Alternative Treatment?

Damn jump scares, I nearly fell out of the car. Gerard's serious eyes turned to me again, and then they lightened. "Um, sorry for scaring you."

"You think you 'scared' me? I'm terrified of you!" I hugged my knees to my chest. Sighing, I rested my chin on my hand. "Why'd you do it, Gee?"

"Reasons. Look, I'm not barging my way through your past, now am I?" he gritted his teeth, driving a bit faster.

"Wait, you mentioned your brother, right?" I barged like he told me not to. It's not like I really cared...who the hell am I kidding I cared like it was my own life.

"You want to start that?" he grinned sarcastically. "You must be fun at parties." Gerard threw his cancer stick out the window.

"Gerard, I really want to help you," I said, nervously. "I think I like you...and I don't want you to feel alone anymore."

"Stop being such a goddam good guy," he glanced at me for a moment. "Most of those bastards are false. Living false lives, reading false things. They all think they can get what they want with that huge fucking false smile. I swear, some people are yuck as fuck."

Gerard changed the subject. "Frank, are you one of those kinds of people that watch movies like it's their job? You know, like all the fucking time?"

"No," I tried to remember the last movie I saw. I think it was Night of The Living Dead, or Jeepers Creepers, but I wasn't sure. "Not all the time."

"Well, you must read. I mean, I think it was a job requirement or some shit like that," he ran a hand through his hair. "Well, there's this one book that kind of has some sort of moral to it."

"And that is?"

"Is a man who chooses to be bad better than one forced to be good?" Gerard stared hopelessly out the window. "I mean, maybe I'm not meant to be like this, treated. Maybe Mikey's hurt because I wasn't evil when I was supposed to be."

"All this treatment is doing is helping you become a better person."

"Then why aren't I better yet?" he pouted. "I still use guns. I still own knives. I still want to rob people."

I chuckled grimly. "You haven't let me medicate you yet."

"Stop being a good guy, Frankie," he smiled teasingly.

"I'm not such a good guy," I laughed, remembering one of my smaller crimes. "Hey, you know I only live in Jersey because I sneaked on an airplane from Cali?"

"What? No way!" Gerard playfully punched me in the shoulder. "Frank Anthony Iero, you are such a stray."

"At least I'm not yuck as fuck..." I covered my grinning face with my hands, which were stylish with Gerard's Hogwarts logos on them.

"Are you accusing me?" he laughed.

"Mebbe."

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