I rode the bus home getting hit, spit on, and any other rude thing these teenagers could do. I walked into my house as my parents were screaming at each other, but I didn't know what they were screaming about.
Mikey was out with friends so I went into our room taking off my school uniform sitting on the floor in my underwear and socks. I held the knife I knew Mikey secretly cut with thinking of suicide, death, the sweet relief of being gone. But I hated needles, blades, getting cut, I couldn't do it.
I snuck into my mom and dads room going to an old box my mom hid all her old goth clothes in. I picked it up and snuck back to my room, I wanted to be pretty, these clothes made me feel pretty. I put on the fishnets, tight leather miniskirt, black ripped shirt, and plenty of accessories.
I stood up gaining my stability, these platform boots made me hella tall, and putting on a full face of makeup, makeup I stole from my mom. I pulled out my camera taking photos of myself for my MySpace page.
I immediately got comments from cute gothic boys. I recognized one on them, Frank Iero, the cutie with red eye shadow but X's drawn over the top. I smiled reading his comment over and over again, it read "You're cute as it is, but that lipstick and eyeliner make you even cuter." I looked up out my window locking eyes with a boy who had pale blue hair, it looked like he hadn't brushed or redyed the curly mess in a while, with the dark brown sides matching his eyes.
We froze starting at each other, I prayed to David Bowie he didn't think I was a girl, I was screwed if he did. I parted my purple lips smiling and waving, he smiled back and a boy with his head shaved bald ran into the room. We looked away and I looked at my MSN Messager, Frank messaged me asking if I wanted to go to a party with him and his friends, I gladly obliged.
I jumped out my second floor window trying to not break my foot in platform heels or trip in the dark. The two boys I saw earlier were outside, the boy with blue hair walked over "Hey, weird question but do you know of any gay meeting groups or whatever?" Taken aback I looked at him "I'm gay, my gay friends are picking me up, I could see if you could come with us to a party." He nodded "Could my boyfriend come too?" I nodded as the van pulled up. I leaned up against the van smiling "Hey boys got any extra room for two?" Brendon nodded "Yeah have your friends hop in the back." They got in the back of the van and I sat next to Frank making sure to keep my skirt low enough to cover my black lace panties.
We were out in the middle of a desert with a huge bonfire and fog making everything look misty. We all got out and started dancing to the music. Frank smiled at me "Ya know there's no rules here, if you wear a mask." He lead me to a table and I pulled a yellow mask with three blue circles and black triangles around the eyes. Frank put on a purple mask with a white X over the top. My friends and strangers ran around in masks playing music so loud it seemed to hammer against me.
Then I realized this was a big party full of gays and lesbians who lived in a Catholic town full of Catholic schools and Catholic parents. We were free here, this desert was where we could be free. The boys I had met only hours ago, now wearing black and green masks, walked over to me "Thank you for letting us come. Oh, by the way I'm Josh, this is my boyfriend Tyler." I smiled "I'm Ger-, G. I'm G." This was my new name, I was a new and different person now, I was openly gay.
This was a different world compared to the town I've grown up in, everything was better. The band preforming started waving a huge pride flag and Frank looked at me "G, the hot boy in lipstick." And he stood up kissing me. I just had my first kiss, with a hot guy, and it was amazing.
