Chapter Four

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"So Frank, tell me about the first time you talked to him again. But, more descriptive. Like, what did he say to you?" Dr. Way demanded softly. No matter how much I felt a strange trust and liking for this guy, it still hurt and felt weird to talk about it. But, I caved in. Mostly because it was the only way I could stop having to come to these appointments as often.

"Well, I remember I was talking to Ray. We were having a discussion on who was better, Wonder Women or Poison Ivy. He said the discussion was invalid because Wonder Women is a super hero and Poison Ivy is a villain. In the end he said he likes Wonder Women better because she's popular and a classic. I went with Poison Ivy because the ability to control plants could be far more handy than Wonder Woman's strength. But, that caused Ray to try and prove me wrong. Well, try to. When it comes down to it, it is an opinion, don't ya think?" I rambled. When I shut my mouth to take a break from talking, Dr. Way was just starring at. He looked like he was highly focused. Again, he seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Even if I was just rambling. Normally nobody wouldn't listen and they would tell me to shut up.

"S-sorry. I tend to rant when I get an opinion on something I find interesting..." I said shyly, looking down at my fingers that had intertwined together.

"No no! Don't be sorry. That's a good quality to have. You're very opinionated and strong willed. You believe in something and you don't let people tear you from what you think. even if it is something like super heroes-"

"And villains." I chimed in. He laughed and nodded.

"And villains." He repeated. For some reason, he made words, simple words seem so much more meaningful. And it reminded me so much of him... I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

But I missed him. This was pretty close. So maybe this is the closest way to being close with him again. To talk personally with someone who reminded me of him. Of course, some things him and I talked about were a different kind of personal, but other times it was close to what Dr. Way and I talk about. He was always so understanding and never ever judged me.

"So, we were in the middle of a rather heated discussion," I said, getting back to the story, "and he entered the chat room..." I said trying to hold back a smile. I could not let it be known that I miss him...I just can't.

"His username was Gee. Two Es. Not just the letter. But I thought it was a rad username. I liked it when people had neat names. It seems so stupid now, but some names had a pretty cool story. I don't know..." I sighed, memories flooded back to my mind like tsunami waves. Dr. Way nodded understandingly.

"At first I didn't really think much of his presence. He was just there. People came in and out all the time. Me and Ray were just talking normally. Then he said hi."

Hi. Who knew this word could start something so tragic, and so beautiful? Well, probably a lot of people. But that's not the point. To get to it, that small little word started a war. Not just any war. A war between me and my family. A battle over right and wrong. And it surrenders all innocence.

Being the slow paced person I am, I shut my eyes, blocking out Dr. Ways focused stare. I was certain he was just letting me recall the memories. Not saying anything. Just observing my facial expressions as thoughts from the past clouded the present.

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Gee: hi.

Ray: sup, gee? F or m?

Gee: I'm a guy. Don't try to cyber with me.

I laughed. Ray didn't cyber. Not from my knowledge. Although it was a little weird that the first thing he asked was his gender. He didn't normally do that. And when I thought about it, I didn't know what Ray did in private message. We had been talking for a while now, and he was always just a great guy friend. We talked about everything bros would. If that's still hip to say... Is hip even used nowadays? Eh...

Ray: ah, man. Don't even. I can get some in real life. I don't need the Internet for that shit.

Gee: oh, suuuure. I bet you can't even convince yourself that if I was a girl, you wouldn't be flirting the fuck with me.

Frankenstein: ooh, things are getting spicy...

Ray: ah, shush, will ya, kid? xD I'm trying to get this loser to leave us alone.

Gee: aye! I will have you know I've won several things. cx

Frankenstein: like what?! :D

Ray: Kid! Don't support this guy. He's a total jerk so far.

Gee: -so far- you're not even giving me a chance. That's not very nice, now is it? *smirk smirk*

Ray was getting pretty pissed with this gee guy. I don't know. I thought he was kinda funny. But that's just me. I'm so oblivious. And naive. So I just tried to sit back and watch what was happening. If it came down to it, I talked to Ray longer and I knew I could actually call him my friend. Pathetic, right? And if he needed it, I would use what little knowledge I had of telling people off to tell him to get away.

The virtual fight had been going on for a while now, and I was getting tired, about to log off, when I heard a little beep signaling I had gotten a private message.

Private message from Gee:

Gee: hey, 'kid' what's up? You're so quiet.

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't really sure why. I got PMs all the time. But maybe it was because Gee was so sly, quick witted and sassy as hell. He was -to say the least- cool.

Frankenstein: oh, hey Gee. Eh. I'm just not really a fighter. And ray kinda told me to not get involved.

Gee: you're gonna listen to that ratchet twat? Come on. Plus, it's over the Internet. What's the worst he can do? Virtually punch you? xD

Frankenstein: true. True... Well, I was actually gonna hit the sack. Got school in the morning. :/

Gee: school?? Agh! I hated it. Pure hell.

Hated?

Frankenstein: hated?

Gee: yeah. I'm so out of there. How old are you?

Frankenstein: thirteen.

Gee: Woahhhh! I feel so old...

Frankenstein: oh, come one. You can't be that old...?

Gee: *le sigh* oh but compared to you I am...

Frankenstein: how old.....?

Gee: 27.

Oh. Shit.

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