I'll Show You Pretty

2. Smudged Eyeliner

By the time lunch rolled around, I was completely exhausted. I was in a better mood luckily, but any slight fuck-up could push me into a depressed state. I really didn't want that.

I just went over to the normal table that I usually sat at with Mikey, and took a seat. I got out my lunch that I had fancily packed into a brown paper bag, and took out a turkey sandwich. That was all I packed today, since we were in a hurry.

Mikey sat down next to me shortly afterward. "How's it going big bro?" I smiled as he got out his own lunch.

"It's okay I guess. How about you?" I asked Mikey, but he soon grew a concerned look on his face.

"Hold that thought. Is your eyeliner smudged?" He ran his fingers down my face, probably tracing the tear stains mixed with makeup. "Gee, were you crying?"

I sighed before nodding. "Yeah. It's nothing though. I'm fine now, don't worry about it. Are the stains really that bad?" He nodded slowly.

"That's okay though. Here, hold on." He grabbed a napkin from his lunch bag along with a small water bottle. He placed a few drops of water on the napkin to where it was damp, and started dabbing it on my face. "It's not much, but it will make it less noticeable."

"Thanks Mikey, I don't know what I would do without you." He smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder before continuing to eat his food. He raised an eyebrow, which made me question him.

"Gee, are you aware that Mr. Iero is looking at you right now? He's like, staring at you for some reason... he almost looks concerned." Mikey ended that last part with a chuckle. Honestly I didn't blame him. Mr. Iero? Concerned? Never.

"Well I guess he kind of saw me broke down so he's probably just wondering if I'm okay or something. Either that or he thinks I'm a freak." I didn't include the whole story, because I didn't really feel the need to inform Mikey of that part. He already knew about my depression, and he already helped me with it, so there was no point.

"Oh okay, I guess that makes sense." We continued eating in silence for awhile. Many thoughts were rushing through my mind.

Why is Mr. Iero staring at me in a somewhat concerned manner? It's not like he actually cares about me, and he never has.

Why the fuck is the counselor walking this direction? If that fucker told her about my notes and I have to spill my whole life story to someone I barely know, and quite honestly hate, I'm going to be pissed.

Mrs. Ramona sat down across from me and Mikey, and I looked up expectantly at her. We didn't exactly have the best of history. First of all, she tried to fix problems of mine that weren't even problems. I'm sure you'll catch onto that later, that is if she brings up those 'problems' into the conversation.

"Well Gerard, it's been awhile since we've had a good old chat. Tell me, why the sudden... change in appearance?" She was of course referring to my makeup.

"I like it. It makes me feel pretty," I said just to piss her off. This earned a snicker from my younger brother, to whom I knowingly smirked at. He knew just how crazy this woman was, and he also knew that I was testing her limits.

"Gerard, please don't tell me this is another phase of yours. Have you grown out of your last one yet?" Judging by the tone in her voice, she was truly disgusted with me. That's okay. It's a mutual hatred.

"If you are referring to my homosexuality as a 'phase,' then no. I've been going through this 'phase' for the eighteen sorry years I've lived on this planet, so I don't think it will stop any time soon. Why do you care so much though? Just curious."