I'm In Love With A Boy Named Frank

Frank walked into the cafetira to find Gerard sitting by himself.

"Hey, Gee," He said and waved. Gerard waved back weakly.

Frank went closer.

"Gee? Aren't you going to eat anything?"

Gerard shook his head, "No, I'm not hungry today."

"Are you sick--again?"

"No, Frankie. I just am not eating."

Frank touched Gerard's arm. He could feel the bones very well.

"Gerard? What's going on? You look skinny as hell."

"Nothing." Gerard said.

"Gee.."

"It's nothing, Frankie."

Frank rolled up Gerard's sleeve and saw Gerard's pale skin. He could also see a bone.

"Gee?! This is 'nothing'?!"

"Uhm..."

"Gerard! Why would you want to starve yourself?!"

"It worked on all of the reality shows..."

"Gerard!! This isn't reality TV...this is full blown reality!! This could kill you!!"

"I'm getting you to eat something, Gee. You'll waste away if you don't," Frank said walkign away.

Gerard laid his head on the table. He closed his eyes for a short time, then opened them when a tray hit the table. He looked up.

"Frankie. Please...."

"Gerard, you need to eat something, for me."

Frank stuck a spoon in mashed potatos.

Mashed potatos?! Why does it always have to be mashed potatoes?! Gerard screamed in his head.

Before he could even finish running through what he was going to say, the mashed potatos were in his mouth. He gagged.

"Swallow them, Gee."

Gerard took a huge gulp. The potatos were down, but for how long?

Suddenly beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"F...Frankie...I don't feel well...."

"You're fine,.Gee. Its just the taste you're not used to."

Gerard swallowed bits of spit, then drank some water. He moaned.

"Gee, don't moan, please don't."

Gerard moaned again, "Frankie, I think I'm going to be sick."

Frank lead Gerard out of the cafeteria.

"Gee, you're not sick. You just aren't used to it."

Gerard backed up against the wall.

"Why do I have to be fat...?"

"Gee, you're not fat. You're you."

"Hey look! Its that Frank kid with Loser Gerard."

"They all hate me!" Gerard whispered angrily, as a tear ran down his face.

"They don't hate you Gee. They just are stupid."

Frank wiped away Gerard's tear.

"We'll get through this together, Gee," Frank said, as he helped Gerard off of the floor.

"OK, Frankie," Gerard said, smiling weakly.