[Gerard's P.O.V]

"Gerard? Gee-rard. Gee?" A pair of hands shook my sleeping figure and I rose from my wake to be greeted by my younger brother.
"Oh, fuck off Mikey!" Churns under the blanket before feeling it ripped off me.
"C'mon, big bro. It's Friday and we've got Christmas holidays!" I grunt and whined out loudly as i curled up. Ugh. Can he not? Seriously, do you ever have those day where you just don't want communication with any human being what so ever. As well, It's been a week since the incident with Frank. I'd prefer not to have P.E with him.. I'm staying right here and no-one can stop me. That was until a hard punch smashed into the sensitive spot of my spine and i gasped out loudly; arcing my lower back while climbing from the bed.
"What the fuck?!" I screamed at my younger brother as he stood there with an innocent expression plastered over his face.
"Now you're up." A smug smirk appeared as he skipped off up the hollow-like stairs, my eyes not leaving him. Fuck my life. I already know it's going to be one of those days, my mood is going to be so depressing that not even my family would want to talk to my arrogant self.

I sighed irately and tugged on my black jeans along with the converse, adjusting my greasy hair with a hand while heading upstairs, slapping a hand to my pocket to check my phone is there. Slamming my bedroom door loudly, purposely, knowing that Mikey hated it; as i slumped through the living room and to the kitchen. Eyes widening when I spot the small figure, my heart fluttered as he grinned toothily but I shook my head, not wantinf to fall into a faze. I've not seen this fellow or for a week - he's not been in school.. but what should i care? I do, unfortunately.
As i kept staring at him i noticed the faded bruised ring around his right under eye; it is very obvious that he's tried to cover the injury with make-up yet he's not done a very great job of it.

I released another sigh while returning my gaze to the floor, sitting up onto the stool, laying my head in my hand.
"Sweetie, would you like a coffee?"
My mom chirped happily, giving a small noise as a response. I watched her nod from the corner of my eye, the bottle of pills set in front of me - my cheeks flaring up with embarrassment. I hate that i'm being made to take antidepressant pills because I'm not depressed; mom and nana say I'm just in-denial but i'm honestly not. I know the way feel, I just hate everything and every living, moving, continuous thing.
"What's wrong hunny?" I opened the cap, setting two pills into my mouth and swallowing them dryly. The doctors said it was major which isn't fucking helpful because I have my mom on my shoulder which is irritating but nana said 'When you have kids you'll understand.' I'm never having kids, they're snotty, gross and obnoxious, smelly shit heads so no nana, I won't understand. Plus, I'm gay and fuck adoption.
"I don't want to go in." I heard her sigh almost dramatically. Her overreactions making me literally roll my eyes. I placed the cap back onto the pot and stared at the surface, folding my arms across my chest, huffing out.
"Too bad, you have to. Preferably I would rather not get fined by the school." She began to ramble and I wanted to tear out my hair, replying with simple okay's until she began to talk about me while I was right in front of her. This is going to take a turn for the worse.
"Mikey- don't you think your brother has got a bit bony?" I dropped my jaw while staring at the bitch.
"Are you actually serious?" Anger built up through me as I shook my head at the woman - see, today is not the day. Now I'm being over dramatic but i don't care because I'm going to make her listen to me.
"Okay, mom. I understand that you're supposedly 'worried' about me but that was unacceptable, you're making me feel sick. You've done this so many time this week and I've had enough." She's done it in front of teachers - she even told me father. "Like, jeez, there's a guest right there!" My hands threw their way towards Frank. "Just leave me alone, I wish I never told you. Repetitively: you've been in my room and even declined to go into work because of these so called family issues, you're actually being more pathetic than me-" I didn't release the tears falling down my cheeks as i threw my bag onto my shoulders, creating a frustrated noise. "Leave me alone." I quickly rush out of the house with anger, embarrassment and discomfort. Rubbing my face harshly with a hand while going in the direction of school.

I was right. It's not even been two minutes and it's already one of the worst days ever.

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The day was uneventful, shit and plain boring and I'm actually sad to admit that i'd rather be here at this moment in time than at home. Sometimes family does not help in any way, even if they think they do; they do not. It's sounds stupid that i'm still complaining but- it's whatever.

