•DESTROYED (Frerard)

14

It's been approximately 3 days since I escaped from the Prison. Gerards been spending some time hanging around out by the prison cells which is completely stupid in my opinion because he is sure to get caught.. He won't though, will he, he's Gerard.

I admit it annoyed me at first. I mean, what would I do if Gerard was captured?! Nope, not thinking about that.

Anyways, I was with Patrick, we were getting ready to expand the shelters further into the forest. This meant that the higher branches that came above the canopy line needed to be chopped down.

I had a saw in my right hand, me, with a saw. No thanks. Be aware Patrick you may not have your hand after this event is over.

We had cut down 3 branches out of the 7 that needed cutting and seeing this as a perfect opportunity to find out about Pete I asked "Um Patrick."

The fair haired man replied "Yup?" Not looking up from his sawing.

"Well .. Like" I stumbled, trying to find the right words to say. "About Pete"

Patrick's eyes flashed at the mention of his name "what about him?" His voice suddenly wooden and toneless.

"Do you think he will .. Get better?" I asked trying to be subtle with the words I chose.

Patrick stopped sawing but kept his eyes down on the branch. He seemed to be thinking but his lip was trembling slightly. He looked like he was about to cry.

"I don't know.." His voice broke as he spoke.

I continue sawing, this was obviously making Patrick feel uncomfortable and I didn't want an awkward atmosphere  between the two of us.

I stared down at the wood that was creaking slightly as I reached the end of the branch. I don't even know why we are expanding the shelters - not like we have any more people joining us. I decided to break the silence by asking a question "so - what are these shelters going to be used for?"

Patrick looked up "oh ! They're going to be for storing weapons"

I swallowed "weapons?"

"Yeah, but you'll have to ask Gerard he's in charge of it all" Patrick gave a small smile.

"Right.." I looked down with a frown... The fuck we gonna do with guns n shit? I don't wanna fight anyone... I'm too small.

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I was sat with Pete on lookout duty, it wasn't the best job as nothing ever happened. Lucky it was a nice day, last time I was say up here it stated hailstorming badly.

Pete was sat opposite me, avoiding eye contact rather obviously, I didn't want to make conversation. You know me and my lack of conversing with other people.

"Sorry frank" Pete sounded out of the blue which took me by surprise. I just looked up with look of shock.

"It's okay" I mumbled as my autopilot kicked in and replied without me realising what I was forgiving.

"No really.. I am sorry" Pete was staring straight into my eyes which was leaving me feeling slightly shifty. His hand moved out towards mine in a slow manner.

Before I could react he had his lips Locked with mine. His saliva was sweeter than Gerards but it wasn't the same. I pulled away a look of horror on my face. I was left stammering as what had just happened sunk into my brain.

"That is what I am sorry for - Frank"
Pete uttered his words out.

I tasted my mouth as I regained the normal feeling "why?" I asked in a small and quiet voice.

"I just miss Mikey" he replied keeping his head down.

"So you kiss me?" I retorted.

"I thought it would relapse the feelings I felt when I was with Mikey, you are so similar to him. Quiet, intelligent and creative. I crave the attention he gave me"

"Pete" I murmured

"He made me so happy I thought that maybe kissing you would send me back into that happy state" he looked down and caressed his fingers.

"I don't really know what to say, I mean I am sorry that you lost Mikey. I really am - but there is nothing I can do about that" Pete lowered his head as a single tear began to fall from his one of his eyes.

I looked away and got up, deciding to abandon the lookout duty I started to climb down the ladder.

"Wait" Pete called. "Please don't tell Gerard" Petes eyes were desperate as the tears streamed. I looked down and looked back up again.

"Okay I won't" I breathed to Pete. His face lifted slightly as I spoke.

"Thank you" Pete sighed.