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Freak	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Remember, don’t tell jokes, he doesn’t really get them.” I reminded Frank yet again. I must’ve said it at least ten times already, but I was so worried. We were in the car on our way home, and all I could think about was what kind of weekend Gerard would have.

He used to have great weekends, back when he did visit his therapist and psychiatrist and all other people he needed to see. He needed to see someone to help him with his speech, because Gerard didn’t pick it up like normal people. He also needed to see people about tons of other things. He used to be on medication for his depression that followed with his AS diagnosis as well, but he stopped taking it when he turned 20.

He didn’t really explain why, but I think it was because it made him feel like a freak. Like he was some sort of circus animal. He didn’t like it.

“I know Mikey, I know,” Frank said and rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell jokes, don’t mess with his things, and don’t treat him like a retard.”

I know Frank didn’t mean it, but it still hurt when he said that. That’s what people used to call Gerard, retard. No, actually, they used to chant ‘Gee-tard the retard‘. Which was even worse. Gerard was diagnosed when he was 9, and a year later our dad left.

I told all this to Frank, and he listened wide-eyed. I only told him so that he’d understand. So that he really wouldn’t say ‘retard’ during his weekend at our house. Even if he was joking, because Gerard has a hard time grasping jokes. He knows what humour is, but he doesn’t get the jokes. He just knows you’re telling one.

Finally we arrived, and I sighed nervously as we got out of the car. I watched Frank grab his backpack and then I led him towards the front door. I opened it slowly, not sure where Gerard would be. I knew David would be there with him. David, Gerard’s assistant.

“Hi Mikey.” Came David’s familiar voice from the kitchen. I smiled towards Frank and told him to dump his bag in my room. As he walked towards the stairs I walked into the kitchen, I wanted to know how Gerard was.

“Where’s Gee?” I asked when I noticed he wasn’t with David in the kitchen.
“He’s in his room, sleeping.” He said and got a troubled look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I immediately asked, I knew something was up.
“Gerard had a bad day, one of his paintings didn’t turn out the way he wanted. So he-” David hesitated, but I urged him to go on. “He tried to tip over the table, then when I tried to calm him down, he bit me.” He finished telling about Gerard and held up his arm and pulled down the sleeve on his sweater to reveal a bandage on his arm.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry David.” I said and ran a hand through my hair. I instantly felt like it was a mistake to let Frank stay. But he had no-where else to go.

“It’s alright, but I had to convince him to take a sleeping pill, so he should be out until tomorrow.”

I thanked David, and we said goodbye. I frowned to myself as I thought about Gerard. Why couldn’t he just take his medicine?

I walked into the kitchen and started looking through the fridge to find something to eat just as Frank joined me.

“Hi, eh, your room is a freaking mess.” He laughed and I couldn’t help but feel my mood lighten.
“I know, we’ll have to squeeze your mattress in. Unless you want the guestroom?” I asked as I decided on heating up some leftover pasta for the two of us.

“Nah, it’s fine you know. Like old times.” He said and I couldn’t help but smile. Before the money problems and before Gerard stopped most of his treatments and his medication Frank and I used to have many sleepovers. Mostly at his house, but still.

“Yeah, we’re not staying up all night talking about girls though.” I said as I put our food in the microwave and Frank snorted with laughter.

“Yeah, I don’t really have anything new to say on that front anyway since I don’t swing that way loser.” He said between laughs and I laughed with him.

It wasn’t widely known about Frank being gay, but I knew. Of course I knew, we were best friends. Frank, the 17 year old boy who used to skip school with me. The boy with black hair, piercing and tattoos. Sometimes I just have to look him over, because I can’t understand why we’re friends. But then I remember that we have almost everything in common.

Two hours later, we sat on my bed, both dressed in boxers and t-shirts, and trying to smother our violent laughter with pillows. We had been talking about the time we accidentally (uh, yeah right) put Mrs. Keith’s flowerbed on fire. She was Frank’s annoying neighbour, and she used to shout at us as we walked by her house. Finally we had had enough, so we took some gasoline from Frank’s dads garage and put her beloved flowerbed on fire.

Yeah, crazy much?

“Schh, don’t wake Gee.” I whispered finally as my laughter subsided. But of course, just one look on his face made me start laughing again and he couldn’t keep it in either. Soon we forgot about being quiet, and were trying to tell stories and at the same time laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe.

Of course it was only a matter of time before-

“Quiet, you have to be quiet, it’s dark out. See, dark out, people sleep when it’s dark out. I sleep when it’s dark out. Dave gave me pills to sleep, I sleep when dark out it’s dark and quiet.” Came Gerard’s frantic voice from my now open door as I hurried off my bed and walked towards him.

“It’s dark Mikey, and we sleep, people sleep, DARK!” He shouted and pointed towards my window, where you could quite obviously see it was dark outside.

I closed in on him slowly, fully knowing he could freak out if I moved too fast. I felt Frank staring at me from my bed where he was still sitting. I gave him a look that said ‘just be quiet’ and took another step towards my now frantic brother.

Gerard had started crying, and was still ranting, much too quickly about how we had to be quiet because it was dark. Gerard had gone to a lot of speech therapy so mostly he could put sentences together without many grammar mistakes, but now when he was upset like this, he didn’t make much sense and he forgot how to form real sentences.

“Gerard, we will be quiet, and you’ll calm down. Because you’re supposed to sleep now, right?” I said slowly as I let one of my hands rest on his shoulder. His whole body was shaking violently and he was still crying and ranting, though more quiet now.

“Mikey, not happy.” He said and I slowly pulled him into a hug.
“I know Gee, I’m sorry, we’ll be quiet.” I said and rubbed his back.

Slowly I could feel him starting to calm down, and when he stopped crying and shaking I could almost feel Frank let out a breath of relief from behind me.

“Lets go into your room.” I said and quickly led him back to his room before my mess got to him. Or the fact that Frank was there.

When he was back in bed I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving his room once more. I sneaked back into my room and closed the door, and when I turned around I saw that Frank had left my bed and was now sitting on his mattress.

“Sorry.” I mumbled as I made my way over to my bed.
“Hey, it’s alright, he was right, we should’ve been quiet.”

I smiled at him as I got under the covers and turned the lights out.

“Frank, he’s really not that bad.” I said and I could almost imagine him nodding.
“I know Mikes, he was just angry. It’s alright.”

And after that, we said goodnight, and all I could think was ‘Another Friday down, about a billion to go.’

A/N: When Gerard said “Mikey, not happy.” he didn't mean "Mikey, I'm not happy."
He meant: "Mikey, I'm angry with you." But when Gerard gets angry, words doesn't make so much sense anymore, and he has a really hard time forming sentences.

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