Demented

Not as Secretive as Dan and Phil's Valentine's Day Video

Gerard stared at Frank. Frank had fallen asleep after they had both woken up. Frank, as always, looked beautiful. Gerard sat in his bed, thinking about how perfect he was. As perfect as someone could get anyways. He loved him.

He was going to tell him today. It was Valentine's Day, after all. A day of emotions targeted to gullible people.

Valentine's Day, a romantic day to tell someone you love them. It appeals to people because of it's romantic definition. A way to attack the emotions, and enlighten the mind of someone's view on me. Perfect.

Gerard quickly grabbed his notebook out of his drawer, along with a pencil. He licked his lips and pondered what to write on the blank sheet. A "confession" of love as one would put it. Or as Gerard would say, "the truth put in a dramatic form." Where to start was the question. He started simple.

He wrote, and wrote, and wrote. He kept it blunt. Gerard finished just as he heard footsteps approaching. He quickly shoved the ripped off sheet under a pillow. Dr. Eston smiled as he opened the door. "Hello, Gerard."

"Morning."

Dr. Eston gently shook Frank awake. Frank sat up and yawned. He connected eye contact with Gerard. Gerard, being the off beat person he is, was just hawk eyeing him. Frank dismissed it, since he sometimes did this. He grabbed his clothes that sat on top his suitcase at the end of his bed and went to change in the bathroom and to brush his teeth.

Frank and Eston exited the room. Gerard put the notebook, paper, and pencil in the drawer of his nightstand. He scrutinized the picture frame that depicted him and Mikey that stood proudly on top it.

He tilted his head, similarly to the way Jason Voorhees would, and half smiled. Gerard brushed his hair behind his ears with his hands. The beckoning call to do something active was pulling at him. Boredom felt like a trap to him, and he hated the lack of control. He stood up and rubbed his eyes. He traveled to the barred window and gazed out. Blue sky, green grass, birds chirping. Gerard's hands found a steady, rapid beat on his knees. He swayed a bit, until he heard people approaching. Gerard calmly sat back down on his bed, crossing his legs.

"Good morning," Nurse Abilene greeted. Gerard smirked. Everyone else in the room tensed up. "Time to take your medicine."

Gerard smiled maliciously. He stood on the bed and one of the nurses came forward. He grabbed for his arm, but Gerard immediately elbowed his face. Gerard wore a sinister simile.
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After the altercation, Gerard dressed himself in his white t-shirt, blue sweatpants, and Vans. He combed his hair back in the bathroom, brushed his teeth (a hygiene problem he's been lacking on), and put on deodorant.

He retrieved the "love letter" from the nightstand. His eyes skimmed the paper, checking for grammar mistakes. Gerard folded it in half and wrote, "Frank". He sat it on Frank's bed and left the room.

As he entered the cafeteria his eyes fell upon Frank. Frank was staring down at his food eating, a bit stiff, being his socially anxious self. Gerard sent him a smile as he walked by.

He grabbed a packet of cherry Poptarts™ and poured orange juice into a glass. As he slid into the chair next to Frank, Frank looked up and beamed.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Happy Valentine's Day," Gerard smiled back. He, of course, faked the smile and excitement.

"I sneaked you a breakfast cookie," Frank held his hand out. "Since I was here early, and they were still bringing things out, I stole it just for you."

"Awe. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"So, Ray and Bob want to know if you want to get started on the project tomorrow."