Philophobia

High School Never Ends

I stare longingly at the red super skinny super sparkly jeans hanging in my closet. I would really, really love to wear them. Fuck it, I decide, wriggling into them and pair them with a black t-shirt. I put on a black button up over my shirt but leave it unbuttoned. My combat boots go on next and I move on to my hair. The sides are shaved and dyed rainbow but my bangs are grown out to my chin. I straighten my bangs and look at the rainbow dyed sides. Hmm. It doesn't look as bad as I thought it would.

I sneak a look at the clock. I have seven minutes until I have to leave. I think for a moment. Breakfast, or eyeliner? I grab my eyeliner pencil and put quite a bit on.

Grabbing my bag, I run out the door. "Bye mom, Bye dad!" I know they're still asleep, but I say it anyway.

I see Gerard waking Mikey to the bus stop and smile a little. Mikey's fussing about Gerard walking him, insisting he's old enough, being a senior and all, to walk himself. As usual, Gerard is ignoring the fuck out of him.

"Mikey!" I yell and he turns. "Holy fucking shit. Gerard, what did you do to him?"

Mikey's normally straightened long hair is slicked back and his glasses are no where to be seen.

"Yea, yea," he mumbles, "Mom said to look nice for the first day. Just for today."

I chuckle at his pain. His mom and dad are perfectly fine with Mikey expressing himself and all that, but they make him look nice for special occasions, like the first day of school, etc.

Before I can respond, the bus pulls up. "Get on and shut up!" Barks the bus driver.

I chuckle as Mikey mumbles a "What crawled up your ass and died?", which earns a glare Mr.BusDriver.

I stifle a laugh and sit down, putting my earphones in and blasting some Green Day. I hand Mikey an earbud and we sit in comfortable silence.