Demented

Writer's Block

It had been two weeks. Frank continued to have dreams and Gerard slept with him every night. Gerard never questioned what was happening to him. He shook, cried, and vomited. Afterwards, he always clung to Gerard. Frank and Gerard were good friends. Nothing too special... to Gerard at least. Their friendship meant whole world to Frank; he cherished every moment. He looked up to Gerard, although he was an aggressive, lying piece of shit. Gerard possessed this confidence, self radiating charm. He was sexy, intriguing, and in a non self conscious way, mysterious. Frank's mouth watered and eyes glistened whenever he laid eyes on him.

While Frank was watching Gerard draw, (head on his shoulder of course) he popped a question, wanting to know more about his new found companion. "Would you ever see yourself getting married?"

"Hmm, I don't really know. Marriage seems nice and all, but I don't want to be held down.

"What about kids?"

"Kids are cool. Relatable. I like them. I'm not sure about raising them though. What about you though?"

"I'd love to get married and have kids," Frank stated beaming, thinking of a house with a white picket fence, living the normal apple pie life. "Hey, if you could marry anyone in the facility, who would it be? Staff included."

"Hm, I'd think I'd marry you."

Frank was beyond happy. His name being Gerard's answer never even crossed his mind. And his mind went deep into the dark abyss of Heaven and Hell. "Re-really?" Frank tried to get out without trying to sound like a star struck girl.

"Yes," Gerard reassured him smiling. "You're cool. That's a characteristic not many people have."