Seperated

Chapter 2- Gerard Way is my Sexuality

I began walking home. Gerard does it again, throws another fucking temper tantrum. I put my hands in my pockets only to feel the pill container in my left pocket, fucking Clozapine. How was Clozapine going to help me? All the pills in the world couldn't do anything. I'm fine. I'm okay. I just need to keep telling myself that. 

The New Jersey streets were populated, as per usual. People with their 'perfect lives' going out to get some brunch, because they're fucking basic. Lunch is way better than brunch. I stopped in to my workplace, Starbucks. It sounds kind of sad, doesn't it? 19 year old screw-up Gerard Way going in to get a morning coffee at fucking Starbucks.

"Gee!" I heard a familiar voice yell from behind the counter. Ryan fucking Ross. I feel like I use the word fuck way too much. "What can I get you Gee?" Ryan said as he ran over to the register. "Just the usual." I replied. 

"You good Gee?" Ryan said as he grabbed a cup. I reached into my left pocked and let him glance at the pill container. "Shit." Ryan said as he continued to make the coffee. Ryan was 18. We'd been friends basically since middle school. We were two basically lonely, emo motherfuckers who liked to have snowflake fun.

Before you ask, no, Ryan and I didn't have sex. That's just weird to say the least. Ryan was actually lucky and managed to get more action than me. While I drew dicks at art school he was taking them. He was lucky to say the least.

"When do you get off your shift?" I asked Ryan as he began to finish up my coffee. "Not too long, 15? I was filling in today." Ryan said as he handed me my cup. "On the house, don't tell the boss." He winked. I smiled at him and took a seat in the busy Starbucks.

 I was guessing Bea' wanted me to start the pills today but I wasn't sure. I took one out the container and dry swallowed it. I watched Ryan work his magic, he was a much better barista than me. He was actually passionate, while I was a fucking rat looking for money.

Ryan slid his ass across the leather booth opposite of me. "Gerard, we have plans tonight." Ryan said, with a large grin on his face. "We?" I gasped. What was this emo motherfucker planning. "Yes, we. We're going to a party, Gerard. But we need to clean you up!" Ryan said. What was this emo motherfucker going to do to me.

Ryan grabbed me by the arm as we rushed out of the Starbucks. I didn't know where he was taking me. He better not fucking touch my hair. Black hair looked amazing on me. It also apparently scared people from me, which was an upside.

I looked around the New Jersey streets once again. People going about their lives, people who had no problems. People who's baby brother wasn't killed in cold blood Forty-Six days ago.

Ryan stopped at the first corner store we saw and stepped in. He obviously knew what he was looking for in here, which made me ten times more scared then I originally was.

I knew I couldn't ditch Ryan, he'd handcuff me to him if he had to- literally, he has a pair of handcuffs in his jacket pocket. Kind of kinky if you ask me, but I'm not one to judge.

We stopped in the one aisle that I prayed that we went nowhere near.

Hair dye.

Ryan grabbed a bottle of bleach, a bottle of red dye and a pair of scissors. Fuck, I'm terrified.

Ryan took the three items up to the counter and pulled out his wallet. A middle aged Mexican man with glasses was sat behind. I felt the breath of somebody behind us on my neck. I took a peek of them out the corner of my eye. Basic 'cishet' male, probably late 30's, early 40's.

"That will be $12.40, thank you sir!" Spoke the small Mexican man. Ryan handed him 15. "Keep the change." Ryan smiled as we began to walk out the store.

"I can't wait until they build that fucking wall, am I right?" The 'cishet' male grunted at me as I walked out. What the fuck? I looked at the man with a death stare and spat on his shoes. The man gave me a disgusted look, and was about to throw hands before Ryan grabbed me. 

We began to walk back to Ryan's apartment. Did I mention that Ryan lived next door to me? Or that we had thin walls? I could hear everything that happened. Everything.

We walked up the steps to Ryan's apartment. Ryan was fiddling with his keys when Ray popped his head out our door. "Hey Gee, we got a problem." Ray said. He looked extremely worried, that wasn't a good sign at all.

"Whats the problem?" I asked Ray, curiously. It probably wasn't that bad. Ray looked at me. "Well, the pipes blown, kinda?" Ray said with an awkward look on his face.

"First off, how the fuck did that happen, second off, did you call the plumber?" I asked him. Ray looked at me. He was surprised I wasn't about to kick his ass. "Yeah, but he can't come until next week, and the pipe- well, that's a long story." Ray grumbled as he scuffed his feet against the wooden floor.

"You can use my water." Ryan offered as he opened the door. "Really?" Ray sprung. "Yeah, it's all good." Ryan said. "But there's some times when our bathroom will be well, off limits.." Ryan said. 

"I can tell by some of the shit I hear when I'm trying to sleep." I snapped back. Ryan went redder than the dye that was in the plastic bag that he was holding, obviously humiliated.

"Anyways, I'll leave you two to finish what you started, remember, thin walls!" Ray said. "Fuck you." I joked as I walked into Ryan's apartment. 

Ryan's apartment was nicely furbished. Paintings hung on the walls, white fur rugs and leather couches, etc. The thing was, the more you looked at it, the more everything seemed out of place. The family consisted of a young woman, a young man and a small boy, whom I assumed to be Ryan.

Honestly didn't know much about Ryan's family life, he didn't talk about it that much. I just knew his parents divorced when he was young, and it was rough for him.

"Gee, sit your ass down." Ryan said, pointing into the bathroom. The famous bathroom that we were talking about in a sexual manner just a minute ago with Ray. If Mikey was watching over me (which he isn't- when you die- you just die) he'd probably be super disappointed in me.

The last things I saw were Ryan's hands putting a blindfold over my eyes and the snip of scissors- that kinky motherfucker.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2! I put a lot of effort in to this chapter. Comments and votes are greatly appreciated! <3

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