Alternative Treatment?

Gerard had his fingers locked around my neck, his face just slamming into the boas I was wearing. Everyone was staring at us, everyone at this new place Gerard insisted on going to. It was an ice cream place where, evidently, Gerard had asked and was about to receive his goddam coffee flavored frozen yogurt he'd been dying to have.

"Frank Frank Frank," Gerard nearly chanted.

I looked over to his excited face and smirked, "What?"

"We should make an alliance, like we could be Partners In Crime," he waved his arms unnaturally in front of my face like a fangirl. "Come on, whaddya say?"

"What the fuck Gerard. No," I handed him a cancer stick, partly because I'm polite and partly because I wanted him to shut up. I lit it for him, and the opposite effect happened.

"I mean, you could be the fabulous guy who can crawl through ducts and fit under chairs and be small. And I'd be that badass that always leaves an explosion and walks away very subtly but awesome-like," Gerard rambled. "Oh, and we'd be lovers."

I allowed smoke to exit my lips and smirked in disbelief. "Okay, love, and what if you get yourself killed?"

"Right," Gerard collapsed, boas and all, on the floor. I say collapsed because it's obvious he didn't fall. He just limped until he reached the floor and grabbed my arm. Then he started sing-whispering, if that makes any sense. "Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius, I don't feel any pain..." He went on singing, the rest of the ice cream place staring with their big eyes and such.

Then Gee got up. "...and that's what'll happen if I get myself killed."

I raised my brow. "Really? You'll die Les Miserables style?"

The waiter guy came with our ice creams. "That was deep," was all he said, and I peered at his nametag for his name. "It's amazing you quieted the whole place, it's moments like this where silence is golden."

"Thank you, Oliver," I said, and dug my spoon into my ice cream, which was mint flavored. I kind of picked at it for a very long time before looking back to Gerard, who was also picking at his food.

"How come you're not eating your ice cream?" I asked. "Was it something I said?"

"No," Gerard assured me. "I don't know, I never ate much. Well, ever since Mikey's been gone, I never really ate with people or at parties or anything. I mean, I love to bluff about eating a whole bucket of something but I don't really do it." Then he looked at me. "Why aren't you?"

"I never did eat much either, I'm so po," I sighed, a light smile spread across my face.

"Po?"

"Yeah, I'm so poor I can't afford the last two letters," I chuckled a bit. Gerard snapped and pointed to me. "Aw I see what you did there."

"I've never thought I'd say this, but this ice cream place is depressing. Like, I'm wearing goddam boas and I don't feel so good," I mixed around with my food.

"Let's go to a hotel, there's pools and stuff so we won't get hella bored," Gerard suggested. "Now, I suggest since we're Partners In Crime and all..."

"No, we're not."

Notes

Oliver Sykes from Bring Me The Horizon. I know that 'it's moments like this where silence is golden' part was really cheesy but it felt so awesome for him to say that.