Demented

Cheater, Cheater, Ass Eater

January second started off as a good day for Gerard Way. His boyfriend woke up with a huge smile on his face and kissed him. He had blueberry poptarts ™ and orange juice for breakfast. Dr. Bitch was sick. Lindsey was out of the hospital (yes, Gerard was actually happy for her. Having friends in a stable mental state is good).

Frank and Gerard were having a good time outside. Frank was leaning against him, as Gerard drew a picture of them together. They were all smiles and laughing every second. When Gerard finished, he held it up. "Looks great."

"I love it," Frank said, leaning in to peck his cheek. Frank picked the sketchbook up, turning through the pages. "Is this Elvis?" he asked, giggling.

"Shut up Frank," Gerard answered kiddingly.

Frank grinned and kept looking. Every now and then, he'd ask about a sketch or drawing that interested him. He landed on a rather odd one. To the right, there was a bed. What appeared to be a teenage boy with blond hair was sitting on it, sighing. To the left was Gerard, who was holding lube and condoms in his hand. In front of him were a bunch of other horny boys. "What's this?"

"Oh-uh... Well on the bed is my ex boyfriend. And here I am," he pointed to himself, "well cheating."

"Well it's a good thing I now know you wore condoms and didn't get an STD," Frank stated. You could hear his tone of voice change. Anger was taking a toll. "You are STD free, right?"

"Of course. I got tested at Planned Parenthood all the time... You don't think I would give you an STD, do you? I'm a shitty person, but c'mon, Frank. I'm not trying to add on to the stereotype that homos are all infected with a sex disease."

"But you do add on to the stereotype that homosexuals are sexually promiscuous."

Gerard scoffed. "My body, my choice."

"Don't try that. I have a right to know that you've had sex with lots of other men. That's for the sake of my own sexual health!" Frank and Gerard walked inside. Gerard rolled his eyes as Frank explained.

"I thought we ended this discussion a long fucking time ago."

"It doesn't matter. It's still important because it's how I learned that you're a complete liar."

"We are not getting back into that. That was over a year ago. This is unbelievable." Gerard stared at Frank in disbelief, as they walked in the gym.

"If we're still together by the time we get out, I'lll break up with you immediately if you touch any type of drug."

"I can't believe you. This happened a long time ago. I haven't touched a drug in four years."

Frank smiled at him mockingly. He sat Gerard at the arts and craft table. "That's because you've been locked up in here."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I really can't believe you lied to me about all those things," Frank whispered. "You could have least told me you weren't a virgin. No shame in that."

"But me sleeping around with a bunch of other men isn't? Okay."

"I just don't want an STD. Why couldn't you have been open about anything? About the alcohol? About the drugs?" Frank waited for his response as he picked up a piece of string.

"I already told you when you asked me a looong time ago. So drop it!"

Frank grunted and went to working on his bracelet.

STATIC.

"We should've solved this. I put it on the back burner. I shouldn't have though, Gerard. It still makes me angry that you lied to me. Your apology wasn't sincere. I know it wasn't. Ever since I confronted you, our relationship changed. It went to shit, honestly."