A Dad's Struggle

Gerard sat in his bed and stared at the sheets.

When am I getting out of here?! He thought.

Lindsey walked in.

"Hey, Gee."

"Hi, Lyn."

"How are you today?"

"Tired."

"Really, that's um, interesting."

She took one whiff of him.

"Geez, Gerard, go take a shower!!"

Gerard looked at her innocently, "Do I?"

"Yes, you do, you smell like Jason Vooheers."

"We're not at Camp Crystal Lake though, we're in Jersey!"

"Close enough, considering how crime ridden Jersey is."

"Riiight."

Gerard moved to get out of bed. Lindsey pushed him away.

"I'll help you."

She got Gerard to his feet and dragged him to the room's bath.

Gerard stripped down and got in.

"I want bubbles!!"

"Uhm, no."

"Why not!?"

"You're over 30 years old Gee!"

"Fiiine." Gerard pouted.

Lindsey smiled at him.

Gerard smiled back, but then his smile suddenly faded.

"Gee, what's wrong?"

Gerard looked down into the water, then puked in it.

"Ew, Gee, that's just a bit gross."

"Shut up."

"Geez, Gee, you can be a jerk sometimes."

"Lyyyyn!" Gerard whined.

"what?"

Gerard rested his head onto her hand.

"I'm tired...."

"Do you do anything but complain?"

"Yes!" Gerard said grinning.

"Geez, retard."

Gerard looked at Lindsey, " OK, I'm clean, can I sleep now?"

"Yes, only you Gerard."

Gerard got out of the tub, and into some boxers and a shirt. Lindsey lead him to his bed.

"Sleep tight Gee."