What You See Is What You Get

Gerard’s P.O.V

I lazily push the alarm that went off in my room and rolled over; I didn’t really want to go to a new school today. My family, over the weekend, had moved across town and today was the first day my brother Mikey and I were going to school; I was kind of excited but at the same time scared….I just had a little trouble making friends. The reason we moved is because my dad got a new job…well the same job; he works at the bank but they relocated him to another bank that needed help with something, I don’t really remember but here we are. The house isn’t that bad actually, nothing special just a one story three bedroom house.

What can I say about my personality? Well bands are everything to me Green Day, Iron Maiden, Smashing Pumpkins, I also love David Bowie can’t leave him out. I also should mention that I’m gay, no reason to hide it; when I was 12 I came out to my parents and they said they already had a feeling I was because of my flamboyant personality. I just laughed at that and hugged them; my brother Mikey was fine with it too, said he would always support me through everything. I really love my family; a couple years ago I had self esteem issues, mostly with my weight, so what I did was just stop eating. I went from three meals a day to one meal, and then eventually I tried to hide my food during dinner so I could eat nothing; the first couple weeks went fine and I was happy with myself that I was losing weight until my parents started noticing and had a discussion. They sat me down in the living room and asked questions; I being myself had no other choice but to answer them. I actually started crying because how upset my mom was that I was starving myself; I hated myself even more that I was making them feel that way. Then we made a plan to put me on a diet but I had to eat three meals a day; mom would make a special breakfast and then give me a lunch to eat at school. Soon enough I was eating three meals a day but at the same time slowly losing weight which made even happier.

When Mikey found out about me starving myself he just came into my room and hugged me, not saying a word. I was just watching T.V and he knocked came in and wrapped his arms around me; I was a little confused but then he said he was eavesdropping on me and mom. I usually would tell him about anything I wanted but I had kept that a secret all to myself; but here I am two years later at a healthy weight that I’m proud of. I don’t feel a need to diet anymore but I just watch what junk food I’m eating from time to time; Honesty I don’t care anymore what people think…I just don’t give a fuck.

“GEE GET UP WE HAVE SCHOOL TODAY!” Mikey’s voice said behind the door he just banged on

“I’m up, I’m up!” I call getting off the bed and heading towards the closet; I pull out some skinny jeans and an Iron Maiden and grabbing my shoes and heading to the restroom; I look at my reflection in the mirror and look at my fire truck red hair….I like dying my hair, last year it was black and a couple years before short and white; I like this color though. I take a quick shower before getting dressed and brushing my teeth; the weird thing is I always brush my teeth before eating breakfast so there is really no use. I go into the kitchen and see Mikey already eating

“Took you long enough” he sneered

“Well sorry if it’s a Monday and seven in the morning” I say back pouring myself a coffee; I don’t think I’ll live without coffee and If I don’t have it at least once a day I won’t have the energy to deal with anyone.

“So you excited for school?” my mom asks us while putting down our breakfast of pancakes

“A little” I shrug, being the new student isn’t always fun so we’ll just have to see when I get there

“Yes” Mikey squeals and I lightly chuckle; mom had went to the school about a week ago to register us and get our schedules; I had art class which I was so fucking happy about, I love art so much just drawing and painting, sketching whatever I’m doing that involves it makes me warm inside. I quickly eat my pancakes and when Mikey is done with his we hop in my car…yes my car, I have a car, a nice car to, and drive off to school; I’m a senior and Mikey is a junior o this is my last year of high school. After this I want to go to The New York Institute of Art; it’s just like a college but for art students. About ten minutes later we arrive to the school and I find a parking spot but before I get out Mikey and I just look around at the students piling in the school and leaning against cars near us

“You ready Gee?” Mikey asks next to me pulling up his backpack

“Ready as I’ll ever be” I sigh and we both get out of the car; I get looks from other students but it’s most likely because of my hair. I look at my schedule that has my locker number and quickly find it. The bell rings for class and I sigh again while the hallway starts getting cleared; I start putting stuff that I brought from home to decorate the locker when a folder that had all my drawing in it falls and paper scatter to the floor.

“Shit” I mutter barely been here five minutes and I screw up; as I’m kneeling on the ground collecting papers I see someone join me to help them pick it up. I grab the last one and look to my helper and my heart starts beating faster.

“I’m guessing these are yours” The black haired kid said; he is so fucking hot, he has a lip ring and I see a scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck. He’s wearing skinny jeans and a Green Day shirt with some black converse; he smells of cigarette smoke but I don’t mind

“Umm…yeah thanks” I say awkwardly, I grab the papers he hands me and put them back in my folder before standing up

“Are you new here?” he asks

“Yeah” I say closing my locker

“What classes do you have?” I just hand him my schedule and he smiles

“You have first, second, third, and seventh with me. Not including lunch and free period, the only thing different Is art” he says handing it back

“Cool…You mind guiding me before we’re late?” I ask remembering that the bell rang already

“Sure thing” he smiles and fuck he has a really nice smile
“I’m Frank by the way” he says while walking down the hallway to History class

“I’m Gerard” I reply

“Cool name” I try not to blush like an idiot, he opens a door for me and I give a thanks while walking into the noisy classroom; I see the teacher and walk over to the desk, he looks up and smiles

“Ahh yes you must be Gerard I’m Mr. Jaelin, welcome to our school” he says and I nod, then he sees Frank standing a little back

“Go ahead and have a seat Mr. Iero” Frank nods and walks over to a seat behind a teen with an afro and a blonde haired guy next to him.

“Students we have a new student here today please give a warm welcome to Gerard” The class looks to me and is silent; I feel like they’re all judging me, they probably are.

“Since you already made a friend why don’t you go sit over next to Ray…Ray?” he says looking over to where Frank is and the kid with the afro raises his hand and smiles; I walk over and put my bag down

“So I’m Ray” he sticks his hand out and I shake it

“Gerard” I repeat again even though the teacher just said it

“Over there is Bob” gesturing to the blonde guy who also has a lip piercing

“And that’s-“

“Frank” I interrupt knowing his name

“Oh you’ve met already?” Ray questions

“I had dropped some stuff in the hallway, he helped” I explain trying not to make it sound like a big deal

“He has most classes with us” Frank smiles and…Ughh his smile is perfect

“Cool we’re all friends and so now are you”

“Already?” I ask surprised; I’ve never made friends that quickly before

“Yeah, you seem like a cool dude” Bob chuckles and I can’t help but smile…I think this school is going to be great.

Notes

YAY I UPDATED

Things should now go back to a normal schedule

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