Finding a Way | Adopted by Gerard Way

Fuck Recipes

I migrated from my bed to the couch when I woke up at about half past 10, feeling better than I did yesterday. I do feel all achy and drained, though. I have a bit of a headache, too. That's the aftermath of being sick, I suppose.

"Quick, Eve, what's the date today?" Gee asks frantically, joining me in the living room.

"Um, November 18th?" I answer slowly, pausing the movie I have playing on the TV. I'm about halfway through and I still don't know what's going on.

"Shit. I'm supposed to be at an interview thing in, like, twenty minutes from now."

"Then go, man! Get outta here!"

"I can't just leave you here! I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"I'm thirteen, Gee," I whine. I'm sure I'd be fine here by myself, but he doesn't seem to hear my complaint, or he just ignores it. Probably the latter.

"I'll call Frank."

I guess I'm okay with that, then. It would be more fun than being here by myself all day, at least. And we haven't really hung out just the two of us much, so it's not a bad idea.

Sure enough, no more than five minutes later Frank is walking through the front door. I don't run up to him like I usually do, though, and stay curled up under a blanket on the couch.

"Call me if it's an emergency. You know, if you get sick again or something." Gee kisses the top of my head then dashes off to wherever it is he's going.

"What's this about being sick?" Frank asks, plopping onto the couch next to me, giving me a side hug.

"Oh, I threw up about seven thousand times yesterday," I say casually, un-pausing the TV.

He backs away a little, "You're not gonna get me sick, are you?"

"Well, I don't know... I don't think so. Just, um, don't lick my face or anything."

Frank laughs, "Why would I— you know what? Never mind. How're you feeling now?"

"Better, mostly. Head's hurting a bit."

"I bet I can find some Advil or something, if you want?"

"Um, no thanks," I shake my head lightly. "I'll be fine."

I almost did take him up on his offer, but thought better of it when I remembered I wasn't able to eat anything yesterday. I think I heard that you're not supposed to take medicine on an empty stomach.

"If you say so."

I look up at the TV, not really watching it. My mind is preoccupied, filled with this sick, but satisfying pride at the fact I haven't eaten a thing in about a day and a half.

It's becoming something of a game to me— or, to the voice in my head, rather. "How long can you go until Gerard gets you to eat something because he's a good parent?"

Not a fun game, in my opinion, but I'm forced to play it anyway.

"What are we even watching?" Frank pulls me from my thoughts.

"Um, I don't actually know."

"Well, it's boring. I wanna talk to you, anyway."

"What about?" I ask, even though I have an inkling as to what it is he wants to talk about. I stop the TV.

"Well, how are things with Emerald?"

"It's been over two weeks and she still hasn't spoken to me since... you know."

"I'm sorry, Evie, that really sucks." Then he gives me a little smile, "But, hey, you can find someone better than her, right?"

"That's the thing; I don't want to find anyone else. I want her. I want her to talk to me again, I wanna hang out again like nothing ever happened. This isn't her, I know it."