.toxic lips. [a frerard fanfiction]

~thirteen~

"gerard... you're here early."

gerard nodded, messing with the wires on his wrists.

"sorry, i just had to talk to you..." he sighed, slanting his posture into a more comfortable state.

"well, sit down." he said with a cheeky grin, slipping on his glasses. gerard did such.

"so, of course you remember bert." gerard sighed.

"oh- mccracken, yes." he nodded.

"somehow, probably from the kids at school, frank found out about him."

"and this bothers you.. why?"

"you kept saying that i should try to be friends with him and i kept thinking about it. but now that he knows this, i have absolutely no chance."

"gerard, y-you were thinking about doing it?"

"just thinking, but i thought about it a lot. at least i don't want him to hate me, but i also want him to be absolutely terrified of me."

doctor verne's face lit up, pulling a notebook out from his drawer. he flipped open to a brand new page and began writing rapidly.

"is this the first time you've ever thought about it?"

"i guess, since uh.. the incident. but everyone else hated me so i didn't even have the slightest of luck with that. now that frank's here, there's just something about him."

"go on."

"he helped me open up. just, when i first laid my eyes on him, i knew he could just send people into pure euphoria. and rare enough, though he could make so many others feel happy,  he was so somber and forlorn himself. i don't understand, doc."

"i know what you mean. when i was with frank a few months back, he was just like that. but i think he keeps too much bottled in and sometimes he gives up and loses everything. but the poor kid has already been through enough. i think he doesn't want others going through what he has."

there was around five minutes of silence between the two. doctor verne kept writing down things quickly.

"why are you all frenetic ?" gerard asked as he tried to get a look at what he was writing.

"gerard, ever since bert, your mom and i thought you were incapable of maintaining friendships, possibly even.. love. though i kept trying to encourage you to go out there and at least find one friend. your mom was convinced you were a sociopath. but this, this is rare, gerard."

"that bitch."

"now, gerard, she's your mom."

"yea, well she sure as hell acts like one."

"i understand that it's hard, but-"

"even when my dad was beating the shit out of me, she didn't care. she would just stay in her room or just ward mikey off."

"gerard-"

"i was always the one who dad took his anger out on. mikey didn't get shit cause he was the younger kid and "he didn't deserve it." well, what did i do? i was only six or seven, how could i have done something so bad?"

"gerard. listen to me-"

"now im taking out all of this on mikey when he really doesn't even deserve it! none of us did, but look how lucky we are."

"HEY!"

gerard stopped, taking note at such. doctor verne had never seemed to be this aggressive.