Demented

I'll Finally Tell You My Problems, You Deserve It

"Gerard, do you want to know what's been going on with me still?" Frank asked, as the two sat on his bed. Gerard nodded eagerly. "You've endured a lot today, you deserve it." Frank drew in a deep breath. "Um. So, I've been having these nightmares. Of the ki-kids who would bully me." Gerard nodded. "I-I it's.. Well I dream of them beating me up. Ki-ki-ki-kicking me, and punching me. Li-like they used to." He paused. "It's like it's real though. It feels real, and it's so vivid. And I'm just so scared, Gerard. I-I-I...erm, I jerk because it's like I can really feel it." He stopped.

"Why do you call my name?"

"Be-Because, you're there. And I-I need you to help me. And you d-do. Thank you."

"Ah."

"And there's him."

"Who's him? Gerard questioned. Frank opened his mouth and closed it. He pursed his lips and bit on the bottom one. "Frank?"

"I-I-I can't tell you. I'm sorry," he finally responded, tears brewing.

"Why?"

"It's complicated. And extremely hard to talk about."

"Everything's hard to talk about with you isn't it?" Gerard was getting pretty furious. Frank finally opened up and just as quickly closed down.

"I know...I'm sorry. I really am."

"Why can't you tell me?"

"It freaks me out to talk about it. Im a horrible friend, I know."

"You really are." Making him feel guilty was his plan. To make Frank feel bad.

"One day, okay? I really suck at shit, don't I?"

"You do," Gerard smiled. Frank chuckled and kicked his converse off.

"Gee?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for constantly annoying you with my crying in the middle of the night and my constant ne-nee-need of you around me. Plus the fact that I sit with you at breakfast, lunch and dinner. I know you'd rather be alone. Same with outside time. I'm really just a burden to you."

Gerard was a bit taken aback. Frank had this all wrong. He was somewhat happy with Frank around. He didn't get as bored as often with him around. Boredom was something that Gerard seriously couldn't deal with. Boredom led to bad things. "Frank, that is not true. Nothing you just said was true. You're nowhere near a burden to me." Frank shrugged. "You really aren't."

The younger boy licked his lips. "Sure."

"If you were, I would've already taken advantage of you and gotten rid of you by now," Gerard said, speaking in remembrance of his high school years. He kicked his converse (similar to Frank's) Frank nodded and lied down. "Why do you think I hate you?"

"Everyone always has."

"Oh. Haha, I can relate. I don't hate you though."

"That's a first. Dude, I've never even had a friend. Not one I'm my-my life," Frank told him.

"I got some in high school. You know? When a bunch of crazy shit went down?"

"Yeah. What was your breaking point?"

"What ya mean?"

"Like, why did you kill that guy? Why didn't you kill anyone before?"

"I couldn't stand the thought of someone accusing me of lying and them being the ones actually lying. For once, I'm not lying about something, and then I get something pinned against me. He was irritating and needed to shut his mouth. You know the rest of the story."

"Oh. Well, I think I'm gonna go to sleep. Goodnight Gerard."

"Goodnight to you too."

A/N I know the picture attached has absolutely nothing to do with absolutely anything. But bask in it! Gerard's an ass isn't he? But Frankie is such a smol bean. PINOF 7 this Sunday. Excuse me while I cry. I'm pretty sure my friend Paul is sexually harassing me. Any advice? My crush Zach is such a cutie. How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was nice. Things white people do: Watch Mythbusters while eating crackers and peanut butter. Lolzer. I also find Adam from Mythbusters cute. I know he's old but... he's pretty cute...I need help. Dear Panda God.