Demented

A Very No Homo Christmas Eve

"Frank you really suck at pull ups," Bob said in all honesty.

"No shit Sherlock. Gerard, can you do this?"

Gerard looked up. He took one more glance of the gory, horrendous murder scene he had drawn and stood up. "Yeah." Gerard took off his black gloves and placed his hands on the bar. He did one. Then another. And many more to follow.

"Fuck, those sit ups really do a lot for your upper body strength," Frank commented.

"He works out?" Bob asked, unconvinced.

Gerard nodded, taking offence. He let go and went back to his prior spot.

"He's such a hermit," Bob whispered to Frank.

"I know. But he's not all that bad. Honestly."

"You're smitten."

"Am not."

"Dude's a killer, be careful."

"Shut up." Frank licked his chapped lips and looked at Gee.

"He really loves drawing. What the fuck does he draw?"

"Bunch of stuff. People, comics, outdoors, food even," Frank replied.

"Why is he so social when we're at the table? I mean, it's like he actually knows how to."

Frank shrugged. "He can socialize, he just chooses not too."

"Why does Gerard always talk to you though?"

"I don't know man."

Gerard drew silently. Every detail down to a 'T'. Little blood splatters, wrinkled clothing, and tape that outlined the deceased. Gerard had thoughts.

Once he finished, he placed the paper in the back of his notebook, and awaited for Frank's return. Frank looked over at Gerard who was just staring at him.

"Creepy," Bert stated.

"Yeah," Bob agreed. Frank told the two goodbye and sat with Gee.

"Hey," Gerard greeted.

"Hi. Christmas is tomorrow, are you sure you don't want anything?"

"I'm sure."

"Most likely they aren't coming, so you're stuck with me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Gerard smiled, knowing who they were. Frank smiled back. "There's gonna be fucking cookies at dinner man. Cookies."

"What kind?"

"Sugar, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle. Snickerdoodle cookies can suck my ass though, that shit is nasty."

Frank nodded as Jamia called the two over. They walked over to her and she set her hand on her hip.

"What do you want?" Gerard asked, not so kindly.

"Linds and I wanna know if y'all are dating."

"We aren't."

"You two would be so cute together,"she cooed.

Gerard rolled his eyes. Then, the whistle was blown. He walked, hands in his pockets, next to Frank, inside.
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Gerard sat down at his table bearing macaroni and cheese, a breadstick, mashed potatoes, and tea. Frank sat down too, withholding the same dishes.

"Tea's pretty good." Gerard nodded.

"Nice and sweet."

"Hey faggot!" Someone smacked Frank in the back of his head. He turned around and saw Matt Pelissier smirking. Frank ignored him and turned back around. Gerard widened his eyes at him in disbelief that he wasn't going to defend himself. Frank shrugged and mouthed that it was okay. Gerard shook his head and stood up.