Starman (Frerard)

Chapter 6

    Mikey told Frank that he didn’t have to arrive at his and Gerard’s house until noon for Gerard’s appointment, since it was at one. Frank got there at around noon, walking inside after Mikey let him in. Frank could immediately tell that Mikey looked distressed, and could hear Gerard yelling in the living room. He could tell that today was gonna most likely be rough.

    “Gerard’s having a bad day, huh?” Frank asked.

    “Really bad day. He got combative with me when I woke him up. Then he fought with me while I was giving him a bath. After that, he wouldn’t get out of the tub, so I had to dry him off and dress him inside there. It took me like a half hour to get him out. After that, he started hitting himself, and I just can’t get him to stop, so that’s why I had to put his helmet on so he doesn’t end up hurting himself. Before that, he flipped the couch over. I’m not kidding,” Mikey sighed.

    “Jesus,” Frank huffed, shaking his head. “Maybe I can get him to calm down,”

    “I hope so. He was great last night. Now he’s like Jekyll and Hyde,” Mikey said. “I gotta get the dishes done. I’ve been putting it off for days. The worst part is that I can’t reschedule Gerard’s appointment. You gotta give them a twenty-four hour notice. We just gotta hope that Gerard mellows out,”

    “We’ll worry about that when the time comes. I’m gonna try to get Gerard to calm down first. You go get the dishes done,”

    Mikey nodded, walking to the kitchen as Frank walked up to Gerard in the living room. He immediately sprang into action, seeing Gerard hitting his head with his hands as he screamed. Frank tried grabbing Gerard’s arms to prevent him from hurting himself, but Gerard resisted, jerking his arms away from Frank’s grip. Frank began to panic. He briefly shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes back up.

    “What’s the matter, Gerard?” he asked. He immediately noticed that something was physically different about Gerard. His hair was a jet black instead of blonde. He immediately knew that Mikey must’ve dyed Gerard’s hair last night using the box of dye Gerard put in the cart when they were all at the store yesterday. Frank thought that Gerard’s hair looked really good, but right now he had to get Gerard to stop hurting himself.

    “What do you fucking want?” Gerard yelled, shoving Frank, who nearly fell over. Frank instantly regained himself, continuing to try to get Gerard to calm down.

    “Come on, Gerard. That’s not nice. Don’t use bad words,” Frank said calmly. “You wanna listen to music?”

    “What do you fucking want?” Gerard repeated, louder this time. Now Frank was really panicking. Distracting Gerard was clearly not working. He had to think of something quickly to get Gerard to stop being so violent.

    “Relax, Gerard. It’s gonna be okay. There’s no reason to be upset,” he said. He opened up his arms to take Gerard, but Gerard resisted, pushing him back again, sending Frank to the floor. Gerard then took off, running up the stairs as he continued to scream. Frank hurt his can pretty bad when it hit the floor, but he didn’t care. The sound of the impact gained Mikey’s attention. He turned off the sink and ran up to him.

    “Are you okay, Frank?” he asked.

    “Yeah, that kinda hurt though. That’s the first time he’s done that to me, though definitely not the first time he’s tried hurting me,” Frank said, getting up.

    “Alright, that’s it. Gerard’s grounded for today. He is not gonna be watching any TV all day. I’ve fucking had it with him,” Mikey said, frustration in his voice.