Save Me

“Hey Frank,” I signaled his attention.
After our (mentally damaging) walk we went to my backyard and sat down in the grass. I was tired, I’ve been very tired since entering this alternate universe, so I just flat out fell down in the green natural covering and he didn’t question it. We hadn’t been here very long, but I was tired of silence.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“I’m bored. I mean don’t get me wrong, planning out my future wedding is great but I’m tired of thinking, I’m tired of everything,” I sighed. I didn’t like it when I sounded like I was complaining, “I just—what else is there that I need to do? We got the whole tense-suicidal-Gerard out of the way, I think, and I agreed to ‘taking chances!’ with, ya know, Real Frank. I mean really, am I just gonna be stuck here forever with you, the freaky-clone-of-my-best-friend- that-I’m-secretly-in-love-with-but-unfortunately-in-this-dimension-things-will-always-be-strictly-platonic-because-afterall-you-can’t-date-your-psychiatrist?”
He smirked, “I’m not sure. I guess you still have problems? I think that one thing that got you into this whole mess was the fact that you spent all your time thinking instead of participating, so maybe you need to learn to participate more.”
“We already went over that though, you’re beginning to sound like a broken record,” I said flatly.
“Hey, repetition is key. Maybe you aren’t comfortable enough with all this yet.”
“I don’t know, it’s kinda hard to tell, ya know? Only having you around and everything, who knows how I would actually react to other people now.”
“Well then perhaps that’s what we have to prepare you for, getting comfortable with other people.”
“I’m comfortable with plenty of people,” I defended.
“Inside your head, yes. But I mean come on, have you ever actually confided with anyone about your problems?”
We both knew the answer to that, so I didn’t answer it.
“You see here, you literally can’t hide anything, but there you have the option to pretend like nothing’s wrong,” he said.
“Well, I don’t know, it’s just weird. I don’t know how I would introduce a serious talk.”
“A simple ‘can I talk to you?’ usually suffices,” he suggested.
“Yeah but, I don’t know…” I trailed off. The truth was I felt like people would treat me different if they heard me complaining about my petty problems.
“No one would treat you differently, not the people who care at least,” he said.
“Well I guess it’s something I just wasn’t used to.”
“Are you getting used to it now?”
I smiled, “I think so.”
“Now look who’s cheesy,” he smirked.
I kept getting more tired as the day progressed.
“Gerarrrrrrrrrd,” Frank lulled, “Who’s a sleepy Gerard? You are! Yes you are!”
“Go away,” I whined.
“It’s, like, nine in the afternoon. You got up at two almost; you shouldn’t be so tired yet.”
“I can’t help it, I’ve just been getting sleepier and sleepier.”
“Want some coffee?” he asked.
Normally that would’ve done the trick, but now…
“Picture Real Frank shirtless,” he tried again.
Not even that quite did the trick.
“Picture him pantless.”
That did the trick. I sprung up (and that’s not the only thing that sprung if ya know what I mean) and glared at him while he chuckled. I also crossed my legs for the moment.
I was lying on the bed, just trying to rest my eyes for a few minutes. He was leaning against my wall on the bed with my legs in his lap. God Frank is so cute… But Fake Frank and I have got too relaxed of a relationship now, and there’s also the fact that he isn’t real.
“Glad to see you’re up,” he said.
I yawned.
“Nevermind,” he rolled his eyes.
“Well damn, I can’t help it. Why do I even have to sleep anyway? This is—” yawn “this is stupid.”
“Ohh,” he said as if he realized something. I was too tired to question anything so I just went along, “I see. Well I guess you should go to sleep then,” he said with a sad smile.
Once again, too tired to deal with anything I just agreed, “Okay, good night Frankie,” I said while leaning against his shoulder and allowing my eyes to close.
“Goodbye Gerard.”
Goodbye?
“It’s been fun,” he continued.
I know I’m half asleep, but he seems to be reacting a little over dramatic to me.
Oh well, I’ll deal with him later, for now I’m simply letting the weight on my chest drag me down into unconsciousness.

Notes

Very short chapter. and very boring. i'm sorry.
this was more of a filler anyway
next one should be fun however