It Ain't The Speakers |-/ JOSHLER

12.1: wøn't yøu gø tø sømeøne else's dreams?

👑 GERARD'S PØV 👑

It was one minute till the bell rang and no one was really paying attention to Mr Wentz. Everyone was just staring at the clock on the classroom wall, counting down the seconds till our lunch break.

I wasn't looking forward to it, though. I'd rather be drawing here in art class than going for lunch, probably alone, or being an awkward third wheel by sitting with Alex and Jack. Which was not too bad I guess, since being around people seems to lower chances of being targeted.

Art was also the only subject I could actually pass with colours flying.

But most of all, I guess I didn't like breaks because it reminded me of my best friends I used to have lunch with.

My best friends who barely even talk to me anymore.

There went the bell. We thanked Mr Wentz and people streamed out of the classroom doors. I dumped my sketchbook and pencils into my bag and lazily slung it over one shoulder, waiting for the crowd to disperse. No way was I going to compete with them to see who gets out first.

Ugh, my wallet was heavy with coins, not gonna be able to eat much. The problem with being close to broke. I remember Tyler once argued that our currency system didn't make sense, for we only judged what a coin or note is worth by the numbers on them. Round molded pieces of metal are actually worth more than thin sheets of printed paper, but he says "we all would choose the latter". My brain hurt to think about it.

Then Ray would join in and get Ty to talk about how chocolate coins should be minty because coins came from the mint. I couldn't help but smile to myself at the thought of the lame conversation.

"Hey greasy hair!" someone I was too familiar with shouted into my face, and my wallet was whisked out of my hands.

"Give that back Brian..."

He ignored me. "This b*tch is f*cking broke," he stated, turning my wallet upside down so that all the coins fell and scattered on the floor. I bent down, picking up the coins at his feet one by one.

"Hell, this photo of him is uglier and faggotter than in real life."

Faggotter? That's not even funny, it's stupid. But that's expected from Brian, forever low on vocabulary. Ugh why did I even put photos in my wallet? I'd snatch it back, but that would be asking for trouble.

"And oh look, it's his brother. What a dork." My head immediately shot up and I glared at him. Brian looked down at me with a horrible grin plastered on his face. I bet he didn't even know what the word "dork" meant.

"Mickey, right? Ohh it's that faggot who's gay for Petey Wentz..."

"oH SHUT UP YOU SON OF A F*CK." I snatched my wallet and pushed him as hard as I could. Stupid rumors. To my surprise, the tall guy actually staggered backwards and collapsed onto the tables behind him. All eyes were now on us, but other than that, I wasn't really aware of my surroundings. I didn't care, to be exact.

Brian was on the floor and his face was red, hopefully from embarrassment. "I bet YOU were a f*cking accident! No one wanted your existence! Just go kill yourself!"

"You can insult me all you want, Brian," I yelled back. "But never, ever, insult my brother!"

I looked the few coins in my hand I had picked up, and threw them in his face. "Keep the change, asshole... And stay the f*ck away from Mikey."

Turning to leave, I realised Mr Wentz was standing at the doorway, staring at us in disbelief. "I step out of class one second, and this happens?" He put his hands on his hips. "Brian, Gerard, detention."

"Sorry Mr Wentz," I said, walking out of class.

"It's okay," he whispered back when I passed him.

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Updates have been slow I know but exams are over yay.

Side note, I really didn't think people were mean enough to tell others to go kill themselves. The last time someone told me to, I was 9. I thought only kids say that for fun. But I heard people saying that recently so... Wow.

(teenagers scare the living shit outta me)

So much non-Joshler stuff tho, I do apologize. Likely because I wanted to do a MCR fic at first.

I don't ship Waycest but brotherly love is too often overlooked.