I'm Really Not That Bad.

Frank Iero, the short, cute, way too hyper 15 year old, was definitely not expecting to find himself stuck in a bleak, white, mental ward that he was stuck in until he was deemed fit for society.
And he was less than excited to be sat in front of a stone faced shrink, asking him about how he felt and when she got no response, she wrote a few lines on her legal pad. Finally, the hour they had together passed and he was led out of the room and to the dining room.
Now, Frank definitely wasn't the worst in the group of the psychos. No, not even close. He was self-admitted for bulimic and anorexic tendencies, as well as a slew of other less important problems. As he sat down, the tray of unappealing food was sat in front of him.

After about ten minutes a hush came over the room. He turned around, following the gaze of the others. His eyes widened as he saw what they were all looking at. What he saw was definitely the best thing he'd seen since he'd gotten there.
Better than the schizos when they'd start screaming about the imaginary things in their heads.
Better than the bipolars having to be dragged back to their rooms.
Even better than the addicts begging for extra doses of their meds.
This was incredible. The man standing in the doorway, shrugging off the nurse's attempts to lead him to a table. Instead, he took the tray from the nurse's hands and making his own way to a table, which just so happened to be Frank's table. The nurses sighed, but walked out. All that was left were the psychos. They all turned away pretty quickly as the new stranger took a seat across from Frank.
The fifteen year old sat there, awestruck. "Sweetheart, close your mouth before I put those lips to good use." The man said cockily, smirking. Frank quickly complied, blushing.
"I'm Gerard. And you are?" The man, apparently Gerard, asked. "Frank Iero... Uh, I'm 15. What about you?" Frank asked, obviously less relaxed than Gerard.
"19. What're you in here for?" Gerard asked. Frank was almost tempted to not answer. That question was a definite no no when you first get in. God, didn't this guy know anything about this place? Obviously not.
"Eating disorder shit. Anxiety attacks. Psychotic episodes. Shit like that." He shrugged biting his lip. "Ah, I see. I'm in here for addiction stuff. Alcohol, drugs, smoking." Gerard replied simply. "Well, this place isn't really all that bad. People here are pretty cool. I can introduce you to some people later if you want." Frank offered. "Yeah, sure." He said nonchalantly. And with that, they began their friendship.

Notes

Hey :) this is my first story... pretty crappy i know but it would mean a lot if you would leave a comment telling me what you think. Thanks!