Homosexuality is Sin.

Basically shit goes down

Gerard's POV

I paced up and down my room, occasionally throwing something at the wall and swearing loudly. Mikey clattered down the stairs and into my room, slamming the door.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING DICKHEAD AND I HATE YOU!" he screamed, running up to me and slapping me hard across the cheek. I stopped and stared at him, panting slightly, my mouth hanging open.

"I can't help it," I whispered and promptly broke down crying.

"Gerard, just because you like him and you think it's wrong doesn't mean you can treat him like shit!" Mikey yelled, slapping me again. "He's my friend and I won't let you do that to him!"

"I can't!" I wailed, falling to my knees. "I can't do this! It's wrong! I can't like him! I CAN'T!"

Mikey turned on his heel and strode out of the room, slamming the door again.

I woke up on my bedroom floor; I must have cried myself to sleep. I heaved myself up and grabbed a random t-shirt and jeans, wandering upstairs and into the bathroom. I combed out my messy red hair and got dressed, washing my face free of tear stains and putting on a thick layer of eyeliner.

I walked out of the bathroom and downstairs, grabbing my backpack and slipping my shoes on. I walked into school without waiting for Mikey.

I was angry at myself. I shouldn't have given Frank the drawing. Mikey had been about to tell him it was mine, I knew that.

Frank was already there, talking with Ray and Bob animatedly. I wandered over, my hands in my pockets and assuming my usual disgusted glare. Frank can't know I like him. Ray was laughing and Frank smiling nervously while Bob looked at them, confused.

"Guitar joke," Ray grinned. "Hey Way, how goes the morning?"

I shrugged and Frank looked at Ray again.

"I'm thinking we should change a couple of the chords in the chorus. I was working on your part last night, Ray, and I think it might go with your *he gestured at me* voice better if I switch them around a little. I'll show you at practice but-"

"No. It's not your part to change, it's Ray's," I interrupted. Frank broke off and glared at me.

"You know what? I don't give a fuck anymore! I was actually willing to try and work on this fucking stupid project with you, but I'm fucking done! You're a stupid fucking shithead and I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Frank yelled, kicking my shin sharply and running off. I stared after him and Mikey ran up behind me.

"Now look what you've fucking done!" he spat, sprinting off after Frank.

I stared at the ground while Bob and Ray glared at me.

"Frank's right," Ray said at last, shouldering his backpack. "You are a shithead."

Bob nodded and they walked off, leaving me on my own and wishing I was dead.

I didn't look at Frank in art, but I moved back to my original seat, which was now one seat over from his. I guess, in my mind, it was a sort of peace offering, but I had the feeling everything had gone too far for any kind of 'peace' now.

I heard a quiet snuffling and looked up. Frank was sobbing into his hands, trying to stay silent. I made a snap decision and moved to the seat next to him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck off," he sobbed, shaking my hand away. "I hate you."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"No you're not."

That stung. I moved back to my old seat and put my head down on the table, groaning inwardly. What had I done?

After art, I just skipped. I left school and went home, sobbing myself to sleep on my bed. Mikey didn't even bother with me when he got home. I was woken by the slamming doors, but didn't try to talk to him. He probably hated me as much as Frank did.

Authors note;

So, the chapter title will change if i think of a better name, but for now its that XD

Everybody wants to change the world, but no one, no one wants to die.

~T xoxo