Part Three

Gerard's heart dropped to his knees as he heard the all-too-familiar voice.

Frank had seen him at his worst! Well, almost. He'd been worse than that, while he was laying there unconscious with mucus and bile coating his nose and mouth.

He reached a hesitant hand out, placing it in Frank's. Gerard winced a little as Frank firmly shook it.

"You are?" Frank raised an eyebrow as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his obscenely ripped skinny jeans.

Gerard looked up shyly. "I'm Gerard," he mumbled nearly inaudibly. "Huh?" The boy leaned forward. "You're gonna have to speak a little louder, sunshine," Frank said in a husky voice.

The pale boy scowled. Wow, this kid was rude. Nearly a whole different person than the one who saw him crash to the floor recently. "My names Gerard, asshole."

Frank seemed taken aback by this. "Well, fuck! Someone's salty." He stepped back, huffing as he flipped his fringe into his face and gnawed on his lip ring. "God." Frank walked off.

Mikey nudged Gerard with his elbow. "Damn, Gee. What did he do to you?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone harsh. Gerard sunk back in his seat, pulling his hood up. "I want to go home," he growled.

Mikey sighed, leaning forward. "Fine," he said, standing up. He turned to Ray. "Hey, me and Gee are gonna get going."

"Why?" One could almost hear the sadness in Ray's voice.

"He's being a whiny princess and wants to go home," Mikey said mockingly.

"I'm not a princess!" Gerard hit Mikey in the shoulder as he scowled.

"Are too."

"Shut up," Gerard mumbled, looking down.

Ray frowned and stood up. "Well I can walk you dudes home," the tall man offered.

Pete popped in from the kitchen, a beer in his hand. "You guys are leaving?"

Mikey nodded.

Gerard looked at the floor.

"I'm gonna walk 'em home," Ray informed Pete.

Pete nodded and took a swig from the brown bottle. "I'll go, too. Hey, Frankie," Pete yelled over toward where Frank had vanished into the bathroom. "Stop jackin' it and come out here!"

Gerard snorted quietly, as did Mikey. Frank appeared moments later. "I wasn't jerking off, Pete."

"Yeah right," Bob chuckled from the kitchen. "You can't go five minutes without shoving your hand down your pants."

Frank rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Pete?"

Pete laughed and drank again. "We're gonna walk these cats home."

Frank eyed Gerard and scowled. Gerard didn't notice. "Do I have to?"

"Yep," Pete grinned, walking toward the back door again.

All the boys followed, Frank grumbling under his breath. They crossed the short yard, coming up on the fence again.

Gerard felt his anxiety rise the smaller the gap between him and the fence got. "Mikey," he whispered to his brother.

Mikey hopped the fence with ease, as did all of the other boys. Gerard, again, was stuck behind it.

"Just fucking hop over it!" Frank was the one who shouted, getting annoyed.

Gerard blushed in embarrassment, gripping the metal with both hands. He stood there for a moment, looking at the height. It was only up to Gerard's ribs. It should be easy for him! It should be easy for anybody, really.

"Just go," Pete chuckled. "You got this, Gee," Mikey cooed encouragingly. Mikey was the only one who really understood how weak Gerard really was.

He tightened his grip, and hauled himself up. Gerard arms were shaking, and he could feel the pressure on his frail bones. He tentatively raised a leg up over the bar. Halfway there.

"Good j-"

Mikey was cut off by Gerard's yelp. His foot slipped, and Gerard petite body fell forwards. He landed face-first in the grass, getting a mouthful of dirt.

Pete couldn't hold back his laugher as he saw it. He cackled madly as Gerard struggled to stand back up, wiping dirt off of his trembling chin.

"I told you! I told you I couldn't do it, Mikey." Gerard crossed his arms, trying not to cry. He had just made a huge fool out of himself.

Mikey put his hand on Gerard's shoulder. Gerard shrugged it off. "Look on the bright side, Gee! You got over the fence by yourself."

Frank giggled too, looking up at the clouds and avoiding eye contact as he tried not to lose it too much.

"Stop laughing," Gerard whimpered as he trudged past the boys.

Mikey felt a tiny twinge of guilt. His brother had a lot of anxiety issues, and Mikey knew that. He knew it was hard for him.

They all made their way down the street, the incident forgotten. Not by Gerard, though. He'd remember it for a while.

