What wouldn't I do for you?
I'm just a kid
Gerard [P.O.V.]
My mind wandered around searching for the best way to pleasure Frank. He was so good to me and he was going through so much. I looked to the top of my locker at my box of crayons. Frank was sweet and kind. His gentle nature brought out my sweet side as well. I whispered to myself
"You are his first everything make it special." A voice behind me whispered in my ear
"If it is with you Gerard it will be special." I turned to see Frank standing behind me. I smiled lightly trying not to let on how nervous I was. He lightly kissed my lips. I heard the bell ring signalling lunch was officially on. I snatched up Frankie's hand and kissed the back lightly. He smiled as we enter the cafeteria. Brendon was cuddling up to a sobbing Ryan. I heard a hushed coo saying
"Ryro, they don't know how amazing you are. They can't judge you whole heartedly. Everything they say is out of jealousy of what you are. To be honest you are beautiful." I smiled listening to Brendon. He was very dominant in the relationship and it showed. Ryan was constantly made fun of. He was different but in a good way. He often laughed at inappropriate times or made a weird comment. He was a rare form of teenage boy. Brendon looked up at us and mouthed the words
'Bullies said he was an emo faggot.' I sighed and rubbed Ryan's back as Frank hugged him lightly. A voice yelled
"Look at the gay orgy surrounding Ryan Ross!" Ryan didn't move didn't sob. He huffed and stood up. He walked over to the boy who had screamed that. He yelled
"I may be gay, I may be different, but you don't know me. I did cut my wrist for a long time, but I'm better now. I don't enjoy your torment for my past. Do I make fun of you for your past mistakes?" The boy looked shocked at first then smirked
"The biggest mistake in your past was being born faggot." The next thing I knew Ryan was punching the jock in the face. He didn't stop he just wailed on him. I was paralyzed with fear. This was so unlike Ryan. I didn't know he was so close to being pushed over the edge. Brendon ran over to pull Ryan off the kid. Ryan began to sob uncontrollably and Brendon hushed him softly. The jock sat there with his face almost perfectly fine. Ryan didn't have much strength behind him. He had a little blood from his nose and maybe a black eye starting. I watched as Brendon hushed Ryan's panicky sobs. I stood confused and in search of some sort of explanation for the display of strength from Ryan.
Ryan [P.O.V.]
I walked over calmly to his table. I was no ones welcome mat anymore.
"I may be gay, I may be different, but you don't know me. I did cut my wrist for a long time, but I'm better now. I don't enjoy your torment for my past. Do I make fun of you for your past mistakes?" The jock looked shocked at my words for but a second before snickering
"The worst mistake you have ever made was being born faggot." I felt the red anger welling up inside of me. I was furious at this point. I blacked out as I threw the first swing.
The next thing I knew Brendon was holding me as I sobbed into his chest. He cooed
"Everything is alright. I love you Ry. Stay strong." I continued to sob as he hummed and sang softly to me. I was in so much trouble and my mind was spinning around. Everything was going to hit the fan. Would I have to go back to the therapist? I hoped to God not. She judged me and it was awkward. I remember my first visit which left me feeling as though my psychiatrist had just made a weird sexual pass at me, her gay patient. I whispered to Brendon
"Brenny, don't let them take me back to the psychiatrist." He whispered
"I won't Ryro, I won't." I sobbed again feeling only a little better. Frank came over and whispered
"Ryan, are you alright?" I shook my head no and he rubbed my back gently as Brendon kept his strong secure arms around me. I wanted to die right there in the arms of the man I loved. I had broken my no violence pact with my parents. I was as good as dead. My life from this point on would cease to exist as I was grounded for life. I was going to miss Brendon, Frank, Gerard and Mikey. They were my only friends. I was going to be along. Again. I hated when I was alone. The voices were louder then.
My mind wandered around searching for the best way to pleasure Frank. He was so good to me and he was going through so much. I looked to the top of my locker at my box of crayons. Frank was sweet and kind. His gentle nature brought out my sweet side as well. I whispered to myself
"You are his first everything make it special." A voice behind me whispered in my ear
"If it is with you Gerard it will be special." I turned to see Frank standing behind me. I smiled lightly trying not to let on how nervous I was. He lightly kissed my lips. I heard the bell ring signalling lunch was officially on. I snatched up Frankie's hand and kissed the back lightly. He smiled as we enter the cafeteria. Brendon was cuddling up to a sobbing Ryan. I heard a hushed coo saying
"Ryro, they don't know how amazing you are. They can't judge you whole heartedly. Everything they say is out of jealousy of what you are. To be honest you are beautiful." I smiled listening to Brendon. He was very dominant in the relationship and it showed. Ryan was constantly made fun of. He was different but in a good way. He often laughed at inappropriate times or made a weird comment. He was a rare form of teenage boy. Brendon looked up at us and mouthed the words
'Bullies said he was an emo faggot.' I sighed and rubbed Ryan's back as Frank hugged him lightly. A voice yelled
"Look at the gay orgy surrounding Ryan Ross!" Ryan didn't move didn't sob. He huffed and stood up. He walked over to the boy who had screamed that. He yelled
"I may be gay, I may be different, but you don't know me. I did cut my wrist for a long time, but I'm better now. I don't enjoy your torment for my past. Do I make fun of you for your past mistakes?" The boy looked shocked at first then smirked
"The biggest mistake in your past was being born faggot." The next thing I knew Ryan was punching the jock in the face. He didn't stop he just wailed on him. I was paralyzed with fear. This was so unlike Ryan. I didn't know he was so close to being pushed over the edge. Brendon ran over to pull Ryan off the kid. Ryan began to sob uncontrollably and Brendon hushed him softly. The jock sat there with his face almost perfectly fine. Ryan didn't have much strength behind him. He had a little blood from his nose and maybe a black eye starting. I watched as Brendon hushed Ryan's panicky sobs. I stood confused and in search of some sort of explanation for the display of strength from Ryan.
Ryan [P.O.V.]
I walked over calmly to his table. I was no ones welcome mat anymore.
"I may be gay, I may be different, but you don't know me. I did cut my wrist for a long time, but I'm better now. I don't enjoy your torment for my past. Do I make fun of you for your past mistakes?" The jock looked shocked at my words for but a second before snickering
"The worst mistake you have ever made was being born faggot." I felt the red anger welling up inside of me. I was furious at this point. I blacked out as I threw the first swing.
The next thing I knew Brendon was holding me as I sobbed into his chest. He cooed
"Everything is alright. I love you Ry. Stay strong." I continued to sob as he hummed and sang softly to me. I was in so much trouble and my mind was spinning around. Everything was going to hit the fan. Would I have to go back to the therapist? I hoped to God not. She judged me and it was awkward. I remember my first visit which left me feeling as though my psychiatrist had just made a weird sexual pass at me, her gay patient. I whispered to Brendon
"Brenny, don't let them take me back to the psychiatrist." He whispered
"I won't Ryro, I won't." I sobbed again feeling only a little better. Frank came over and whispered
"Ryan, are you alright?" I shook my head no and he rubbed my back gently as Brendon kept his strong secure arms around me. I wanted to die right there in the arms of the man I loved. I had broken my no violence pact with my parents. I was as good as dead. My life from this point on would cease to exist as I was grounded for life. I was going to miss Brendon, Frank, Gerard and Mikey. They were my only friends. I was going to be along. Again. I hated when I was alone. The voices were louder then.
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