Child's Play ➳ Frerard

Chapter Four (there may or may not be an over use of the F word)

Gerard woke up really fucking early and it was honesty too early for him because he couldn't be bothered to even glance at the alarm clock and just decided to crawl from his bed, to the stairs, and into the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

"Can I have some?" Mikey's groggy voice came from the doorway to the kitchen. Gerard looked away from the coffee maker to his brother and scowled a scowl that literally showed disgust.

"I. Am. So. Glad. I. Have. A room. In the basement!" Gerard announced with a slightly relieved yell. Mikey jumped back as Gerard fist-pumped the air and then went back to making coffee like he had not just overreacted about it.

Ray stood next to Mikey with a weirded out expression. Mikey's matched. "What..?"

"There is a whole floor separating your room and my room, Mikey, that means that I don't have to listen or overhear a certain brother doing activities that are fucking repulsive as fuck...you know math Mikey. You shouldn't figured that out. What's three minus one?"

Mikey blushed but still had a very confused look. "Three minus one - Gerard! What are you going on about?"

Gerard rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh and sipped from the coffee mug. "The basement." He held up a finger. "The first story." Second finger. "And the second floor." Gerard raised and eyebrow and looked to the three fingers that were in the air. "You see this? Three floors and the one that separates the two that we both sleep on. Do you get it now?"

Mikey sighed and walked further into the room, his to short Batman pajama pants going just at his ankles and to the counter that Gerard had hoisted himself up on to. "Gerard, I will never get you."

"It's better off that way then." Gerard shrugged and sipped the coffee again, "now excuse me, I need a shower."

The thought of Frank Iero coming to his mind.

"Are you going to visit the prison bitch, again today?" Mikey asked.

That made Gerard stop in his tracks and turn to face Mikey. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Prison bitch. Your best friend? The one who fucking killed his own parents!" Mikey yelled; for some reason, he never really liked Frank all that much.

But now Gerard had to restrain himself from wanting to choke the little Way brother. "I would much rather prefer boyfriend over prison bitch." He growled and walked away, bot before hearing his little brother snicker;

"That's right, because you'd be the bitch, anyway."

And maybe, just maybe, he was right.

- - -

To say that Frank was surprised when he found out he had a visitor the second day in a row was an understatement. He'd figure that Gerard would show up again eventually, but not quite so soon. He was happy though. Gerard was here again, so he wasn't scared then.

Or at least he didn't show it.

"Frankie, hi." Gerard grinned when he sat down next to the boy at the same table that they had sat in the previous day.

It was fucking music to the ears to hear Gerard say his name like that again. Frank smiled at the childhood memories of 'Frankie' and 'Gee' nicknames, but they were just children when they started calling each other that.

"Hi...Gee." Frank smiled at Gerard, resisting the urge to pull him into a hug.

He'd be able to do that freely at exactly tomorrow at 11:56. Frank was smart, and he had his escape planned out perfectly. He'd be able to sneak out and quite possibly have to snap necks and crack heads in the process but it was worth it to be able to actually fucking be next to Gerard again - without the handcuffs.

"You didn't think I'd come back today, would you?" Gerard asked with a sly smirk. "But I did; and that surprised you, didn't it?"

Frank looked at Gerard with wide eyes. Perhaps Gerard had gotten just as smart as himself. But if Gerard were in prison, could he escape after being there for three days before people who have been there for years? No, didn't think so.

"I knew you'd come back Gerard, you always came back - I just didn't think it would be this soon." Frank answered quietly, remembering all the times that Frank or Gerard had made each other mad and Gerard was always the one apologizing. No matter who started the fight in the first place.

Gerard was Frank's fucking bitch, just admit it. Frank chuckled and stared at Gerard. He was glad that Gee had no idea what was going on in his head at that moment.

"Okay...well, were expecting me to say that I will visit you until the day that you get out of this hellhole?" Gerard asked. He thought he was so smart, just to give him credit, he kind of was.

Frank nodded. "I'm your best friend; of course you would." He smiled and put his hand on Gerard's. He sounded like and egotistical and narcissistic prick, but he was so honestly, there was no argument to that.

He sighed and looked to his lap. Frank brought his cuffed hand to the Gerard's face, "I love you, you know?"

Gerard only shrugged. He didn't want to be embarrassed again, or show his feelings - which were hurt and humiliation.

"Well, I do." Frank admitted, pulling his hand away. "I really hope you visit me everyday for as long as I'm in here and then we'll run away together into the sunset after. You got that?"

Gerard blushed and nodded, even though they both knew that Frank was stretching the truth to show how he felt about the older boy.

"I'll see you then, okay? But the guards are coming over -" Frank was interrupted by the cop pulling him up. "I'll see you soon!" He yelled over his shoulder as they pulled him away. Real fucking soon.

- - -

Gerard didn't know that soon meant tomorrow night. But Frank didn't want him to know that. It would be a special surprise; if you think waking Gerard up in the middle of the night while standing in his room is a special surprise then by all means-be my guest.

Frank hummed as he watched all the prisoners being forced into their cells around him. He'd be a free man soon- well, as free as a man that was on the run from cops could be. He'd just threaten someone who had keys, snap their neck, grab the keys, unlock the door then kill any other fucker that gets in the way of his escape.

Easy fucking peasy; to someone who's not a stupid as fuck person who doesn't know how to escape from a box. Be the fucking cockroach (or whatever bug you see crawling from underneath the walls.)

You actually see a lot of bugs in this hell. But which ever you prefer, or what ever one gives you more confidence in being able to escape.

Hm...this story; I actually know what to put in the next chapter *whispers so I can't hear* fucking finally!

Yeah...enjoy the fucking chapter...