The cold morning quickly dawned, the warm glow of the sun made the hair on Gerards neck stand up. They had the smallest amount of money, barely enough to get by, but these two messed up kids felt like they could rule the world from their small bedroom, watching tv with a bowl of pasta. A place of their own was truly worth it.
The familiar smell of burnt toast and coffee always made Gerard feel at home, whether or not that was the feeling of happiness or the fear of being beaten, it was home alright. this time he was gonna go home to the cold apartment, be wrapped up in blankets not bruises, when Gerard looked at his tiny bathroom, he didn't see the room he cut himself in, the room where he took pills and cleaned head injuries, instead he saw, warm showers and the scent of toothpaste. The night before, Gerard had dyed his hair back to that familiar bright red, it was his favorite, and his dark roots began showing through his pure white locks.
The walk to school used to be an activity of Gerard instinctively protecting his younger brother, but now, they are a blissful moment, when all was quiet, finally peaceful enough to hear his heartbeat, just to remind him that he was alive, the white noise of people was drowned out by silence.
The school had been flooded by the judging stares of rich parents, confused as to who possibly would show up to their graduation ceremony in leather jackets, coloured eyeliner and ripped jeans, well two messed up kids wouldn't have it any other way. When they looked back on their Highschool moments they wanted to see the best parts, not the furious teachers and bullies, who were actually almost as messed up as them, but just had no other release.
"Tracy Chapman, come up to collect your graduation scroll," as over one hundred names had been read off, Finally Franks rolled around.
"Frank I-air-o I-ear-o, Frank come get your scroll," the headmaster said as he struggled to pronounce Frank's last name.
Frank strutted up the small staircase and smugly received his diploma, the socially acceptable amount of applause came and Frank hurried off the stage, it was another twenty minute before they got around to W
"Gerard Way," the head said surprised that Gerard had actually graduated.
Gerard walked up the stairs and shyly accepted his high school diploma, from the man who let eighteen years of bullying slip.
Soon the dreaded kiss photo was nearing, twenty couples piled onto the small wooden stage, stuck-up rich girls in thousand dollar heels and mommas boys with a college fund bigger than their ego all pile up in pairs. Frank and Gerard just had their eyes on each other, on each other's lips, hips, hands.
The photographer stood in front of the parade of chairs and began positioning couples.
"ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,!
Gerard and Frank ran up either end of the stage, grabbed each other's hips, embraced each other and kissed in unison with the others.
FLASH
Time seemed to stand still, just for them, just for the eyes that stared at them, unsure whether or not to have them removed oo cheer for them. after a few moments, the surrounding couples took notice, except for one disgusted cheerleader, all the girls erupted in cheers, most of the guys did too, most except Tobias and his friends.
Neither Frank or Gerards parents had shown up to their graduation, but that was fine, as long as they had each other because as the faced the world together, skimming for cash through playing guitar gigs and selling online comics, they would own the world. they soon ran off the stage and headed to the back building, they were adults, adults who had graduated and were starting their life off by going to get their kinda kidnapped brother. gerard pushed Franks back against the brick wall and began passionately kissing him, hauling him iin closer, both hands on Frank back, bringing their bodies in closer