"Mom, dad, Mikey, I'm gay." They all looked at me in shock. This went from a normal Catholic family dinner to Satan is sitting at the end of the table. My mom sat in shock while my dad got his rosary mumbling a prayer and placing it on my neck. I ripped it off throwing it at Mikey "I told you I didn't believe in all this holy stuff!" I felt the tears dance on my lashes and fill the bags under my eyes. I got up and looked around at them "So long and goodnight."
I closed the door to the room Mikey and I shared sighing, what was I expecting. Mikey was alway the perfect favorite child. He was good in school, nice to the nuns, and always did everything right. I fell onto my bed that was covered in comic books. I didn't move, I just passed out. Today was a long day with church, getting ready for school, and coming out to my family.
I woke up putting on my white dress shirt, black dress pants, school blazer, and black leather dress shoes. I brushed my greasy mop of black hair and smudged my eyeliner while Mikey silently flat ironed his v-shaped bangs sticking it up in the back with gel. I left for the bus and he kept his distance following behind.
I looked at him "You can't ignore me forever. We share a room." He didn't speak, he didn't look at me, he acted like I didn't exist. I held back the tears as the bus pulled up our average suburban street in our average town.
First period began and the teacher looked at me "Gerard Way, please go to the library." I silently nodded. The halls were quiet, the occasional making out in the janitors closet or people talking.
I opened the library door and a group was sat at the table, an older lady smiled "Are you Gerard Way?" I nodded, what was going on, she motioned for me to sit down and I did. I was sat with a group of guys and girls who I didn't know. True I was very quiet and other than being on the schools croquet team I didn't have much of a life. Art and comic books kept me busy. The lady smiled and looked around "Alright." She motioned her hands around "You all believe you are attracted to the same gender, or think you're in the wrong body for your gender, but that's all wrong." I shook my head looking down. The lady stopped and suddenly got very irritated "You think otherwise Mr. Way?" I looked up at the people I was sitting with "We can't control our sexuality, and we can't change it." She gave me a dirty look "Those of you who agree with him leave now. God will get his revenge someday."
I got up with a few other guys and left with me. We walked out and I looked at them "Was that some kind of gay fixing thing." A short guy with the sides of his head shaved and bleached blonde, the longer part of his hair black, red eyeshadow, as the same outfit as me nodded "Yeah, they thought they could 'fix' us." I nodded. "I'm Gerard, who are you all?" A short guy in a fedora fixed his blazer "I'm Patrick Stump, short eyeliner boy is Pete Wentz, tall eyeliner boy is Brendon Urie, drippy eyeliner boy is Ryan Ross, and red eyeshadow boy is Frank Iero." I nodded looking down. The boy with drippy eyeliner, Ryan Ross, put up his hand counting "3...2...1..." And the bell rang out, nuns raced around and students filled the halls. My hand brushed up against a girls short miniskirt and she turned around slapping me. I placed my hand on my throbbing cheek mumbling "I'm gay you bitch." As I went to my art class.
I drew the entire period and left the class slightly early, I saw the boy with the red eyeshadow and black and bleach blonde hair smoking back behind a classroom. I pulled out my own pack and lit one standing next to him "Frank Iero right?" He nodded and we smoked in silence. He was kinda cute.
The bell rang out and we smashed our cigarettes into the dirt going to our separate classes. Everyone all day seemed to stare at me like I was naked, which I wasn't. At lunch I realized why.
Everyone know I was gay, probably because of Mikey, who was cool and popular. I sat at a table next to him and his friends Ray and Bob, they looked down avoiding eye contact, Rays soft voice spoke up "Please don't sit here Gerard. You're not like the rest of us." I nodded walking away sitting on the steps. I was crying and to make it worse people began throwing food at me, but the ginger haired boy who had his fedora on walked over putting out a hand "Hey, come sit with us." I hesitated and took his had shyly as he lead me over to a table in the shade. The tall boy with eyeliner looked at me "Weren't you on the croquet team in middle school?" I nodded pulling out my art book doodling as the guys were in their conversation.
Suddenly the book got ripped out of my hand scratching my pencil against the page, I looked up and saw the short boy with eyeliner, Pete Wentz, laying on the table flipping through the pages as everyone looked at my art in awe. I turned red trying to grab it out of his hands. Frank looked at me "Those are cool man!" He took the book looking at my newest drawing, David Bowie, he looked at me "This is my favorite." I shyly and quietly spoke "Thank you, but can I have my book back?" He looked at me and smiled "Yeah." He winked "Don't let the jocks get to it." Oh no. He was cute. Short, but it made him cuter.
The bell rang out and girls got up "accidentally" flashing their panties to everyone, I got up stuffing my art book and pencils into my bag. Frank walked with me smiling "You're actually a cool guy Gerard." I smiled "Thank you, you're cool too, and you can call me G." He repeated my nickname "G." The way it rolled off his tongue made my arms get goose bumps, like when you hear an amazing song.
I stared at the work of art he was accidentally running into a nun, apologizing profusely, then getting stuffed into a locker by the jocks while my bag got dumped in the hallway. I peeked out the slits in the metal door seeing Frank desperately grab at my art book, pencils, and pack of cigarettes hiding them as quickly as possible. I knew the jocks hated me, but now they hated me more than ever. I was the stupid gay boy nobody liked.
Frank opened the locker looking at me, his bottom lip in a pouting form "I couldn't get it all before people trampled everything, I'm sorry." I shook my head shrugging "It's normal for me." He sighed and we went to our last classes of the day.
