Demented

Fucking Rabbit (Continued)

"I gotta feed him," Frank stated. "You gotta feed him."

"Why do I have to feed it?"

"Because your his father too," Frank said, matter of factly.

Gerard, who was to the right of the cage, said, "So it's like we're married?"

"Yeah," he smirked. Gerard rolled his eyes, with an odd hint of lust and sexiness.

"Here," Frank tossed a bag of food over to him, clicking his tongue.

"What the fuck is this?"

"It's hay."

"Hay? I thought they ate carrots and some shit. Wh-where do they even find hay in the forest. I-I.."

"Doesn't matter."

"Okay umm. How do I feed it exactly?"

"Give it a fourth of a cup."

"Oh. Okay." Gerard awkwardly poured the hay in the measuring cup. Frank gave him a reassuring nod. He then proceeded to pour that into a red bowl.

"Good job. Now you have to give Andy water."

"Fine. Uh, mm how much?"

"Half a cup." Gerard followed the directions and did a pretty good job.

"I'm a natural."

"Sure you are," Frank smiled.

"It's cold in here."

"It is. Damn, they need to do something about the fucking heater."

Gerard nodded and grabbed his notebook that had the pencil in the spiral. He climbed to Frank's bed, put his comforter on top himself, and began his picture. Frank smiled at Andy and joined Gerard. He of course went under the blanket with him (A/N No homo).

Just watching Gerard draw was Frank's aesthetic . He was talented and so creative, but never irrational. If Gerard was a pop star, let's just say Frank would buy every Tiger Beat™ issue with his picture on the cover. And collect every poster like he did with Andy Biersack. Gerard didn't need to know the bunny was named after Andy Biersack. Or of the posters of him in his duffle bag...

"Frank, should I make the line go to the right or left?"

"Right."

"Thanks."

"By the way, Dr. Bitch wanted me to tell you that you have a therapy session the entire time at block one."

"Fuck. I was going to do something for you at that time."

"Hmm?"

"I have a surprise for you."

A huge smiled appeared on his face. "Really?!"

Gerard giggled at his sudden burst of energy. "Yes, really. You'll really like it. I'll show it to you Tuesday."

"Thank you so much!"

"I love seeing you happy. You have such a wonderful smile too. Your eyes become bright. It's like you become the literal Sun when your happy. And your laugh is so adorable. I love your laugh so much. Your so ugh! I don't know! Just so... adorable."

Frank was blushing so hard and was just beaming. The whole experience was cute and made Frank's heart run a marathon.

"And your blushing is adorable too. Every single thing about you is absolutely, positively cute."

And God damn did the blushing continue. Frank wasn't sure if he should kiss him or thank him. "Thanks. A lot," he giggled.

"Aaand you're very helpful."

"Well, I guess."

"You really are. I can see denial in your eyes. Stop denying all the great things about yourself," Gerard told him in pure seriousness.

"I'm not great."

"Don't say that! You are."

"I really don't think I am," Frank sat up. Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"Fuck, why not?"

"Just," he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm really not."

"A bunch of shit is falling out your mouth.

"I'm a a barely decent person." Frank was incredibly ready to end this conversation. They always got embarrassingly personal.

"Bu-." Frank cut him off.

"I hate talking about this. These kind of things in general."

"Okay, I'll stop."

"Thank you."

Gerard punched his arm playfully. "Your great."

Frank punched him back. "So are you."

Gerard lied on his stomach again and Frank did the same. "Hmm, should I shade this part? Or leave it alone. Like, I feel like it if I did, it would contrast. That would look cool. But if I did that, it may look unfinished. Your thoughts?"

"Shade it, definitely."

"Okay." With Frank's advice, Gerard shaded the right side of the bedroom.

"You have to feeeed Andy some vegetables after lunch fyi."

"So it does eat vegetables?"

"Yeah. And hay."

"Is there even hay in their environment? I-im so confused. Never mind. How's it going with you and Dr. Eston?"

"Well." Frank paused. "He wants me to hug my inner child."

"Ha! Dr. Bitch told me not to hug mine! That I already do enough of that!"

"I don't really want to hug my inner child. It's not like my childhood was the best."

"You still are a child," Gerard pointed out.

"Well, you're an adult."

"Well I must be a pedophile because, well, I sleep with you in this bed every night."

"Don't see me complaining."

Gerard laughed really loudly. "But I don't ever follow the law anyway."

"But there are the Romeo and Juliet laws. So likely a relationship between us would be legal."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about those. I don't really see a problem with a sixteen and eighteen year old dating."

"Neither do I. Fifteen and eighteen year old, yeah, that's pretty weird, but the law protects that, so." Frank shrugged.

"Doesn't that cover just sexual relationships though? Like isn't that supposed to define rape or something. 'Cause we're not having sex or anything like that. " Gerard said half smiling.

"Yeah, it does actually. Now that I think of it." Frank smirked. The two were so obviously flirting. The way they looked at each other with lust. And the way they smiled at each other with desire and greed. They were both thinking about how badly they wanted to fuck each other into the mattress. The two young men just eyed each other. Frank felt Gerard's unwavering eyes, that were piercing through his very soul, leaving him naked before his gaze, not sexually but metaphorically.

His eyes looked past Frank's every imperfection. They truly only saw who Frank really was. Frank was screwed up: depressed, anxiety, suicide attempts, self harm, poor body image, emotional attachment, and a severe lack of social skills. Gerard didn't see that. Our problems don't define us. Gerard saw Frank, the real Frank no one else could see. He could only view a sweet boy who was caring, helpful, intriguing, and kind. Gerard had a lot of information on him. Although, there were things Frank wasn't revealing. Gerard knew he'd know later, as he was intelligent enough to get him to spill his heart out. Empaths saw love through rose-colored glass, but sociopaths were free of them.

A/N Hello, here is part two. No, that is not just a pic of Dan Howell lol. It has writing at the bottom, I found it on instagram. Hope you have a great day. Boob squeeze.