Never Let Them Take You Alive

Chapter 1

Gerard’s P.O.V

“Gerard Arthur Way! For the 15th time get your ass down here now or we’ll be late!”

“Okay! I’m up. I’m UP!” I screamed back at my mother. I sighed, rolled my eyes and proceeded to wake up. I hated Sundays. I don’t believe in God and I have no intention of going to one of his many houses for 2 hours.

But I did as I was told. I rolled out of bed and discovered a shirt and a thin black tie on my chair. Seriously mum. Urghh! At least the shirt was white and not something like salmon pink. I added black jeans with my little outfit with black worn converse and a black hoodie. What? I like the colour black, okay?!

I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and was about to put eyeliner on but then I remembered last time I wore eyeliner to church. My grandmother went mental thinking I was gay. I’m not… well, I don’t think so. Its been a thing ive thought about a few times but I have a girlfriend, Lindsey. But I'm not sure if I actually love her or I'm just going out with her because if I break up with her my only real excuse would be that I like boys instead. I mean that’s the only reasonable explanation. Lindsey’s beautiful, talented, clever, artistic. She’s perfect but I'm not sure if I really like her and to be honest, I never really was sure if I liked her in the first place.

Also I may be distracted by someone else and that person is a boy. He’s also perfect but I feel like, I like him more than Lindsey but maybe I’m just being silly or …

My thoughts were interrupted by Mikey walking into the bathroom.

“Gerard, come on. Mum’s gonna kill you, she’s already in the car and… Are  you really gonna put eyeliner on again? Wow!”

“I’m coming now. Just let me grab my notebook so I can at least spend the next couple of hours wisely.”

We went downstairs. I grabbed a travel mug, filled it with coffee and got in the car

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Frank’s P.O.V

12:15 is when I finally got up. I went to the bathroom and… yep, Pete had drawn a dick on my forehead after I passed out. God I fucking hate that guy sometimes.

“ha ha ha! Im sorry dude, I just had to. Joe did dare me to draw some other things but I said no coz I’m not that mean.” God he was giggling like a 12 year old girl. He's probably still drunk from last night.

“Did you use sharpie?”

“Maybe…”

“Fuck sake Pete! I’m gonna go out for lunch with my family with a faded dick on my forehead!” I shouted this, which wasn’t good idea because it felt like someone had just hit my head with a hammer. I need coffee. Now.

*doorbell rings*

Please don’t be Ray. Please don’t be Ray. It’s not that I don’t like him, but he’s such a morning person. He even goes for a jog. What normal person goes for a jog at 5 every morning?

“hey Pete! How’s it going? How was the party? Sorry I couldn’t come I was busy. Is that coffee? Oh I could sure do with a coffee you see…”

 “hi Ray. Every things going fine. To be honest I cant really remember most of the party. Its okay. Yes that is coffee and of cause you can come in.” Pete said while Ray barged passed him and walked straight towards the coffee.

Yep that was Ray. He’s a little ray of sunshine. See what I did there? I know funny, right? No? oh okay.

I wandered downstairs into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and some cereal, and switched on the TV.

“And good morning to you too, Frank.” Ray said with too much sarcasm for me to handle this early

“SHH.” was all I was capable of saying right now. My head hurt and my cornflakes were going soggy. I could not have soggy cornflakes it just wasn’t right. I heard that it took 3 and a half mintes for cornflkes to go soggy so he had to shut up and let me eat in piece.

“Today, people are trying to stop the LGBT parade from happening tomorrow in the centre of town” the news channel on TV blurted out and caught my attention, “as it may make their children turn gay. Let’s go to Stacy for the rest of the story. Stacy?”

“this is what pisses me off.” I shout surprising everyone. I didn’t care now if it hurt my head or not. “just because your kids see a gay pride parade it doesn’t magically turn them gay. It may make  them come out as they feel like there not the only person in this world who is different or feels different to other people and they might actually feel wanted for once. You can’t turn gay, lesbian, bi, transgender, etc, you’re born like that. God I hate people sometimes. What happened to us being a free country?” I noticed that Joe had come downstairs and all three of them were staring at me with amazement, like I was a zoo animal. I know I don’t normally speak my mind, I’m one of those guys that just goes with what other people do or say, but if they’re too stupid, I have to step in.

“could you stop staring. It’s actually quite scary.”

“told you you were gay.” Says Pete trying to prove the point of our on going argument.

“im not gay I just don’t think its right that people aren't allowed to love or be whoever they want. And these parents trying to stop their kids seeing the world or seeing something you find wrong. What if they don’t find it wrong? What if they think it’s perfectly alright but nope you brainwashed your kid to believe that what you say is wrong is wrong and that they don’t have an opinion.” Pete tried to but in but I carried on. “but if I want to stop a church worship and anything like that coz it might make my kid , even though I don’t have one, believe in an invisible man in the sky, that’s not allowed coz it’s their belief. Well, I believe in human rights but no…”

“Frank! Breathe” Joe exclaims. I only just realised that I had stood up and started to pace up and down  and speak extremely loudly that people in Australia could probably hear me.

there was another knock at the door.

Mikey’s P.O.V

After we had lunch Gee and I decided to go to Pete’s house as I guessed everyone would be there coz of Pete’s last minute house party last night. I knocked on the door and Ray answered.

“Hey guys come in.” Ray said with his little smile that always gave me butterflies. Everyone knew I was gay and that I fancied Ray, but Ray himself still hasn’t figured out the latter even though I'm really obvious at flirting. I know what your thinking, my devoted christian family being okay with me being gay, well when I said everyone knew I meant my friends, my parents think I'm as straight as a pole but my god aren't the wrong. “I'm glad you’re here Gerard coz Franks gone on a gay rights rant again and Mikey don’t encourage him.”

“I won't, I promise, but they were on about in mass. They were making us think if how many different ways to stop the parade I nearly snapped Gerard’s pencil but he was too busy drawing and trying not to burst into laughter because of my facial expressions.” I said

“I'm sorry but It was hilarious! Grandma was just saying that it was horrendous and making you agree with her, the funniest thing is though you had to or she'd give you of her famous death glares that feel like you’ve just been shot ten times” Gerard said, still chuckling every now and then

 “I'm right though aren't I, Mikey” Frank asked

“yes you are but can we just let it go for now. I’ve already had enough of it this morning of how its right or wrong.” Frank seemed disappointed in my reply but just let it go anyway. everyone knew it was hard enough for me being gay in this community and having to change the way I acted at home. But to be honest I have got better with coping with not being who I want to be. I haven't picked up a razor in month or two I think. Instead I play bass, its quite relaxing and it help takes my mind off things. Ray handed be a mug of coffee. God his hair was so fucking perfect and his face and everything and urgghhh. I just wished he wasn’t straight, life would be so much better being with him.