You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison (Ferard)

They Watch All the Things You Do

Damn, sex with Frankie was great. Yeah, thats when I started calling him Frankie. And later that night he started calling me Gee. So what to do now I asked myself. Since Frank was back at our cell, I decided to join him. I walked back to our cell and Frankie was laying on the bed- my bed. 

"Hey babe." He said. 

I replied with, "Shh I don't want other people to see us.

"We can't be seen together at all?'

"No, we can be friends but i don't want people to see us. Got it?"

"But whyyy?" Jeez that guy was clingy. He was acting drunk and like, I  don't know.

"Because remember I'm married. And I have a kid. Plus, people here are douchebags. I  don't know about you but I don't wanna be beat up, okay? Okay?! Frank? FRANK?" He fell asleep. That little dick had fallen asleep. Well, I might has well too. So I went in his bunk and fell asleep.

*outside the story* *Frank's POV*

It was about 24 hours after I got caught. I sit in the cell waiting for my fate. I wonder how Gerard is doing. Wait, why do I care what happens to him? I hate him. God, I fucking hate him but I still kinda love him. I look at the clock. 6:38 p.m. 2 hours and uh...um...something seconds til I die. Electric chair probably. Gerard better die too. Because I won't go down by myself but I'll go down with my friends. Or anyone actually. I cannot take the suspence. I get up and start walking around the square room. 

"Hey knock it off and sit down you stupid punk!' the guard yells at me. Okay fine whatever. I sit down and think. I wonder how Gee is doing. 

*Frank's POV-done*

{Hey it's Phil. So I did something diffrent (wow). I feel it adds more suspence or confusion or suspenfusion. I sound really stupid now so I'll go now. But thanks for reading my fanfic. Byeeee.}