"Mom, why'd you make another bed for Gerard? He could have just slept in mine."
His mom, who had been washing her hands, shook them, flicking water into the sink. "Oh, honey, I'm sure he'd be more comfortable in his own bed. You're getting a little too old to sleep in the same bed as your friends, anyway. It might be considered... I don't know, kinda weird. He'll probably be happier in his own bed; not everyone's a cuddlebug like you." she smiled.
Frank did not smile back. Weird? Weird how?
He didn't like how that felt.
He walked up the stairs and found Gerard sitting on the little floor-bed, his legs crossed.
He looked small.
"She thinks it's 'weird'," Frank said, making air quotes. "Whatever. Wanna watch a movie?"
It turns out they shared a love for horror movies.
They already kind of knew that, though, from the Hereditary conversation earlier.
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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE
