Look at us, we messed up, and now we are sharing a cell. ( Frerard/Ferard )

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Wow okay so hello to whoever reads this, I'm shocked

This story has 70 reads already and is #61 (currently) in prison?!

Honestly that just makes me so happy, because I love writing this.

To everyone that reads this, I love you <3

Frank POV

Okay, so maybe that was a little harsh.

My outburst, that is.

I mean yeah he's a murderer, hell, he's worse then me, but maybe I shouldn't have just yelled at him. He seems like he's just trying to help, but I can't say so for sure. But what I can say is, wow. He's hot.

Frank, stop.

He's a murderer, but a fucking hot one at that.

God I'm just confusing myself now. He's a stranger and we are in prison, my emotions and feelings can just go fuck off.

"So, I think the guards will come soon and then we have time to exercise outside for an hour. You can stick with me if you want." The man, Gerard I mean, says.

"Oh, yeah sure okay.." I'm not sure whether to trust him or not, but hey there's nothing to really lose here, I'm already in the worst place I could imagine. So I'll go with him.

Almost on cue, Jon, the lovely guard I had met earlier (if you couldn't tell, I'm being sarcastic, he's a fucking asshole) comes to unlock the cell doors. He kind of just glares at me and then walks away. How nice. 

Gerard gets up and goes to the door, waving me on to get up, so I do. We then meet with some dude with a big ass brown afro, who's name is Ray, and his cell mate with blond messy yet somehow still straight-ish hair, Bob. They both seem pretty chill, but Ray keeps glancing at me and Gerard in a weird way. I decide to brush it off, because I don't really care what some stranger thinks about me.

We make it outside and god, it's hot as hell. This doesn't seem to affect the other three though, so I guess they are used to it. 

"Want to run?"

Gerard's voice pulls me from my own thoughts. He has a nice voice, it's rough but also sort of nice in a way..I like it, I think.

"Okay, sure." 

We head over to the track to do some laps, even though it's scorching out. After about ten or so minutes, we are both sweating our asses off. But..Gerard is hot, literally and looks wise, when he is sweaty. Which sounds gross, but whatever. He's hot sweaty and clean. I decide to stop running and find a bench, that's kind of falling apart but hey, it's a place to sit. In my surprise, Gerard follows and takes a seat next to me.

"Hey Frank?"

"Mhm?" 

"You're actually kind of cute in the sun."

He grins and my face gets red, as I stare at him in shock. He ends up laughing afterwards and I sigh in relief, seeing as he's joking. 

"That was cruel, Gerard."

"I know." He grins once more, seeming amused. 

After that, I get up and start walking the track, alone. He doesn't try to follow me, and I'm kind of glad about that. 

I've come to the conclusion that Gerard is a bitch.

But for some reason, I'm still attracted to him.

What the hell.

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ack okay sorry this was kind of a bad chapter oops

But I'm sort of rushed right now, and I wanted to write a chapter this afternoon

I hopefully will be able to update this later tonight

Thanks for reading this awful chapter lmao sksksks