Sanity (Frerard)

Poor Pete (Bert knows how to roast people)

I was mostly silent for that day.

I was perfectly content observing.

I couldn't stop admiring my shirt.

Then Bert nudged my shoulder
"I bought you a Jack Daniels."

He scooted the bottle to me.

I took it,
Popped the cap open,
"Thank you, Bert."

Of course I drank it,

He knew it was my favorite.

I drank until I felt tipsy,
That's when I had to stop.

I didn't want it to get worse.

I told Bert to hold it,

And I laid on his shoulder.

I didn't seem to even care about the possibility of him touching me.

I wasn't paranoid at all.

I'm never paranoid when I'm high.

I yawned.
"Gerard, you can't go to sleep, it's daytime."
Pete had a distinct look in his eye.

I got off of Bert,
"You're right."

Pat looked fearful too.

Did he know about that night?!?

"I'm going to leave."

And I sway out.

I just wasn't in the mood anymore
For people.
I wanted to nap at home too,
And I couldn't there.

I'm almost at the door
Until Bert interrupts me.

"By the way, Gerard, I didn't know what size you were.
So I just guessed.
If it doesn't fit,
I can buy you a new one."

"No, you don't have to-"

Even though I was wobbly,

and sounded a little off,

I could perfectly process the words to say:

"I will."

I looked at him.

Why was he buying all these things for me?

"Do you want your Jack Daniels?"

Out he revealed
A shining glass bottle.

"Of course I do!"
And I
Snatch it from him.

I start on my way
When I'm interrupted again.
But by Patrick.

"I don't think you should have any more of that," He told me,

"Is it okay if I throw it away?"

I nod, and struggle to give it to him.

Like the first night I met him,

Bert is holding me up for support.

Oh-
And,

Here comes Pete.

Pat's lost duckling.
His personal puppy.

"I don't think you should go home alone, since you're sort of drunk."

"Yeah, I know,"
Thanks for looking out for me, Pat.

"Do you want me to drive you home?
You can tell me all the directions and stuff."

"Sure. Thanks, Pat."

"No problem."

Of course the comment gets Bert's attention.

Pete fiddles with his fingers
As Bert asks if he can come too

"No, you can not." Pat snaps,
"There's not enough room in my car you for."

Bert's not convinced,
"We all know your boyfriend Pete will go too."

Pete almost chokes, his face is tomato red.

Oh man.

"I'm not his boyfriend!" Pete snaps.

"Then why do you follow him around everywhere?!? You can't leave Patrick alone!"

"That's because he's Pete!" Pat defends, "that's what he does. And I like it because I like being with him. And he'll fit into the car somehow."

I shoot a look at Pat.

Pete looks like he's dying.

"Gerard, let's go." Patrick says.

I follow.

Oh god,

Poor Pete.