don't threaten gee with a good time

                                    

                                          
                  
                          
"Who was that?" Bert demanded.

                          
"No one," Gee plopped down on his lap and smiled sweetly.
                          
Ray rolled his eyes from the other side of the couch. He didn't buy into Gee's bullshit, he knew it was Frank at the door from the tell tale look Gee had on her face when she walked back inside–like she had seen a ghost. Truly and utterly spooked.
                          
Bert attached his lips to the side of Gee's neck and started sucking. Gee moaned, not making any effort to keep the noise down.
                          
Ray checked his wrist like he had a watch and heaved himself off the couch. "It looks like its time for me to go. Catch you later Gee...Bert."
                          
They grunted in response.
                          
As soon as Ray was out the door, their lips separated.
                          
"Finally. He's such a killjoy."
                          
"Chill out, he's my best friend."
                          
"Whatever, do you want to smoke this," he pulled out a baggie of pre-rolled joints, "or not?"
                          
Gee grinned and dragged Bert outside.
                          


                          
In a way, Gee wanted Bert back. She missed having someone who knew her almost as good as Ray. And even though unpredictable was Bert's middle name; she missed the predictability of his sporadic behavior. He was familiar–a second home, and Frank was new territory not yet conquered, there were plenty of parts of him that she had yet to discover. Metaphorically speaking, Frank was a foreign country with different ideals and ways of life, and a Bert was that place she held dual citizenship in.
                          
The day when Bert McCracken rang the doorbell back into her life, he brought Gee a baggie of weed, a bottle of vodka, and a simple phrase. As soon as the words "I heard you were having a bad day" came out of his mouth, Gee let Bert right back into her life. If Bert knew it would be that easy, he would have done it a long time ago. She left Ray at her house and followed Bert to their old spot in the park, where the trees left an opening so you could see the sky, and lit up under the sinking sun, and passed the alcohol under the stars. 
                          
The weed was weak and the alcohol was something cheap from the corner store, but Gee enjoyed it nevertheless. The vodka burned down her throat and the first hit of the weed made her feel like she was going to cough up a lung because she hadn't smoked in so long, but she didn't care. In fact, she loved it. It felt like the first time she'd done something like this, when she knew perfectly well that it'd been a long time since she'd done something for the first time. Gee had been craving these feelings because they were the only ones significant enough to make her feel something physical. The ache and ecstasy served as a release and a distraction from everything that seemed to be targeting her at the moment. In those few hours Gee spent rekindling the old flame of companionship with Bert, she forgot the reason she was upset in the first place.
                          


                          
Fast-forward to three weeks later as Bert and Gee lay in the grass in Gee's backyard. They looked aimlessly up at the diminishing dusky sky as they shared a blunt.
                          
"I love you so much," Gee murmured to Bert who was pitifully attempting to make smoke rings.
                          
Bert laughed, most likely because he was stoned. "Good." Gee hummed at his response. "I missed you so much."
                          
"I figured as much," she shrugged and passed the joint back over to him. Bert caught her hand and held it, intertwining their fingers. "Gee look at me." Gee's head lolled over to face Bert. "I'm not going to fuck up like I did last time. I love you Gee."