Gerard was always a quiet boy. But a very talented, and smart boy. Always learning new things, and painting. Until he was put on medications. Those medications made him lose all inspiration. Every little bit.
Now he just sits in the living room, and watches the pond outside the window. He doesn't have anything to do. He doesn't know what to do. The only person he talks to is Mikey, his younger brother. Currently, Gerard is sitting at the window, watching the baby ducks march behind their mother.
"I'm so sorry you feel like that mom. Sorry I came out of you. Sorry for fucking up your life." Mikey yells. "Don't yell at me, Michael." She growls. "Oh, is that all you fucking care about? This explains why you hate me so much!" Mikey yells back. "Look, Michael-" "Mikey." He says, angrily. "No. I gave birth to you, I chose your name." Mom responds. "You don't chose my gender and sexuality." He says. "I choose everything. You are my child. I chose gender, sexuality, name, and career." She snaps back. "What are you on, Mother?" Mikey asks, losing his mind. "Nothing. What are you on, Michael?" She asks. "Mikey. I'm not on anything. Let's take you to bed." Mikey says. Mother gives up, walking to her room.
Mikey walks into the living room. "Hey, Gerard?" He asks, snapping him out of his trance. "Yes?" Gerard asks not even turning around. "I'm pansexual. Do you know what that means?" Mikey asks. "Yeah, I do." Gerard responds. "Nice, I love you." Mikey says, leaving. "I love you too, Mikey." Gerard says, watching Mikey leave.
