The Kids Aren't Alright

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Dallon Weekes was tired of life.

Every weekday was the same boring routine over and over again, and the weekends were so empty that he often found himself staring at his bottle of antidepressants, attempting to count how many remained. Sometimes he would tip them out to discover if his estimate was correct, and sometimes he would not. But it didn't really matter  if he guessed correctly or not, because be took the correct dosage every single day.

Dallon didn't live his life, he just existed meaninglessly, waiting for something interesting to happen. And nothing interesting ever happened in this town.

The single light in his life seemed to be his little sister, Nora. That's right, hearing about what his six year old sister did in school was far more interesting then hearing his mother rant about her stupid 'conversion therapy,' or listening to his father complain about how 'messed up his town is.'

Dallon never actually understood what was wrong with being gay. He had always had an understanding of what it meant and what it would lead to, so many years later when he realized that he himself was gay, it didn't come as a big shock.
More of an; 'oh shit, if better not tell mum.'
So he kept his sexuality to himself, which wasn't a difficult task considering how many friends he had.

But when his mother dragged him along to work because she didn't trust him to be home alone, Dallon began to regret not branching out and making friends.

He sat in the godforsaken waiting room, wishing there was at least a television on the wall playing infomercials. Infomercials would have been far more interesting then counting the off-white bricks lining the walls.

A boy with platinum blonde hair sat down in the chair beside him with a bored sigh. Dallon was a little bit startled at the sudden action, and realized that someone was sitting beside him voluntarily when there were so many other seat available.

"Your that tall kid on the basketball team right?" The boy asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards to form a half smile.  Dallon nodded, not sure of what to say in return.

The boy sighed a little bit. "Your parents hate your sexuality too?"

Dallon shook his head numbly. "My mother's the therapist." He said quietly. "She didn't trust me at home, so she bought me along."

The boy seemed to think about his answer for a moment or two. "That sucks dude."

Dallon let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in. The boy didn't hate him.

"I'm Gerard, by the way." He introduced with a small nod.

"Dallon." Dallon responded with a small smile. Maybe he'd finally found someone to talk to.

"Jared Way." Mrs Weekes called, casting a firm glance across the room.

Gerard sighed and muttered something about hating his mothers naming tendencies before pulling himself to his feet.

"Dallon, why were you with this sinner?" His mother demanded as the boy trudged towards her, taking his time to view the dull paintings on the walls.

"I was just-" Dallon began, trying to think of something acceptable to tell her. She was not an easy woman to impress, and he'd never really lied to her before. He didn't know how to cover up the fact that he was talking to one of her 'patients' about something that wasn't on the topic of how bad it is to be gay.

"He was just telling me about the things homosexuality can cause." Gerard cut in smoothly. "I never knew something so innocent could do such devious things."

Dallon made a note to thank him later, if he ever wanted to talk to him again. Most people did not.

His mother accepted the answer before turning sharply and walking back into her office. The platinum haired boy winked at Dallon and smiled a sly smile before following Mrs Weekes, and disappearing into the office.

Dallon let out a sigh as he glanced around the waiting. Alone again. Well, this was nothing new.

Wow I only just decided to post this and its probs gonna be cringey and inaccurate as fuck but I'm gonna go for it. If anyone's actually reading this, please dear god give me the feedbacks.

-Saffron