Hola everyone, here is the republished version of WOMH !

Here is Gerard

Frank

And Anthony

Don't hesitate to like and comment, blablabla... no but really, it helps a lot :3

At the beginning, every teen is 16 except Mikey who is 15.

Also, when I say that Gerard or somebody else is worthless and all, I don't mean it, it's just a retranscription of what they think at the moment.

Full italic sentences are direct thoughts of the characters, just so you know.

I won't put trigger warnings, just know that there will definitely be fluff, but also angst (and maybe smut idk *wink wonk*)

As I'm posting this, the story's already fully written and I'm just sooo proud of it, I really wanted to write a long story ! Enough talking, enjoy <3

XO - Ele

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Gerard was woken up on this September morning -at 6 am to be precise- by a sweet Green Day melody, specifically American Idiot : his alarm clock.

Not that Gerard liked getting up at 6am - he wasn't exactly an early bird - waking up at dawn really wasn't something natural for him, but today was his first day at his new school and he really didn't want to be late, so he had set his alarm earlier to have all the time he needed to dress up and get ready.

Today is going to be tedious...

Mikey, his little brother, would probably wake up at the last second, as usual.

Gerard groaned in complain and frustration, missing his precious twelve hours of sleep that he hadn't had. He groped for his alarm clock and turned the device off with a riled swing of his hand.

He sat up cracking his joints and plodded to his wardrobe, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

Now was dress up time, one of the most important steps of the morning.

Gerard had learnt that sadly people mostly judge others on their appearance before getting to know them, which means that he needed to look perfect. His appearances was very important to him, it would determine if he would get to sit at the cool kids' table or get bullied for the rest of the year. 

Gerard paced back and forth, he had no clue of what to wear. He needed to look hot but not too vulgar, not too cheap but not expensive either, not-

"Damnit Gerard..." Mikey entered his room without even knocking, interrupting his thoughts.

He looked exhausted, his glasses were skewed and he had the mark of his pillow on his cheek. He obviously hadn't looked at himself in the mirror yet.

"Already up? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Gerard laughed.

"Oh, shut up. You woke me." Mikey rolled his eyes. "Why so early anyway?"

"I need to look perfect."

"There's no such thing as perfection."

"True, but I can try to get close to it."

"Good luck with that." Mikey yawned and left, probably going back to sleep.

Gerard paced around his room in circles like the most enormous cliché of a person that is hardly trying to reason, all he was missing was the pensive chin-rubbing.

He was hesitating between multiple outfits and he eventually opted for tight black leather pants with a black golden-buckled leather belt. He put on a t-shirt that shaded from white at the collar to black at the hem-line, and a black denim jacket above it. He chose his black combat boots with golden buckles on the side to match his belt.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Casual, great.

Now, his face. Gerard combed his short red hair with his fingers, trying to keep it a bit tousled.

He didn't like his chubby features, it made him look like a baby. Luckily, makeup was here to improve that thing he had to call a face.

He took the eyeliner and lightly traced around his hazel eyes. His eye color cas the only thing he truly liked about himself and didn't feel the need to conceal or modify. It was the only part of him that would never get alter no matter how much he would age or how much he would cry.

That's better. Not too much, I don't want to look like a panda.

Then he carefuly applied concealer under his eyes to hide his dreadfully purplish rings.

He got downstairs, quickly followed by Mikey with his eternal grey beanie on his chestnut hair. He was mostly dressed in black too.

Mikey whistled. "Wow, if you don't get a date in the week, then I have very bad taste -or I can't think like you teenagers, it depends."

Gerard blushed. He wasn't interested in dating, not after what happened. He was just so socially anxious!

Gerard just wanted to fit in, to be popular and loved - no matter who loved him. He wanted a true love story, and he was waiting for the right person to show up, his prince charming. He wanted to be sure that his lover would never hurt him -but Gerard knew very well that life didn't work that way.

Life isn't a fairytale and love hurts, and Gerard didn't want to be hurt anymore.

"Mikey, you're also a teen, you're 15."

"Yeah but still, I consider myself a child." he said before slurping his Capri-Sun.

Gerard rolled his eyes but deep down, he found his brother adorable and so precious.

Gerard didn't eat anything, he never did in the morning. He had somehow lost the habit of eating breakfast, and right now he wasn't feeling hungry anyway.

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late."

"What?!"

"Gee, it took you an eternity to pick your outfit."

"Holy shit, it's almost 8 am ! We're gonna be late !"

"That's what I'm saying." Mikey shrugged.

Gerard grabbed his bag and dragged Mikey what do you mean of his hands with Mikey's other one still holding a PB&J sandwich.

No no no, they couldn't be late, not on their first day !! They ran down the street and arrived at the school a little bit after 8 am, and only very few students were still strolling in the hallways.

After seeing his brother off, Gerard confusedly ran around the corridors, completely lost.

Where the hell is my class??

He bumped into a taller man's chest and looked up in bewilderment, muttering : "sorry."

"It's okay. You're looking for your classroom, right? You have, what, math?"

Gerard nodded. The man seemed very kind, which was comforting to him as he was very embarrassed.

"Then it's the last one on the left, down the hall. This school is a bit of a maze, especially when you skip the tour", he chuckled. "I'm Ray Toro, and you better get going."

"Uh, G-Gerard. Thanks Ray..."

Gerard strode to the classroom, and took a deep breath before he knocked the door and waltzed in, not waiting for a response.

All the students were sitting and eyeing him, but that's not the thing that surprised Gerardthe most and made his heart skip a beat...

They were all in uniform.

Oh fuck...

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