Demented

The One Where Gerard and Frank Manipulate Each Other for Their Own Gain

  Frank and Gerard stood before the arts and craft tables in the gym. Gerard described them as "Juvenile, insulting, and demeaning." Yet, Gerard participated in them often.

  "Should I draw or should I make the masks?" Frank asked.

  "Do whatever you want to do," Gerard advised.

  "But what do you want me to do?"

  "Frank, stop it. You can make decisions yourself."

  "If you help me out, I won't ask for a week!"

  "That's bullshit. You've made promises like that before and you never stick to them."

  Frank sighed. "I'll do whatever your doing then."

  Gerard sat him down at the table where everyone was drawing. Gerard went to the end of the table and stayed standing. "Okay, pay attention to me, bitches!" The group stopped what they were doing and looked up. "Turn your paper around! I'm gonna teach you how to draw something!" Everyone did. "First, you gotta draw a crooked rectangle!" Gerard drew it on his own paper and showed everyone.

  "What are we drawing?" Lindsey asked.

  "Keep your mouth shut."

  She rolled her eyes. She looked over at Bob and he just shrugged his shoulders.

  "Good! Now draw a dot in the middle. And make a 'V' shape come from it! Like this!" He held the paper up. "Then make a 'V' on the top left corner!"

  "What is this?" a teenager, who Gerard wasn't able to identify, asked.

  "It's a drawing of your mom's vagina." Gerard's jokes were fucking horrible and he knew that, but it annoyed people and that's what counts. He held the paper up again. "Any questions?" Two people raised their hands, but Gerard ignored them. "Time to shade! Take your finger and rub the pencil lines." After he finished shading, Gerard presented his paper.

  "This envelope is stupid," Bob muttered.

   "I heard you!"

  "This is an envelope?" Richard asked.

  "Yeah," everyone else said.

  "You just can't draw, dumbass," Gerard stated.

  "I need help," a girl with cat glasses uttered.

  "You're not shading right, you tranny whore!"

  "You don't have to be so rude," Lindsey complained.

  "I don't have to. But I like to. Frankie, let me see yours, Baby!"

  Frank held his drawing up. "Do you like it?"

  "Frank, that is so good. Why can't you guys be like Frank?"

  "What are you, gay or something?" the teenager from earlier asked.

  "I am gay actually. Frank's my boyfriend."

  "So you're showing him favoritism?"

  "Of course I am."
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   "Gerard, can you try being nice to people?" Gerard and Frank were watching episodes of Casper the Friendly Ghost in the TV room.

  "Why?"

  "They're my friends. I care about them. I'd just like if you wouldn't take every chance you get to insult them."

  "Frank, why are you so demanding?"

  "I-I'm not demanding. Am I?"

  "If you make me stop doing something that makes me happy, I'll tell all your little friends about how you trash talk them," Gerard threatened. "Lindsey has schizophrenia, she'll get paranoid. You finally got them back. You wouldn't want to lose them already."

  "B-but I don't trash talk them."

  "They don't know that."

  "B-but..."

  "Than keep your mouth shut," Gerard ordered with a growl.

  Frank nodded and stayed quiet. Gerard scared him sometimes. Gerard scared everyone.
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  "If you help me put the flour in the food, I'll tell Dr. Eston that you're getting so much better." Gerard and Frank were in the vacant cafeteria, behind one of the counters that held food.

  "But it's mean. Everyone's food will be ruined."

  "Exactly!" Gerard exclaimed. "That's the fun of it."

  "But it'll taste bad. The lunch ladies made all of this. We'll ruin it."

  "Please, Baby. If you loved me, you'd do it."

  "Well, alright."
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   Frank and Jenny sat with Gerard during dinner. Gerard and Frank were giggling as they discreetly looked at the people who were spitting out their food. "Fucking idiots," Gerard laughed.

  "I feel so bad, but it's so funny."

  After another five minutes of giggling, Jenny said, "Frank, honey you need to eat."

  "Oh, yeah." Frank scooped up some mashed potatoes and put it into his mouth like it was nothing. He chewed down a couple times before spitting it all out.

  Gerard laughed hysterically. "You forgot already!"

  "Fuck! I forgot there's flour in this shit!"

  "Flour? What flour?" Jenny asked.

  Frank looked at her shamefully. "There's flour in all the food."

  "What? Why?"

  "Well, we kind of put it in there."

  Jenny looked at Gerard, who was already staring at her. His cold eyes peered right into her soul.

  Let's just say that the two boys were punished because Jenny tattled. Gerard also never told  Dr. Eston that Frank was getting much better.

   Lies. Manipulation. Selfishness. Sacrifice.