The Haunting Of the Way Family

After lunch I go to biology, which is really fun, since the teacher is real energetic and Gerard has it with me. Gerard and I end up being partners for the lab. While she’s explaining it, Gerard is talking to me about this guy who alledgedly lived with a ten pound tumor on his face. The teacher frowns and I watch silently, not warning Gerard as she grabs her squirt bottle and squirts him with it.
Gerard’s eyeliner starts to run as he laughs, wiping his eyes. Unfortunately, all of the other kids are snickering and whispering. Oh shit. Just what we need, these school kids finding an immature reason to single out my boyfriend.
My next class is world geography, which actually isn’t all that bad. The teacher is funny, and pretty cute, too. We’re starting a new project, which was lucky for me, seeing as I don’t really have to get caught up. The project is on a crisis in America. I decide to pick womens’ rights. When the teacher passes by, he asks,
“Are you a feminist, Frank?”
I shrug. “What’s feminism?”
The teacher, Mr. Blair, just laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
I learn a lot of disturbing information. Believe it or not, companies and businesses can still pay women less for doing the same job as a man. Also, hardly any reported rape cases are even tried, and out of those, less than half of the rapists are jailed.
Gerard meets up with me at my locker after school, rubbing my shoulders as he asks,
“How was your day, sweetie?”
“Great,” I reply. “Do you know that women are still getting fucked over by the patriarchy? That the patriarchy is still oppressing them?! Gerard, it’s bad! It’s very bad!”
Gerard nods. “Yeah. Your point?”
“I just…. it happened when I was a kid but… I mean, I figured it would be over by now, ya know?” I ask.
Gerard nods. “Yeah, it’s bullshit. Wait until you see the gay rights movement.”
I squint and scrunch my nose with disgust. “Gays still haven’t gotten their rights?”
“Nope,” Gerard answers blatantly. “As we speak now, another gay kid probably just offed themselves due to bullying. Not to mention, it isn’t legal in about half of the states in the U.S.”
“What the fuck is going on?” I scoff.
“Oh, and transexuals, asexuals, pansexuals, and sometimes even bisexuals are still being denied their own existence,” Gerard adds. “Just so you know.”
“What’s a pansexual?” I question.
“They don’t care about gender at all in a person, just personality,” Gerard explains.
“That’s kinda neat,” I respond.
Gerard chuckles. “God you’re cute.”
I blush, mumbling, “Well, I try.”
Gerard walks away, signaling for me to follow, which I do. “You don’t try. You just are.”
We get onto the bus. This time, an older kid gets on. He looks like a senior. He sits behind Gerard and I. He’s being really vexing, kicking the seat, throwing shit and just being plain annoying. I decide to keep my cool until he taps Gerard on the shoulder and asks,
“When was the last time you sucked a guy’s dick, faggot?”
My head snaps back and I bark, “When was the last time your mom said she would be home late, fuckwit?”
The boy stammers, “Sh-sh-shut up, midget. Don’t let that pitbull mouth overrun your puppy dog ass!”
“I’ll overrun your ass!” I snarl.
Gerard tugs on my sleeve, quietly pleading, “Frank. Come on, he’s not worth it.”
“Listen to your boyfriend,” the kid jeers. “You know he’s the one taking it.”
I look at Gerard, to see those fucking hazel eyes swelled up into his puppy dog defense mode. God fucking damn it.
I lean back in my seat, taking deep breaths to try to calm myself down.
“That’s right, tuck your tail between your legs and run, like the little doggie you are,” the boy laughs.
Gerard frowns at him before turning and telling me, “Thank you.”
On the walk home, I ask Gerard,
“No one gave you a hard time about the whole eyeliner thing, right?”
Gerard squishes his nose and squints. “Eyeliner thing?”
“You know, when you were in science class and you got sprayed…” I trail off as I quickly add, “Quite a few kids were laughing…”
“Oh yeah,” Gerard replies. He nods, sharing, “Yeah, an older kid called me a faggot but… that’s nothing new.”
“You…. You get called that a lot?” I question.
Gerard nods.
“Does the school know you’re gay?” I ask.
“Well, yeah, that’s really the only reason I got picked on in the first place,” Gerard answers.
“What happened?”
“I dated this guy… real sweetheart, his name was Jesse. Anyways, people found out faster than they did about Michael Jackson’s death,” Gerard explains. He tucks his hands into his pockets. “And, those kids that you stood up to earlier… those dicks from the bustop….”
Thank God we’ve walked far enough past the bus stop so they can’t hear us.
“They started bullying me like right away. Then everyone was afraid to be my friend, because they didn’t want to get picked on, too.”
“So eventually, everyone was against me. And… and Mikes is my only friend… and he’s not even in high school.”
Gerard starts to tear up, but he wipes it away with his fingers.
“I’m your friend,” I assure, taking his hand and lacing my fingers with his.
Gerars smirks. “Oh Frankie. You’re much more than a friend.”
We go back to Gerard’s house and snuggle as we watch this one movie called Spirit. Gerard’s really pumped about it and claims that it’s the center of his childhood. It’s pretty decent; it’s about a horse that gets captured and falls in love and just is an all around badass.
Gerard eventaully falls asleep. He looks so sweet and innocent, his eyes heavy, his hair a tangled mess, and his mouth open the slightest bit. I hook my hands around his waist and dig my head into his shoulder as I fall asleep.

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