The Fairytale Boy

Gerard trudged down the side walk to the chapel with Tyler and Mikey talking by his side. The other kids from the orphanage were far ahead, but Gerard didn't care. Hell, he didn't care about half the shit in his pitiful life. All he cared about was Mikey, Tyler and himself.

As they neared the small brick church he dreaded his life more and more. If that were even possible at this point...

Ariving at the porch, they could already hear the homophobic slurs, the stuck up bible bashing bitches, and the church organs. Jesus Christ he hated this fucking place. Like what the hell?

(please do get offeneded, I'm just writing this for the sake of the story. I wouldn't even say this alone to myself even as an atheist. I do think about it from time to time though)

A 'God' magically created a man and woman then let them fuck till they had two sons and a daughter, then let them fuck and have little deformations of their own? The fuck m8? If you really think about some of the shit, we are all really living in a big incestuous world filled with dumbfucks and shitheads.

Mikey sighed and put a hand on Gerards shoulder, smiling just slightly. Gerard felt his insides tingle when he looked Mikey in the eye. Mikey almost never smiled. When he did it was to like -fucked up shit- the Saw movies. Gerard tugged the corner of his mouth forming a half smirk half smile sorta deal.

Mikey felt his lower region stir.

Tyler opened the doors and it suddenly got ten times louder. They all put on their bright, fake smile and walked inside, greeting the elders and adults. Gerard was secretly discusted as the elderly women talked about him finding a 'nice young lady to marry and have kids with' like, ew, gross.

Everything settled down into peaceful silence about thirty minutes later. The priest walked in scanning the crowd with a bright smile, Gerard watched closely as he looked abit longer at a little boy from the orphanage named Patrick.

Gerard was getting pissed.

Patrick was the sweetest little 6 year old boy you could ever meet and had the brightest eyes, most adorable smile, and absolutely cutest little cubby body ever. Even though the staff got angry, when Patrick saw a homeless man or woman he would say he was hungry so the staff would but him a chicken sandwich. He'd then sneak off and give it to them. Gerard loved that kid like his brother.

Gerard made sure get keep a close eyes on Patrick. So the priest wouldn't try anything. Bastard.

-skipping church stuff because I don't know what they do-do laddi da-da-da-da-

Finally church was over and his head was killing him. Patrick was with one of the orphanage staff, sitting on their side resting his head on their shoulder while his tired eyes drooped, wishing for a mid-day nap already. Hell Gerard could go for one of those at the moment also. Good thinking Pat.

Mikey was sneaking the refreshment cookies into his vest pocket while Tyler kept watch. Gerard was leaning on a white pillar next to the entrance just listening to random conversations, like where the hell six old ladies were going to eat and what was getting planned for the next church session.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, everyone was allowed to leave and Gerard just about fucking sprinted to him and Mikeys bedroom. Colapsing just as he got undressed and under the cold ass comforter, Gerard followed in little Patrick's footsteps and fell asleep til' later that night.

Not bothering to notice that the priest wanted to 'put the word of God' into little Patrick's soul. Before leading him to his office.

Notes

Hey bubble butts and gutter sluts! I hope there isn't any autocorrects in this chapter.
I hope you enjoyed and not busted into to many tears like me.
:)
-xoFO