Frank's P.O.V

Ever since the day Gerard came home.. Everything's been different. Him and my dad are always leaving for one to two hours at a time twice a week for the past three weeks. Still, they won't tell me nothing. I'm his brother, I should know. Right?
Other than that, Gerard's been acting really weird. He never really comes out of his room unless it's for school. Even worse, he doesn't even talk to me. At home, if he's ever at the dinner table I'll try to start a conversation but he's just.. Still as a rock and my dad's just going along with it.. Like he's not even worried about Gerard...

But hopefully things will start to change now that it's October. Halloween and my birthday. Hell, I'm turning eighteen so guess who's getting their first tattoo? I finally got my dad into letting me get one, he said It was fine as long as I could hide it. Well hell, I'll go with that! Chris is taking me, I don't think Bob or Justin will go. I tried seeing if Chelsea could go but she's a minor and she can't be in there without a parent. It's whatever I guess, I just better get to see her on my special day.

The month's started off okay, I mean. There's all these horror movies on tv, Gerard's actually been coming out of his room now. He's more energetic than he was, which was good I mean. It's not really fun watching your brother mope around all day.

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It's Saturday, and I see he's not doing anything. So I invite him to watch a movie with me.

"Gerard, come here." I catch him as he towers over the stove.

"Yeah, one sec." He responds in a normal tone. My eyes lock on him as I watch him shovel Mac & Cheese in two bowls. "Here." He hands me one of them.

"Thanks." I smile back at him as I set the bowl in my lap, turning on the tv.

"So, what kind of movie are you watching today?" His eye brow raises at me.

"Horror, what else would it be." I don't make eye contact with him, but I draw a smile on my face.

"You, know. I wouldn't be surprised if you turned to some psycho killer." I face him as a fork hangs out from his mouth.

"I'm no psycho, I just like psychotic things." I shrug.

"Denial." He responds blankly as I cough up a bit of my food from laughing.

"Yeah, whatever dude." I roll my eyes at him as I find a decent movie to watch. Friday the 13th.

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We're both silent as our eyes are glued to the tv. The only sounds beside the movie is the noise when our forks hit our bowls. But about fifteen minutes in he throws a question at me.

"Did dad ever tell you what happened?"His eyes stare up at me.

"Umm.. No?' I cock my head as I try to process what he's trying to say.

"About.. my depression and everything." Wait what?

"No, he didn't. But what do you mean about your depression?" I turn my body around to face him, he just keeps his body facing the tv.

"That's why me and dad have been leaving so much last month.. We've been going to the doctor. Well, therapy really. Now I'm on anti depressants and mood stabilizers.. That's why I'm so.. alive now." His eyes land in his bowl where he plays with the little bit of noodles at the bottom.. Gerard's on.. meds? Why the heck wasn't I informed about this. I mean, I had to figure out on my own that his nose was broke. But I'm still clueless on how it broke. Why am I just left out of things all of a sudden?



Gerard's P.O.V

For the past three weeks, me and dad have been going back and forth with therapy after my nose was fixed. He was 100% supportive even.. which felt nice, I mean. I would stay in my room all day after school. Plus I didn't really even talk to anyone. Especially Frank. I didn't even have the energy to.

The only thing that went through my mind was Mikey. My doctor said that the core of my depression started before I was at the orphanage.. when my mom started meth.
I guess he's right, I mean I was pretty fucked up after watching her. But now... Since everything happened, I don't even remember how I used to be. I just know I changed.. and I don't feel the same.. until I was thrown in foster homes, I didn't change.. I was always sad, helpless and pathetic.. But now that I'm living with Frank, I changed again.. just a little though. Now I'm not as sad, not as helpless but I'm still pretty pathetic. Well.. at least around his friends.

At school I've been trying my best not to run into them again, I stayed as far away from them as possible. I was scared of them, after what they did.. Who wouldn't? But my plan worked for like a week until I ran into Justin.. But he didn't do anything like I thought he would.. He didn't even say anything to me, not even a dirty look.. He just treated me like a random stranger.. not a nasty stray dog..


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But today.. I don't think there's anyway that I can deny that my meds haven't helped me. I mean, last week I hid away in my room and stay to myself but now I'm wanting to hang around the house. Now I'm starting to eat again, and I even talked to Frank today. And it felt amazing.. Like I remember when he hated me and wanted nothing to do with me.. But now he's the one coming up to me and starting a conversation. I forgot what it feels like to have a little brother.. even if Frank isn't from my mom and took him forever to except me.. At least it happened.

Hm, so apparently Frank never knew about what's been going on the last month. And when I told him... I think he was even scared about it.. Which really surprised me cause.. Well I don't think I have to explain it again.
But knowing he cared made me.. like him more. Like, when I first saw him. I thought he was cute and different. And now after that night.. I can't help myself but be attracted to him.. So since Frank's birthday's this month, I wanted to maybe do something special for him. He really deserves it to be honest. It's a lot of work to get used to having a random stranger in your house and having to call him your brother. That's something that not everyone could accept. But Frank did. So with that, I can't help but feel the need to thank him.
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So now that today's Sunday and I had nothing else better to do. I told my dad I wanted to get a job and he even thought it was a good idea. So that day he drove me around town looking for all these jobs. So since I'm eighteen, I can work pretty much everywhere so I applied as a bus boy in like four diners, pizza parlors, Starbucks and even the movie theater.

Now the only thing I'm worried about with having a job is that now I have to get used to people. Not just a few, like countless random strangers and having to socialize with them appropriately . For a straight five to six hours.. But if it means getting paid and actually having something to do, I think I can put up with it. Besides, now I don't have to feel so bad having Frank's dad pay everything for me.. Now I can do it.

Notes

Yay update. I couldnt do another one yesterday sorry. My mom's mad that her fourteen year old daughter (me) is on the computer all day and has no life. So for that I'm sorry.