You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Thirteen (Gerard's POV)

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"What happened?" Brendon jumped as I walked back into the room slowly. Out of all people, I didn't want to talk to him. Anyone! Patty? Spence? Peteroo? Anyone!

"Nothing. All is good" I lied. He raised a bushy eyebrow.

"No. Nothing is, we're all caught up in this huge web of problems we call jail!" Damn, Brendon could be deep. His eyes were full of kindness as he opened his arms and smiled a bit. I shrugged and made my way into his arms.

"I love you, Gee. Never forget that." Bam! I'm crying! God damn, why? I had been a 24 hour working fountain for the last few weeks, since Frank got here. I'm normally not the type to cry. I think of it as a sign of cowardice, even I always tell people otherwise. I had always been sensitive, yes. But never a crying person. That was new to me.

"You need to talk about it. It'll help." He sweetly whispered.

"I-I...What will he do?" I choked. He patted my back and laid his head on mine. I looked up and his eyes met mine. His brown pair drifted away and stared at the wall.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, let him." He answered. He then patted my back one last time and got up.

"What if he's feeling suicidal?" I whined, tapping my foot in the stress of those few minutes possibly being his last.

"Gerard! Why are you so worried? Do you even realize what this guy has done to you? He's made you a mess! Look at yourself!" He was now shouting, pointing. "This isn't you! Gee, I love you but this needs to stop, I'm worried!" I timidly nodded, holding in a tear. No, no, boys don't cry, stop that!

He sat down next to me and laid a hand on my shivering knee.

"Gerard, please."

I nodded again, saying nothing. I didn't want to, I couldn't anyway. If I tried, nothing would come out. I rubbed my eyes, messing up my makeup

I stood up, carefully holding onto the desk to not fall or something along those lines. The cement floor felt like quicksand. Every step I took sunk into the ground and made me feel heavy, droopy.

I reached the door and pulled the handle, it didn't budge.

"You locked me in?" I shouted across the room to a very unusually calm Brendon, lying down on his mattress, chuckling.

"You're not going to go see him." he said, looking at me innocently. Because locking your boyfriend in a cell is totally going to help Frank's emotional state.

"You don't know what he'll do! Please, let me out!" I shrieked, madly banging on the door and making my knuckles bleed. I must've looked so stupid and desperate, hitting my fists at a slab of metal and crying.

Brendon sighed and drifted his eyes from wall to wall, probably daydreaming. I hyperventilated and muttered mean things under my breath.

"Please," I whispered, "I love him." He didn't answer but I know he heard me. Tears the started to flood out as my body fell against the door and started to shake whenever I took in a stinging breath. I knew what to do.

"Brendon. Let. Me. Out. Now." I ordered, my head tilting backwards and eyes fixating him evilly and full of hate. Brendon looked at me, smirked and then threw his head back onto his folded hands and chuckling.

And with that, I sprung up and beelined to the mattress, climbed up and straddled onto his hips, crashing my lips into his. He smiled stupidly and kissed back.

I cupped his face in my two hands and bit on his bottom lip. Brendon then wrapped both his hands around my waist and pulled me forward, sitting up. Good, I knew he would do that.

I then let go of his face, holding it with only one palm, my fingers scratching into his cheek. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. He was smiling.

"Finally." He joked, as he kissed me again. I just giggled like a teenage girl and wnt along with it.

I stretched my arm to reach his back pocket, the key had to be there. Before I could get too close to Frank's life, Brendon peeled of my hand from his back and laid it around his neck.

"I love you." he whispered. I couldn't say it back. Sorry Brendon, but I don't love you like I did yesterday.

"I know." I replied, making a second attempt at stealing the keys. I pulled my fingers to feel the cold metal. Got it! I slowly curled my fingers around the key and checked the tag attached to it.

Cell nº 62

Good. I slowly but surely stuffed them into my own pocket and kissed Brendon one last time, slightly tugging on his lip for the heck of it.

"Forgive me." I whispered, pulling away. He looked at me, confused, but didn't have the time to say much considering my fist had met his jaw a fraction of a second later. His head was thrown back and hit the cell wall. Holy crap his face is strong! My fists hurt so damn much at the moment, with all the door banging and Brendon's jaw hitting.

I shook the pain off and bolted from the bed, quickly scampering to the door and unlocking it, making sure to lock it back behind me so Brendon wouldn't follow. As the door clicked back, I hid the key back into my orange jumpsuit and sprinted to the bathroom. Frank had to be there.