Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine

I sit in English and Claudia smiles at me. I write a note:

Where's Gee?

Sick.

With what?

A cold.

Oh.

"Ms. Way, Mr. Iero, please pay attention!" Our teacher snaps.

"S-sorry." Claudia stammers.

^AT LUNCH^

Lidia and Sky are in deep conversation.

"So, Claudia told you Gee's sick."

I nod.

"Would it be OK for me to see him?" I ask.

"Yeah."

^AFTER SCHOOL^

I walk into the Way's house.

I carefully make my way to Gee's room.

"Gee?" I whisper.

I see a dark figure lying on the ground.

He moves and I lift up his chin.

He coughs.

"Gee, colds suck." I say bluntly.

"Ha-ha, I know!" He laughs raspily before going into a coughing fit.

I get him some water and tell him to drink it.

"T...thanks Frankie."

He drinks it and I get him to fall asleep and he is hotter than a sauna.

Damn that was kinky...

He is hott. (Yeah I spelled it with two 'T's.

He moans softly and rolls over.

I touch his shoulder.

"Frankie..." He gasps.

"Sorry, did I scare you?'

"No, I'm just surprised."

He smiles and I kiss his forehead.

"I love you Gee."

I grab a wet washcloth and run it on his forehead.

"Thanks..."

We kiss and he coughs several times. I pull out a burnt DVD.

"What's...that?" Gee asks raspily.

"You'll see."
"I will kill you all. There's nothing you can do about it. I will kill you all. There's nothing you can do about. Squirrely wrath. Squirrley wrath. Squirrley wrath. You're all gonna die. You're all gonna die. Squirrley wrath. Squirrley wrath."

"I am the lord and master...You All are Bastards! Worship me, or I'll stab you're eyes til you bleed. I'm the lord and master."

"I'm a squirrel and you're not. How pathetic you are. I'm a squirrel and you're just a human. How pathetic you are. You were built to destroy while collect some nuts. And you all suck! "

'Squrill Songs' ends and Gerard laughing hystaricly. He gasps for air and I calm him down.

"Hi."
Germaine: Uhhhhh (giving him the finger)
"I gots the good ideas with the makings of the moneys foe the medication expensive."

"What?"

"I figured with the mass production of the baby heads i could do the sitting of them for the lazy mothers who not wants the kids doing things at work!"

"You mean you’re going to baby-sit children and make money for your medication? Do you think that’s wise?"

"Are, are you saying I’m unresponsible with the children of peoples?"

"I’m not saying your not responsible, just perhaps… under the influence."

"Under the influence of the moneys of fun with the purchasing power plenty. Nehaha!"

"Uhh I don’t wanna be a part of this...!"

(DING-DONG)

"Then you better leave… da DA Babies Are Here! (In room filled with babies.) So babies with the little bodies... BIG HEAD...what would yous likes to do with the time of the no mommy? (BURP WHAAAAAAA) Ah jeez with the noise and the head… ahh… I know what will stop the screeching of baby throats……. Caaandddieess!!"

One hour later

"What the hell happened here? what’s with all the dead babies??"

" They didn’t like the… candies of fun."

"Candies? What candies?"

"The doctors give me these candies of special fun medication haaaii!"

"Let me see that."

"Haaai!"

"Take one every 24 hours to reduce nervousness and excitability. Do not administer to children under 25. Do not take more than one capsule a day. Dude this is a high dose of tranquilizer!"

" Soo whats?"

"Uhhh how many did you give these kids?"

"Uh ahh not six each but TWELVE!!"
" Twelve?"

"Uh..."

"Each..?"

"Yea!"

"These little fuckers are seriously dead aren’t they?"

"The baby heads are no more with the moving of life!"

" Ahuhh let me get the broom"

"Damn this fuckers are hard to sweep up once they’ve hit rigger mortise."

"Dead has gone to their minds with the sickle of medicated fearr…"

"AAAAAHHHH! I’m all out of candies!"

Gerard falls off of the couch and hits his head on the coffee table.

"Oh shoot!" I gasp."

He rubs his head and falls asleep in my arms.

"Fwaaannnkkkiiiieeee....I think I brained my damage..." He moans.