• • •

By five o'clock, Gerard was already in bed. Everyone but his mother and Mikey had given him strange looks. Gerard normally went to bed at this time.

Yet he never slept. He just lay there, thinking. Sometimes drawing. His "going to bed" was just alone time. He didn't like to be disturbed.

As for Mikey... He was a night owl. He stayed up all the time. He slept in late, and stayed up late. He decided to have Frank and Pete stay the night.

His mother could care less who comes over and stays the night. As long as her kids aren't dying, she didn't care. After dinner, Mikey and his new friends found their way to Mikey's room. Gerard was above them, sleeping in the attic. He loved the attic. His mother said that he could paint on the walls if he wanted to.

Blank walls were depressing.

Gerard stripped of his clothes. He eyed the big duffle bag with most of his girlier clothes. He only wore them around the house to make himself feel prettier. Every now and then, his mother would convince him to wear them to the market or something. Gerard liked to do that.

He stood up, going over to his door. He checked to see if it had a lock.

It didn't.

Hissing under his breath, Gerard just hoped no one needed to talk to him for a while.

Once he was semi-convinced that no one would come up to Gerard's room, he walked over to the duffle bag. He gripped it hard, tugging it up onto his bed. It would give him a good reason to unpack as well. He sprawled the pretty clothes all over his bed, smiling at them. Gerard really liked them.

He stood and took the empty duffle bag, stuffing it under his bed. He didn't need it now.

Gerard had a dresser set up in his room, complete with an old vanity mirror. It was really pretty, in Gerard's opinion. He already had most of his makeup laid out over the surface of the tiny dresser. Gerard walked over to it, sitting down in the old wooden chair. He scooted up, tying his hair back with a ponytail. Gerard began putting the makeup on, contour and all that jazz. He was pretty good at it too. He had enough experience to know what looked good on him.

His pale face was covered in porcelain foundation, eyebrows filled in as dark as his dyed hair. He put on his favorite peach lipgloss, as well as inky black eyeliner and doll-like false eyelashes. Dabbing on faint bits of blush, Gerard looked at himself in the mirror. He was only in his boxers.It looked a little silly. Gerard chuckled the tiniest little bit as he looked at his girly face, down his pale, girly body. If he had breasts, he would seem like a girl. He already looked like a petite girl.

He liked it a little bit. He never wanted to be a female, though. Gerard was content with having a cock and no tits. Male was fine to him. He felt like a boy. He just liked to be pretty sometimes.

Gerard stood, scooting the chair back. He hummed lightly, waltzing over to his bed. It would just be ridiculous to wear boxers under a pretty skirt, so Gerard yanked them down to his ankles and kicked them off. His pale hands reached for a pair of panties. His favorite panties. They were white and lacy, nearly the color of his milky white skin. Gerard pulled them up, stuffing his junk inside of them.

Gerard wasn't the "biggest", but he didn't care. He was gay, and he wasn't a top. His dick size didn't matter. He wasn't like, microscopic, but he surely wasn't something to awe at. Enough talk about that.

Gerard had a matching bra. He didn't have breasts to fill it, but panties without a matching bra was just absurd. He only bought bras with no wire, that went flat to his chest. There were many petite women in the world, and luckily, there was an abundance of gorgeous bras for them. Once his undergarments were situated, Gerard grabbed his stockings. When Gerard went girly, he went all out. He rolled the thin material up his legs, sitting down on his white sheets. They were white, making his pale skin more cadaverously vampiric. He liked it. It was pretty.

Now, for the actual outfit. Gerard stood again, grabbing a high waisted skirt. It was a pastel blue one, pleated with thin layers of cloth under it to make it more poofy. It wasn't too puffy, just slightly.

He looked at himself in the mirror, smiling. Gerard looked himself up and down, taking his ponytail out and letting his hair fall down his shoulders. His eyes glanced to the left, seeing movement in the mirror. Gerard froze, his eyes latching onto the figure. It was Frank, standing with Gerard's door wide open.

Gerard whipped around, screeching. "Out! Get out!" He grabbed a shoe off the floor, whipping it in Frank's direction. His face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. "Get out!" Frank's eyes widened at the sight and he backed up as Gerard kept hurling items at him. He shut the door as quick as he could, bolting away.