Kissing Through The Fence (Frerard)

Meet me at the fence

The day after Gee "broke up" with me, he wasn't sitting at his usual table. He was sitting with that girl. Melanie, I'm guessing? Her back was to me when I got up to sit with him. He looked up and shook his head. He then tossed me a crumpled up piece of paper and gestured for me to sit back down. I opened the piece of paper and smiled as I scanned across the note.

Mel thinks you're an asshole, so apparently if she sees you around me, she'll break your neck. On the plus side, they finally decided I could have a cell phone, so that's nice. Also, meet me at the wire fence at three this morning. We need to talk.

Love you,

xoGee

P.S.
I included my number on the back.

I nodded and shoved the paper in the pocket if my jeans and thought about what to do until 3 am. I scanned the room for my brother. When he wasn't there, I went to his room, where he was in his bed, reading one of my old Doom Patrol comics. I gently sat on the bed.

"Hi, Ray. How are you?"

"I'm fine, I guess. They say I'm getting better."

"That's great!" He did sound way better than the last time we spoke. "Did they say when they might let you out?"

"A couple weeks or so." I smiled bigger, but before I said anything, Ray spoke again. "They say I'm better off without you."

"W-What?" I ask, smile shattered.

"They said you treating me like a child was just making me worse. These past few weeks that you've been with that Gerard guy have been better than all the time I've been here."

"Oh."

"I suggest you leave and go back to Gee." I could sense him hiding his hurt behind nonchalance.

"But Ra-"

"NO FRANK, IM BETTER WITHOUT YOU." I was taken aback by his sudden outburst. I looked back at him one last time before leaving his room.

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I got there at 2:30, the overachiever I am. Gee wasn't there yet, like I expected. I couldn't leave and come back, I wouldn't have time. And visiting hours were long over by now. I looked around and strode over to the door where they keep the files. Recently I couldn't get Mr. Poker face out of my head. I punched in the code and quickly found his file. I took a deep breath and opened it.

"Way, Michael. Brother of Way, Gerard. He was very unhappy here, you could tell from the start. He usually growled at people instead of talking. Terrible case of schizophrenia, when he spoke, it was about a mysterious force called Them coming to steal his secrets. He escaped March 22, 2013. We still don't know his whereabouts."

That probably explains the code. I glanced at my watch. 2:45 am. I had time to skim over one more person. I looked over at Ray's file and shook my head. It was cold as hell in there, and my car had heating. As I was walking back to my car, I spotted Gee leaning up against the fence.

"Hey." I waved.

"Hey. We need to talk."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

"I've been here way too long. And when I ask how I'm doing or when they think I'll be let out, they just ignore me. Also, Mel is getting on my fucking nerves." He lowered his voice. "I have to get out of here. And fucking fast."

"What's the rush?" I ask.

"I've heard rumors about them taking me to Green Tree. The place where if you dont get better, they'll...you know," He made a slicing motion across his neck. I gasped.

"Okay. I'll think of something. I just can't lose you, okay?" He nodded.

"I'd better get going. I'll see you soon, love."

"Wait, what if I don't?" I asked, fearing what might happen to him. He smiled and motioned for me to come closer. And closer. Until my nose was pressed up against the wire. Then, I felt his lips on mine, and everything disappeared.

We were kissing through the fear, kissing through the loss, kissing through the heartache.

We were kissing through the fence. The fence of things that tried so hard to keep us apart. And in that moment, I knew I loved him. I loved him more than myself. I loved him more than the feeling of the cool breeze before a rainstorm. As we pulled away for breath, we knew words would ruin the moment. We both knew what the other was thinking, because the words were hanging in the air so thick, they were almost audible.

I love you.

I love you too.