My eyes stayed glued to the floor while dragging my heavy feet into the boys changing room, ignoring the slim, fully fit boys. Scrunching my chunks of hair between my fingers as I stand in the corner of the room, deciding to wait for the majority of boys to finish, taking a seat on the filthy wooden bench. I hated that we had to share a class with lower years. They're all so cocky and annoying, they have no maturity which is fucking bothersome. Even when I was at that age, I never acted like a twat but then again I wasn't a whore for attention: good or bad. I swung my legs back and forth while sitting on the hard bench, tapping my finger against the cap of my knee. Feeling a warm sudden breeze besides me, his scent lingering in the air as i feel his distance personally close - get out of my bubble, Iero. Our eyes merged together and one of his short fingered, guitar hands rest behind my back. I sunk my top row of teeth into my lower lip not wanting to show any sort of reaction, trying to look stronger than the pussy I am.
"Hey, Gerard."
We both snapped from the short trance and I cocked an eyebrow, mooching about uncomfortably as i began to feel self conscious.
"I'm sorry for what happened this morning and I hope you're going to be okay.."
His lips curl up into a soft, genuine smile which made my head spin. Oh god damn, I hate this boy.
"Anyway, do you want to come over to my house later? I've got a shit load of liquor and my dad's not in for a week- I could do with company."
Wait, he's asking me? why me? He wants the company of one of the low-life, anti-social mother fuckers here.
"Why not Mikey?" I blurted out, confused.
"I want to get to know you.. you seem, different."
He faintly leaned in and I decided to drop my gaze.
"I'm not really the best of company as you can tell and I'm ashamed that you had to see me act the way I did this morning, it was unfair."
He brought his hand to my shoulder and gave it gentle squeeze, his touch affecting me massively as my body posture becomes weak.
"It's okay, families go through problems."
He spoke sympathetically and I flick my gaze to his perfectly structured face, biting down on my chapped lower lip, tearing this skin with my teeth. His bruise was a lot more visible now that I was at a closer distance but I was pleased to hear that his dad wasn't in for a week; as well as it being the holiday he'd be safe at home for longer than 24 hours. He also wanted me there which was odd but I'm actually excited because not only is he one of the hottest boys around we also have the same taste in music so i am positive we'll have something or other to speak about.
"Thanks for understanding." I gave out a small cracked smile, releasing my lip. Palming my eye tiredly exhausted already.
"Right-"
He pulled his weight off the bench and ran a hand through his black, dyed hair, looking at himself in the mirror.
"I'm glad you're able to make it."
He grinned a little before disappearing through the doors and as he did - I have no clue if I was just day dreaming but I'm sure he winked. My cheeks still heated up a light crimson and I stood up, taking the gym clothes with me as I went to change in the boys toilets cubicle.


I walked into the gym room, hurriedly walking to the corner with my head down. The teachers begin to do roll call while I lent against the wall, trying to keep my breathing steady while my palms sweat. There is way too many people in here, the rooms stuffy and no one likes me- i can feel them all judging me.

I answered my name as they read it out last, eyes widen and cursing under my breath as they ask for people to go into partners after they tell us what activity we're doing. Tennis. I grunt to myself when the boys and girls rush around the room, edging into the corner as I become more uncomfortable than ever. Now you understand why I hate P.E. I'm always left until last because who wants to go with that fat emo kid.

In the end I went with no one so they made me the referee and we all pilled out to the mugga. I watched my brother and Frank laugh; a sudden wave of jealousy pang at me as Frank's arm snaked over his shoulders. I almost let out a whimper but dropped my gaze to ignore the torture that lived in front of me. He is better than me, Mikey always has been. He's so cheery and even though he doesn't smile often he has those happy eyes, he cares about others and actually gives a shit about me. He's good looking - he is the whole package. Also, he isn't fat which is a bonus.. he could probably get anybody he wants with a blink of an eye even if he's still at a young age.
A teacher tapped my shoulder, erupting me from my rant to myself and I flicked my gaze up. Paying no attention to what the instructor was telling me, I just walked around the edge of the fence pretending I was involved with the small games people were having in pairs but keeping my eyes glued to the ground.

This is so boring, it's been ten minutes and I don't want to suffer through the hell of nothing, it's making me think and I don't want to think - I have to keep myself occupied otherwise I'll feel more down.

I looked up to see which direction the teachers were facing in and their eyes were towards the field, I took the opportunity to slowly slip out of the gates and towards the ancient school. The school is abnormal because it looks time-worn from the outside but inside it's modern; it's likable because it's different- ha, the school building is embracing it's originality.

I arrived into the changing room, rummaging through my bag before receiving a pencil, fine-liner and my sketch book. I hid in the smelly toilets, sitting on the lid while tucking my legs under me. It may be uncomfortable but it's better than doing absolutely nothing.

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