Alternative Treatment?

"One coffee flavored ice cream please," Gerard enthusiastically jumped to my side and ordered. The teenager in front of the register scratched at his head and replied very quietly.
"Sir, we don't have that flavor," he said, avoiding eye contact.

I glanced at his nametag. I know that whenever I use someone's name all polite and such, I have a better chance at getting what I want. "Hey Vic, you have no idea what I have to lose here," I mumbled. "This ice cream is my whole life here." Wow. Never thought I'd ever say that.

Vic looked around for any other people, and whispered, "What do you mean?"

"This man," I pointed to Gerard, who was doing cartwheels at the moment. "He's deadly."

"Deadly?" he raised a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. For all I know, he could be an assassin," I took in a deep breath. "And I need that ice cream, he really wants it."

"Why didn't you just go to a fast food joint and pour coffee on the ice cream cone?"

"I tried, but he didn't like it!"

Vic put a hand on my shoulder. "You'll have to break it to him, nice and easy."

I walked slowly to Gerard, my hands slumped in my pockets. "Hey, Gee, we don't have that ice cream here. Sorry." And out of nowhere, he will stab me in the back and kill me. He looks innocent but he's a murderer.

He didn't do that, actually. Instead, he smiled happily, "That's okay. Um, sorry for the trouble, I just haven't had ice cream in ages."

I decided not to ask any more questions, and led Gerard into my car, where he fell sound asleep. When he was asleep, he was really cute. His eyebrows would flinch a bit, and his lips would crack small grins every once in a while.

As I reached my house, I carefully woke Gerard up. He sleepily turned to me and stretched.

"Oh hi Frankie," he yawned. "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Long time, now come on and get up," I said softly. Gerard giggled and refused to get up.

"Frank, you have to carry me," he giggled again. "I know I'm kind of fat, but I won't get up on my own." Well, I decided to give it a try, although I'm not very athletic and I rarely lift weights. Gerard called himself fat, but he wasn't. I'm your average joe carrying a man years older than me, and he was very light.

In the dark, I laid Gerard onto my mattress. "So comfy!" he giggled.

I placed my fedora on the nightstand and laid by Gerard. "Goodnight," I said.

"You're right, it is a good night," Gerard said, and even though I couldn't see, I could tell he was smiling wide.

"No, like, goodnight," I tried to explain. "It's what people say to each other before they go to sleep."

"Oh! I used to do that," he recalled. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Sweet dreams," I turned in my bed.

"What?" he asked.

"Go to sleep Gerard," I said, annoyed.

"Oh. Okay. Um go to sleep, to you too," he said, snuggling in the blanket.

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