The Kids Aren't Alright

-4-

Brendon was finding his day easier and easier as the hours ticked by.

He skipped the first two lessons of the day and received a detention, and when he had attended that detention, the teacher told him to go home because she couldn't be fucked waiting for three pm to roll around. So Brendon headed to the park, hoping someone interesting would be there, rather then a bunch of annoying kids. To his delight, he saw his friend sitting on the slide, smoking.

"I thought you had a detention?" Frank asked as Brendon approached.
"Teacher didn't care." Brendon shrugged, lighting his own cigarette and taking a well-deserved breath. It had been a long day. "I thought you were taking Gerard to that stupid therapy thing?"

"I did." Frank sighed, taking his final breath of his cigarette and sliding down the slide. "I fucking hate that place."

"Don't we all." Brendon agreed, sitting down on the tanbark beside his friend. "Gerard's not an idiot, Frank. He won't actually believe he's straight."

Frank tugged at his lip ring, but didn't respond.

"His mum must be pretty mad, huh?" Brendon attempted to break the tension, but as soon as he said it he regretted it.

"Dude she walked in on us fucking. That's not a good way for anyone to come out." Frank retorted.

"Man, she's gonna be pissed when she finds out he other kid likes boys too." Brendon sighed. "And then there's the whole transgender thing."

Frank just shook his head, tossing the remainder of the cigarette into the tanbark. He didn't want to think about the shit Mikey would have to go through eventually.

"But like, which is worse?" Brendon asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what will his mum be more pissed about. The trans thing or the gay thing?"

Frank didn't respond for a few moments in an attempt to gather his thoughts.

"But if she still thinks he's a girl then really he's not gay." Brendon continued.

"Brendon, just shut up." Frank groaned. "Mikey's mum is gonna hate him for either one of those things."

"Speaking of, where is the little squirt?" Brendon asked. Frank shrugged his shoulders.

"He's hanging out with his friend."

Brendon actually laughed when he said that. "Wait, seriously? Dude he's never had a friend in his life!"

"All your friends are gay." Frank deadpanned.

"And I still don't have a boyfriend!" Brendon exclaimed. "I'm the gayest gay the worlds ever seen and nobody likes me!"

"Awwe, poor little Brendon."

"You can't call anyone little, you fucking midget."

"I could take you."

"Prove it."

"Please don't." A third voice sighed. The two boys looked up and saw their favorite trans boy walking over to them, a slightly off look on his face.

"Hey Mikes." Frank called as the boy approached.

Mikey just waved and took his seat beside Frank, his head resting on the palms of his hands.

"I thought you had stuff on?" Brendon asked.

Mikey shook his head. "Well I did, but he had homework to do."

"Oooooh." Frank smirked.

"What?" The younger Way demanded.

"Nothin'." Frank smirked some more.

"Frank I don't like him."

"Sure you don't." Frank dismissed.

"What's his name?" Brendon asked, his face wearing a similar smirk to Franks.

"Fuck off." Mikey muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose a little. "It's my birthday, you don't get to grill be about this shit."

At the word 'birthday' Brendon threw a handful of tanbark into the air. "Happy Birthday Mikey!" He screamed as loudly as he could. Mikey winced as the wooden chips hit his head.

"Why are you like this?"

"He was dropped on his head when he was a baby." Frank says, patting Brendon on the shoulder with fake sympathy.

---

Frank dropped Mikey off at his home before driving to pick up Gerard. He had originally planned to take his boyfriend out for dinner or something, but the older boy was set on going to the post office and picking up his younger brothers birthday present.

"I thought you already got him a snow globe?" Frank asked, pulling into the parking space.

"I did." Gerard replied quickly, jumping out of the car. He ran into the post office, returning just moments later with a package in his hands.

"What's that for?" Frank asked, raising en eyebrow as he began to drive away from the small building.

"The real gift." Gerard nods, slightly out of breath from his sudden burst of exercise. "It's a binder."

Frank nods, understanding. A small smile forms on his lips as he focuses on the road ahead.

Probs a better chapter then the last one, amiright?

Eh. Idk about this book tbh. Maybe I'll take it down, maybe I won't. I'm just really unsure right now, so feedback is highly appreciated!

-Saffron