The Chasing of Moons

Bart SIMpson

Monday mornings are awful. The only thing on this planet that is worse than a Monday morning is when your mother starts using your middle name. That's it. That's the only thing. Looking into the eyes of the grim reaper himself isn't as bad as a Monday morning.

This Monday isn't as bad as last Monday however. Last Monday was the day after Gee had left Frank. It was the day he made an idiot of himself in front of Gerard. It was the worst thing he has ever had to endure in his entire life. And Frank once sat through the first Twilight movie with his kind-of-girlfriend-but-not-really.

Mainly he's trying not to fall asleep as he looks down at his cereal bowl, eyeing his mother as she busies herself doing the dishes that Frank was supposed to do last night. Sunday's are depressing too, because most of the day is spent dreading the day to follow. Frank doesn't understand how half of life is spent waiting for one day of the week, Saturday, and the rest of life is spent dreading the fact that that day is over.

All he can do is just sit, and look at the dry cereal in the bowl in front of him because milk makes him sick and he honestly would like to just go back to bed and sleep in until Christmas or his wedding day or that concert that he's taking Gerard to. Honestly, he's never heard of the band before but if Gerard likes them, the guy who's favorite bands are The Smashing Pumpkins and Iron Maiden, then surely they can't be that bad. Though when you google them the first image you get is of a supermarket in a suburb of Atlanta.

As promised, Brendon did not hang out with him or Pete yesterday because he spent 12 hours playing the Sims and regretting his life choices. But on the plus side Bart SIMpson now has a huge family and a thriving career in rocket science. Instead Frank spent a very long amount of time trying to explain exponential decay to Pete who evidently was not paying attention in math class literally almost five years ago when they learned it. Frank considers himself a procrastinator. If he's a procrastinator then there isn't a word for whatever the hell Pete is. Pete's not very good at homework. Or schoolwork. Or work in general. What he is good at is making poop jokes. He still lives in the mind of a child.

He never really got around to asking Pete about Mikey though. Maybe he will later today, but he does really have to say something about it, because Pete could be a great tool to get to Gerard. Gerard doesn't hate Pete as much as he seems to hate Frank. Frank supposes that that's because he's had a crush on Frank who's ignored him for several years, so if it weren't for the fact that he also had a crush on Frank the whole time, Gerard probably wouldn't hate him so much.

He needs to use Pete in any way that he can. And possibly Mikey too. And if he has to, in return for their help in getting him to be with Gerard, he will get them together. He's probably going to be gagging a lot for the rest of his life, but whatever. That would make Pete his brother in law or something. Kind of. Not really. Frank's not sure how those things work. He just knows that Pete would be a weirdass person to have to see on holidays. Good god, think of the crazy little adopted children they would have. If Pete has a child the first word his kid would learn would be pizza. But to be fair if Frank has a kid their first word will be coffee.

Frank's really trying not to focus on his existential fear that this is all fake and that he's chasing after something that's not real. He's completely terrified of the fact that maybe he won't end up with Gerard or maybe he'll mess everything up. He just wants it so much. He wants to be with Gerard, he wants to be married to Gee and get to know the guy that sat on the roof with him on Thursday night. He wants to get to wake up next to that guy, and know that it's Gerard and he wants to make pancakes that end up getting stuck to the ceiling when they try to flip them. He wants all of that so desperately he can't bear it.

He knows that he's too young to be making decisions like that. He's too young to have decided who he wants to marry and how he's going to spend holidays. He's just full of dumb ideas and he can't figure out why on earth any of this seems so terrifying, he just fucking wants it.