I'm Not Okay (I Promise) • Geetrick

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---Patrick---

"Oh, hello there! Good evening, staff and students," Our principal, Mr. Nye, calls through the gymnasium. His voice is raised in the tone he always uses for presentations. The voice most of these students know by heart, "And welcome to this year's homecoming.

"We've had a great year so far, grades have been up, and it's easy to see that a lot of you have opportunity." He lists out a few dates, announcements, I don't pay much attention, Gerard's hand keeps fumbling with his pocket. The one with the condom.

I'm conflicted about what happened in the entryway. I... I was scared and uncomfortable... I didn't like where he was going with it, but at the same time, I liked it. I want him. I want him so very badly, and it makes me want to scream. I'm frustrated with it and him and Kevin and most of all myself.

But I can't think about that now. Gerard is here, it's homecoming, I'm here to dance for about three hours straight or so, and I honestly don't feel all that anxious. There aren't a ton of people, but I've already seen Melanie, Hayley, Taylor, Jon, Spencer, and Bob.

And Ashley.

"Anyways, tonight we have a couple of very talented students performing for us, Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph." Mr. Nye announces, gesturing to the stage.

I turn my gaze to the two boys on the platform. There's a piano, a drumset, a ukulele, and a microphone on stage. One boy, Tyler, is at the piano, a microphone at his lips while his hands are positioned at different keys on the keyboard while the other boy, Josh, is on the drums with a pair of black drumsticks in his hands. I immediately like him more. It's not that I dislike Tyler, I just used to play drums. I still do kind of.

"Thank you for coming and have a good evening!" The principal concludes with an applause from the students and teachers who showed up. He sets down his microphone somewhere, I don't see where, and all attention is directed to the stage. To Josh and Tyler and I wonder how the hell they can do it. I'd have a panic attack and probably end up passing out.

Josh taps his foot four times, marking the tempo. It's in the middle of fast and slow. Maybe a traditional paced dance... I don't know how to dance for shit so this will be kind of interesting.

The piano starts, Tyler pressing down on the keys softly. I can't identify the chord, but I decide that I should probably just enjoy the music instead of analyzing the shit out of it like I usually do.

The drums cue only a split second after Tyler starts singing and damn he can sing.

"I'm taking over my body,
Back in control, no more shotty,
I bet a lot of me was lost,
Ts uncrossed and Is undotted,"

Gerard bites his lip, trying to figure out an okay pace while I just stand there awkwardly. Oh dear god.

He smiles and laughs, making me laugh, and we both turn into a giggling mess while people around us actually start dancing. We try to copy them, somewhat, we had gotten a week or so of dance lessons before this through gym but we just barely passed so here we are, awkwardly holding onto each other while Tyler sings his heart out.

"You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Sounding down the mountain range,
You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes,

"And I'll be holding on to you
And I'll be holding on to you," Gerard pulls me closer as we move, starting to get the hang of it. Just barely.

We dance for a long time. Seven songs pass by, a few we can barely dance to and a few we just end up sitting out while others are easy to move to.