•DESTROYED (Frerard)

6

It had been 3 days since me and Gerard had our episode. I say episode, I mean, extremely sexual interaction. It filled with me with warm feelings when I thought about the man that I had removed the innocence from. I think now... I was happier than I've ever been, even if I was in a prison.

Some thoughts were still praying on my mind though, the very first time I had ever seen Gerard he had burst into the food allowance room when I was collecting my package and shouted I understand now I never asked him what he understood so my plan was to find that out sooner rather than later. There was also the deal with the tap, he never fully explained to me why he was so interested in the metal structure that poked out the wall. Then there was the drawing of me in the main room... That talented man didn't ever tell me how he managed to sneak a pen inside here. Let alone draw my face.

He had so many secrets I just wanted to unlock them all, and with his theory about the camera in the wall and the tattooed numbers on the backs of the clones necks. The mystical essence he presented gave me more and more reasons to fascinate me. I was truly hooked on his being.

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We had just got back from collecting our food allowance, Gerard had been suspiciously quiet but, it didn't bother me. I assumed he was mulling over some other fancy theory about why we were here.

I was sat on the bottom bunk of our bed, various thoughts clogged my mind, the main one being 3 days ago when we carried out the intimacy that stole my virginity. I don't think he knew it was my first sexual experience and to be quite honest, I didn't want him to find out. It would make the whole he's 23 I'm 18 thing odd.

Gerard was leaning against the sink casually. His hands in his jacket pockets with his messed up red hair falling in front of his face. He didn't even have to try, he always looked perfect. Some people just manage that y'know? Gerard does it to a t.

"Hey Gerard I have a few questions" I mushed the silence, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to ask Gerard one of the many thoughts I had stacked up in my brain.

Gerard stopped leaning on the sink and raised his eye brows "fire away Frankie" he mewed. A shiver Ran down my spine, I loved it when he called me Frankie. He probably knew that I wanted to ask a complicated question. He was trying to make me blush. "Go on then frankie" he repeated.

I blinked a few times before forming my words and saying "when I first saw you... You seemed very" I paused "exited?"

"Oh, yes?" Gerard questioned, seemly half dazed out of reality.

I cleared my throat "um, yeah" I shuffled my hands in my lap "I think you said I remember now. You never clarified what you meant"

"Oh that was about the clones" Gerard huffed. "I was only captured that day, I was sneaking in around the buildings they keep us in here. I wanted to see who or what was running the place. I wanted to see the things, but I didn't manage to. I was hiding out by the water supply works, when a clone saw me. I got captured but, in the process I learned that the workers here were genetically identical manikins of every prisoner. That's what I understood" he flicked the hair out of his face.

I nodded slowly and said "why were you by the waterworks in the first place? You seem very interested in what goes on here."

"And you're not interested at all?" Gerard wrinkled his nose "how can you not take interest in this, human race... We're so simple" Gerard huffed and rolled his eyes.

He's some sort of genius... Yes, in that mind, packed away is a tiny flicker of hope that is, Gerards psychopathic genius brain waves.. I frowned and looked up, he was leaning his back against the wall with a slight smirk that crept round his mouth slowly.

"Where'd you get the pen?" I asked trying to ignore the fact that he was biting his bottom lip slightly which, if I thought about it too much could turn me rock hard in an instant.

He shook his head slowly, still bearing the smirk and still biting his lip. He shut his eyes and said "common cold Frankie."

I wrinkled my nose and stuck my bottom lip out slightly "wha-?" I asked feeling rather overwhelmed and out of my depth. I wish I had a brain like him.

"I pretended I was ill, not dying ill, but.. Snuffly common cold ill. You get me?" He turned his head away but kept the eye contact.

"I- ugh... Yeah I understand, did you go see a doctor?" I widened my eyes at the thought that I may have actually guessed something right.

"Yep" he said shortly. I warmed up inside, that remark, only small made me feel like I wasn't some brainless sheep. Because, compared to Gerard I was a sheep, no doubt.

Gerard smiled, it wasn't a mysterious smirk, or a cheeky grin. Just a genuine smile. Awh. He should smile more often he looked so cute.

"You should smile more often"

Shit. Did I just fucking say that? Why the hell did I say that out loud what the fuck. There was no holding back my embarrassment, my face began to filter through a pinkish red.

Gerard pushed his lips together and looked back directly to my eyes, he opened his mouth and breathed "no need to blush, Frankie."

Fuck off Gerard that makes it even worse you asshole. I wanted to look away but his intense hazel eyed stare kept me fixed. I lusted to curl up and die, as if I just said that out loud. I focused my thoughts and said "sorry"

Wow, of all the words to pick. Sorry. Well done Frank. Do you want some total humiliation to go with that serving of embarrassment there?

I left the room. Yes I was probably overreacting. And the conversation could have no doubt been saved, but, I am Frank Iero. And as I said before, I care about the wrong things.