Everybody thinks Gerard is a girl. He wears skirts and oversized sweaters. He'd also rather be caught dead in denim. So people are surprised when they ask him if he's a girl he says no. He's not transgender. He just likes to feel pretty. He goes to...
A/N: hello, all you MCR trash. I am Alexander. Me and ma friend Del are writing this story :) Enjoy!(top pic is Gee's backpack) (Gee has black hair in the story)
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Gee's outfit
Gee's POV
"Bye, Mikey!" I gave my little brother a hug while slinging on my backpack.
"Bye, Gee. Have a good day at school." He smiled and ruffled my hair before I skipped off to school.
I took the time to admire some flowers in someone's garden a block away from my school (I lived pretty close) before continuing to school.
I took a deep breath before walking in the school. Instantly, people were either glaring at me, throwing paper balls at me, or just looking at me funny. They don't like me because I like to dress in skirts and stuff.
My school didn't really have that much of a dress code in terms of sleeves so I was wearing a mint colored button up tank top today with my white skirt and heels that matched my shirt. I also had one of my pretty necklaces on and my pastel mint bow.
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"Y-You look g-good t-to-today, Gee." My friend, Tyler, smiled and we hugged. He doesn't dress like me but he's super shy. He also has a bad stutter when he's in public.
"Thanks, Ty." I smiled at him while grabbing my sparkly purple binder from my locker. The bell rang and I walked to first period, which was gym.
Here goes nothing, I said to myself before taking a deep breath and going in the boys locker room.
"Whats a girl doing in the boys locker room?" Bert, aka the captain of the wrestling team, likes to bully me around a lot.
"I'm not a girl." I mumbled, going to my gym locker to get out my gym clothes. I went into a stall and got changed into the royal blue shorts and grey T-shirt before putting my other clothes in my locker. I put on socks and yanked my tennis shoes on before carefully taking out my bow and putting it in my locker.
I hate my gym clothes. They make me feel ugly.
"Why are you changing in a stall, huh? Afraid we're gonna see your panties?" He laughed, walking up to me and snapping my panties against my skin before going into the coaches office. I just silently walked out and started the warm up jog like usual.
"Today, we're going to do the mile run! So get outside and wait at the starting line!" The coach blew his whistle.
"Yes, Gerard?" He asked when I raised my hand.
"I h-have really b-bad asthm-ma." I looked down and rubbed my wrist.
"That's too bad. Because you're running anyway." He joined the others in going outside. I sighed before joining them.
Here comes another trip to the emergency room.
Frank's POV
I walked into my gym class and all eyes were on me, probably gawking at my Marilyn Manson T-shirt.
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I walked up to what they said was my locker and opened it before setting down my stuff inside it. I yanked off my skinny jeans and replaced them with the hideous blue shorts.
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"What're you staring at?" I glared at the guy next to me. He quickly looked away and I smirked before putting on the plain grey shirt they require us to wear.
I saw what seemed at first like a girl walk in and quickly grabbed their clothes before scurrying off to the closest stall. They came out in the gym attire and put on tennis shoes in place of their mint colored heels.
"What're ya changing in a stall for, huh? Afraid we're gonna see your panties?" This tall kid laughed, snapping the fabric of the poor guy's panties against his skin before going inside the coaches office. The kid jumped slightly, his blue lace panties showing a little bit, before silently going out into the gym. Hey, I find guys wearing panties hot, ok?
Anyways, I stayed silent and continued getting dressed. By the time I got out to the gym,everybody had already gone outside. I caught up to them just as they started running the mile.
About halfway in or so, I saw the kid that was wearing the panties collapse to the ground. All the other kids ignored him, even the coach. I ran up to him and kneeled down. His breathing was short and forced.
"Are you ok?!" I looked at him.
"Asth-asthma a-ttack." He forced out.
"What are you doing running the mile if you have asthma?"
"I t-old the c-oach, b-ut he-s ma-king m-e d-do i-t any-way."
"Hang on. I'll get you to the nurse's office." I picked him up, taking note that he was alarmingly light, and ran back into the building.
"Do you wanna get dressed first or straight to the office?" I asked him, brushing some hair put of his eyes.
"I j-ust wa-nna gr-ab my ph-one." He replied. I ran inside the locker room and went up to his locker.
"Whats the code?"
"Thr-ee, thirt-een, el-even." It was getting worse. I opened it and grabbed his sparkly silver phone before slipping it into the pocket of his shorts before picking him up again and running to the office. I already had my phone. First day of school here and I already had to save someone.
"He's having a really bad asthma attack. He needs to get to the doctors." I ran inside the office.
"Ok. I'm.calling right now. Wait out front for the ambulance with him." The secretary urged me. I went outside and waited on the front bench with him.
"We're over here!" I stood up when I saw the ambulance race into the parking lot. I set him on the stretcher and followed them into the ambulance. They put a breathing mask on him while we raced down the street, lights on and sirens blaring.
