Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Teenagers

Gerard followed Frank into the cafeteria. He wouldn't have thought they could hold group therapy in here, the place was full with just the benches in it.

"You're gonna hate it." Frank's words echoed through his head as he entered the room.

It looked like they'd divided them by age, this must be the "teen" group. The three skeletal girls were seated on one of the benches, an ancient man in a shirt and tie who could only be the therapist sat opposite them.
He looked to be in his early 60's and his snow-white hair curled around his ears. He'd clearly made an attempt to brush his hair over his bald spot at the back of his head, and he wore giant horn-rimmed glasses that had slid halfway down his nose.

He looks like an accounting professor. Gerard thought, Where'd they dig him up?

Another girl sat at the far end of the bench, she had bleached blonde hair and sported a gigantic blue hoodie that she'd cut thumb holes into. She had her hood up and appeared to be ignoring the others.
Across from her, looking straight at Gerard, was a boy with a wide forehead and glasses. He looked as standard as they come, wearing a brown polo shirt and blue jeans. The eye contact made Gerard uncomfortable, and he looked down at his shoes instinctively.

Frank hadn't broken stride, making a beeline for the next bench over.
There was plenty of room on the first bench, and it looked like that's where they were supposed to be.

Gerard headed slowly towards Frank, but the old man called out to him.

"C'mere son! Have a seat with us why don't'cha?" He patted the table welcomingly.

Gerard shot a glance over to Frank, who was busy picking rocks out of his shoe treads.

Maybe he didn't want me to follow him...

He took a seat between Hoodie Girl and the old man. He could see Frank out of the corner of his eye. He watched as he rolled his eyes dramatically and slumped into his far bench, arms crossed.

Shit I hope he's not mad I sat here... oh well.

"Welcome back everyone! We've got a new face joining us today," he smiled over at Gerard, "so let's be sure to say our names as we go around. I want you all to share one interesting thing that happened to you since I saw you last. Good or bad, just tell me what it was, and how you felt about it."

The circle started with the skeletal girls, making Gerard last. He wondered briefly if Frank would share.

"I'm Bri, and one interesting thing I did this week is I ate dessert for the first time in 5 years!" She was bouncing up and down as she spoke. The other skeletal girls applauded her, Hoodie Girl muttered a sarcastic 'woo', and they moved on.

Gerard forgot all of their names as soon as they'd said them. He wasn't interested in getting to know them anyway.

The younger of the skeletal girls shared she'd talked to her brother on the phone, the one Gerard had been in the visiting room with said her mom had come to see her. She looked far happier about it than she should've given the interactions he'd witnessed.
The tall guy stuttered really badly through his sharing time, "I'm T- T- Terrence, and I've b- been doing a l- l- much better at not oversh- sharing." He said triumphantly.