blew him last week... So, let's go see him," Gerard sighed. Mikey nodded, but cocked an eyebrow. Mikey had never heard about the principal and Gerard, and they made a mental list of the people they'd fuck, just to make sure they didn't have sex with the same person.

"You fucked Dr. James?"

"His wife hadn't had sex with him for a while. And I didn't fuck him. I blew him. He's too old to fuck... Besides, I'd have to bottom. It'd be gross..."

"Thought he didn't like guys."

"No one can resist the Way brothers," Gerard shrugged. Mikey nodded, knowing that it was very true. There was evidence of that theory since Mikey was in eighth grade and no one had rejected him or Gerard.

Mikey lost his virginity in eighth grade, at a party that Gerard dragged him to. It was to some freshman girl, who had lost her virginity that night as well. After that night, Mikey didn't come across anyone who did say no.

Gerard was the same way. Only he lost his virginity in the back of a truck, at a lake. The Way family was on vacation at a lake that no one cared to remember the name of. But Gerard had met a guy who he really, really liked. Gerard was fucking awkward, being only thirteen and a little chubby, but Bob didn't seem to care because the entire trip, which was a week long, Gerard got laid.

"We need to see Dr. James."

"Of course, Gerard and Mikey," the receptionist beamed at the boys. She was just a little too old for the boys' taste, but Gerard knew that he'd get around to her eventually. The two were let into the office immediately. Dr. James was at his desk, typing on his computer.

"Hi boys!" Dr. James beamed. Gerard internally groaned, wondering if Dr. James would expect another blow job or something gross like a threesome.

"Hey Dr. James," Mikey awkwardly smiled.

"We need a favor..." Gerard cut straight to the point.

"What is it?"

"Mikey and I... Well, we have a family problem... but it's not like... um... school skipping worthy, but our mom is kind of upset and we need to talk to her..." Gerard wasn't good at lying on the spot. He was used to lying about where he'd been, what he'd been doing rather than an excuse to skip school.

"Yeah. Of course. Let me write you a slip," Dr. James said, writing their slip. Mikey took it and began to leave. "Gerard, do you think... um... we could talk again later..." By talk, he meant sexual acts and Gerard really didn't want to suck an old guy's dick again.

"I'll see if I have time tomorrow... I'm busy with a few tests coming up," he smiled, a little too eager to leave.

"Alright then," Dr. James waved, clearly not noticing the awkward glance the brothers gave each other. The two brothers left, showing the note to the attendence office before leaving.

As soon as the boys got to Gerard's car, Gerard broke down in tears. He hardly closed the passenger door.

"Gee, it's okay... It's okay..." Mikey patted his shoulder, caught off guard. Gerard nodded, sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve. He didn't like crying in front of anyone. Not even his brother.

"Can.. Can we go home? I wanna draw..."

"I'll play when I get home," Mikey promised, patting his brother's shoulder. Mikey drove home, even though he didn't have a license. He knew Gerard was in no condition to drive.

When they arrived home, their mother was gone. They knew she was out shopping. Today was Thursday, her shopping day. She went grocery shopping and shopping for anything else today. It was one of the only days she left the house. The other day was Tuesday and that was only because she had yoga class.

"I'll get your book and my bass. Sit," Mikey pointed to the stool at the counter. Gerard nodded and did as he was told. Mikey went to Gerard's room, grabbing his drawing pencils and his large sketch book. Mikey flipped to one of the last pages. It was a sketch of himself.

Mikey had wanted Gerard to draw him, hoping to boost Gerard's self esteem. Mikey knew Gerard was a great artist, but his older brother was very bashful and shy over his work. Mikey knew he was the only person Gerard ever showed the drawings.

Mikey's favorite drawing was one of a rabbit. Gerard had only shaded it, but Mikey thought it was beautiful. He knew his brother was talented. He wanted Gerard to go to art school and work as a designer for video games or movies or something that involved art.

He grabbed his bass from his room and his amplifier. Then, he met Gerard in the kitchen, who was staring at the sink, looking like he was lost.

"Here," Mikey handed Gerard his things, snapping him back to reality. Gerard took the sketch book and flipped to the sketch of his brother. Mikey took his position on the stool away from Gerard, so he could see him without being too close. He turned on his amp and plugged in the bass, just fiddling with the strings and strumming occasionally.

Gerard began to draw the features of his brother's face, feeling everything melt away as he started to sketch his brother. Mikey smiled to himself as he noticed his brother drift to his happy place.