Demented

No Cookie= No Jacket

Bert, Lindsey, Jamia, and Bob sat with Gerard and Frank during breakfast. Frank mostly played with his oatmeal. His stomach hurt too much, so all he did was drink chocolate milk.

"Hey, Bert? Can I have your cookie?" Gerard asked.

"I'm eating it."

"Let me rephrase that. Give me your cookie."

"No. Suck my left nut."

"I can't do that when you don't have any," Gerard retorted.

"Actually...he kind of does," Lindsey mumbled.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Lindsey gave Gerard that look. Bert agreed with that look.

"Oooh."

"What?" Bob was confused as always.

"Lindsey and Bert hit it last night," Jamia told him.

"Oh. Is there a video tape?"

"I wish," Bert winked at Lindsey.

Frank smiled, yet there was still a hint of pain in his face. Gerard noticed he was hunched over a bit and he wasn't eating

"What's wrong, baby?"

"My stomach just hurts."

"It's cute when you check on him," Jamia giggled. Frank weakly smiled. Gerard was pissed at Bert. Overly pissed. He wanted to kill him.

Gerard had been having a bad day. He snapped at Frank earlier, causing him having to apologize and kiss him multiple times, to ensure Frank it was okay. He made it pretty clear he didn't want anyone here at the lunch table. When they arrived, he groaned loudly. Frank told him to suck it up. Gerard wanted to tell him to suck it up. Suck it up, meaning to suck his puke back in his mouth.

Gerard almost said that, but caught himself. He had to keep telling himself not to; a problem he faced on a daily basis. If he had said that, Frank would've gotten furious. Or maybe not, maybe depressed. Gerard didn't have time to deal with his mood changes. But seemingly enough, Frank always had time to deal with Gerard's.
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Gerard found himself behind Dr. Bitch's desk. He was concealed, no one could see him. He rummaged through one of her drawers and found a pair of teal scissors. He stuffed it into his pants. Dr. Bitch came in and greeted everyone. Once she saw Gerard behind her desk, she rose her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"I don't believe that coming from you."

"You're acting like I make a lot of trouble."

"You don't make a lot. But when you do stir up trouble, it comes in big proportions."

Gerard shrugged. "You know me so well."

"Now go."

Gerard got up and went to the other side of the desk. Everyone was giving him strange looks. He wasn't focused on that though, he was focused on the person sitting in his seat. "Move."

"You guys, Matt's moving to our group therapy," Dr. Bitch announced. "Um, Matt, that's where Gerard usually sits. There's a seat over by Bert. I hope you don't mind moving."

"Why doesn't he move?" Matt questioned, crossing his arms.

"Because I've always sat here. I'm certainly not changing my seat for an ignorant asswipe like you. Also, I sit next to my boyfriend. There's no way in Hell I'm letting you near him. I haven't forgotten December. Now move. Ya dig?"