Demented

:-OTickling is Emo asf

Gerard found himself on Frank's bed. Frank was taking longer than usual to return from showers.

"Sorry. Dr. NeverGetsOffMyCase wouldn't let me go," Frank explained as he entered the room. Dr. NeverGetsOffMyCase was Dr. Eston. Frank joined him on the bed. Frank and Gerard had grown close over the month. Although, Gerard had suspected something about Frank. Frank always got a little too close to Gerard. He also looked at him with adoring eyes. Could Frank like him? Gerard was becoming sure of it to be honest. Gerard didn't return any feelings. Hell, they weren't even friends. Yet no one else would say the same since they always spent every waking hour with each other.

"We're just people who do friend things together," Gerard would tell people.

Frank moved his green piece across the board gracefully. Gerard noticed Frank looking a little distant. "What ya thinking about?"

"Nothing," Frank dismissed. Gerard knew he wasn't telling the truth, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He was going to get what he wanted, no matter what.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Nothing."

"You're lying."

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Frank snapped. Gerard frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. Frank noticed. "I'm sorry for yelling," Frank apologized. Gerard got off his bed. "No. Come on," Frank pleaded. Gerard sat on his own bed, furious. Frank kept apologizing and begging him. He walked over to him and unexpectedly started tickling him. Gerard started laughing and he turned a dark shade of red. He collapsed on his back and Frank kept going. Frank put both knees on either side of him.

"St-op!" Gerard exclaimed in between laughs.

"Not unless you promise me you'll play!"

"I-I promise!" Frank stopped.

"That's what you get for being an asshole." Frank got off of him and went back to his previous position. Gerard dragged himself over there too.

"I'm proud of being an asshole, for your information."

"I can tell. Asshole."

"Asshole is an interesting word. Just think about it."

"I'd rather not," the younger laughed.

"Why won't you tell me, anyway?"

"It's hard to talk about. I'm sorry for getting mad at you. But, I just wish you would stop pushing things."

"If I ask a question, I'm entitled to an answer. Aren't I?"

"That's not the way things work, Gerard."

"Why not? Why shouldn't I know answers?" Gerard was pushing it again.

"First of all, you're not the main character in that book, A Splitting of the Mind. Secondly, if it interferes with someone's personal business, then it's not your right to know."

"Says what, Frank?" Gerard questioned.

"It's like an unwritten law. You don't have the right to know everything about me."

"But, of course, you can tell me because you want to."

"Well, I don't want to," Frank pointed out.

"Why not?"

"Like I said before, it's hard to talk about. Now, we're just going in circles."

"Well, we'll just keep going in circles until we get somewhere." Frank sighed. "Also, you didn't stumble at all."

"Oh. You're right," Frank realized.

"Nice job, kid."

"Thank you," Frank beamed.

"I don't really wanna play anymore. I want to draw."

"That's fine. Can I watch? I like when you draw."

"Sure. Can you hand me a piece of paper and a pencil?"

Frank reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the yellow pad and a newly sharpened pencil. "Here you go," he said passing them to Gerard.

Gerard took hold oh his items and began to sketch a tree. It looked like the ones you read about in scary books. Gerard never looked up, he stayed concentrated. After a little while, Frank found himself leaning a little into Gerard. A little later, Frank's temple was resting on his shoulder. Once Gerard was finished, he lifted it up and showed Frank.

"Wow. You're really talented, you know?"

"Thanks." Before Gerard could leave, Frank stopped him.

"Would you mind sleeping with me again?" Gerard could see absolute fear in his eyes.

"No." Gerard placed his drawing on his bed and went back to Frank. He climbed under the covers.

Things were peaceful until twelve. Frank started fidgeting. Gerard kept glancing at him. He figured he was having a nightmare. But he started to kick his legs harder and his breathing was terribly uneven. He squeezed out sounds from his mouth.

"Ge. Gerard," he said through gritted teeth, still asleep. Gerard shook him.

"Frank. Wake up."

Frank inhaled sharply and started crying. "Stop!"

Gerard sat up. "Frank what's wrong?" he asked, still trying to wake him up. Frank kept squirming. He was trying to say something but kept wincing.

"Pl-please!" he cried out, as if he was begging someone. "Stop." He clutched his stomach as if someone touched it. Kicked him perhaps. He was gasping for air. Frank was shaking and crying and wouldn't respond to Gerard's voice. Gerard placed his head in his lap, trying to stabilize him. "Gerrrarrd!" Gerard figured he was having a bizarre panic attack. "Why. Do-do-o you ah-alwayss do this?" Frank sobbed.

Gerard rubbed his head cooing, "Everything's fine, Frank." Frank violently twisted his head to the right like someone punched him. He ran his fingers down his cheeks.

"Oh. God. I-I juss...." Frank grasped his arm. Frank shot up awake, immediantly falling into a teary mess. He clutched to Gerard's shirt, crying heavily. He lurched over the bed to the trash can and threw up. Frank extended his arm and reached for a tissue. After wiping his mouth he fell back to Gerard weeping again.

"What happened?"

"I...Eh....th...." Frank couldn't manage to get a word out. He collapsed on top of Gerard, hugging him. Gerard wrapped his arms around him. Frank continued to cry, unable to explain what happened.