Demented

The One Where He Sees Your Murderous Drawings

  "See?" Gerard said to Frank, as the two peered into his notebook.

  "Oh...damn."

  "You see how realistic the guts look?"

  "Ohum, yeah.."

  "It took forever to do the shading and the blood."

  "Do you ever draw anyone in particular?"Frank inquired.

   "Oh yeah. See?" He flipped three pages back. "It's Matt."

  "Why Matt?"

  "M'still pissed at him."

  "Oh. Gerard, that was like a month ago."

  "I know, but I still want to kill him. Here's Dr. Cunt." Her name had been changed due to a personal conversation she and Gerard had.

  "Why does this one make me happy? Oh my God, she's hanging by a noose, and I'm smiling."

  Gerard chuckled. "The fear in her eyes makes me happy too, babe."

  Frank stared at the picture. "G-Gee, have you ever drawn a picture like that of me?"

  "No."

  "That's relieving."

  "I have the occasional thought of killing you, but I don't want to."

  "Oh..."

  Frank rested his head on his shoulder. He was really questioning why he was in love with Gerard. He murdered someone and doesn't care that they're dead. He made pictures of dead people. He has some serious anger problems. Frank had came to the conclusion that he was as crazy as he was.

  "Gee, Lindsey and Jamia are sitting with us at lunch."

  "Does that not seem suspicious?"

  "Hmm?"

  "They're gonna ask if we're together. They're like those Destiel shippers. They probably write fanfiction about us."

  Frank laughed, but soon stopped. Gerard seemed pretty on point with this one. "True."

  "No one else wanted to come?"

  "No."

  "Fuck. They definitely planned this. Now, they're going to bother the fuck out of us."

  "I'm sorry."

  "It's fine. Well, the situation isn't fine, but don't blame yourself."

  "Kay."

Gerard lied his upper body on Frank's thighs. He positioned his notebook on his bent knees and began drawing. Frank observed as he drew a blood spattered Jamia and Lindsey. Frank accepted this. Fuck, he was crazy. Crazy for accepting this. Maybe he was like a Ronnie Radke fan girl. They liked him, although he started a fight that led to a kid getting killed, missed court multiple times, threw a microphone stand that hit two people, and hit his girlfriend.

   Gerard looked at Frank and smiled. That smile really got to him. So charming, so sexy, so beautiful. Yet, there was something "off" about it. To be honest, there's always been something "off" with Gerard's presence, but Frank has never been able to pinpoint it.

  

 

A/N: So, this chapter had some revising. So I'm gonna copy and paste what I originally had down.I love how this became about Ronnie Radke. *Boob squeeze* Here it is:

Frank hated Radke. But he was in love with Gerard. That made him think of a post he made with the "confused black girl" meme. It said, "When someone hates on you for liking Onision, but they like Ronnie Radke." Well, wasn't Ronnie Radke worse than Onision? Yes. Wasn't Gerard worse than Ronnie Radke? Yes.

  Frank was a fucking hypocrite. Frank fucking hated hypocrites. Another reason to hate himself.

   But, at least Gerard was rational enough to know that throwing a mike stand was idiotic. Gerard didn't miss his court dates for the crime he commited. Gerard told Frank he had never been in a relationship before and was a virgin, so he's never hit his boyfriend. Gerard killed someone, and he didn't even care. Gerard couldn't help not caring, so Frank dismissed that. If Ronnie killed somebody and felt bad, Frank would hate him.

  Frank finally got rid this overwhelming thought. He loved Gerard, Radke could go fuck a fly for all he cared.

  Lmao. I'm sitting here, all itchy again. It's quite unbearable. Hoped you enjoyed the chapter.