My doctor made me take a depression test today and said the results were "worry some"
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Gerard POV
He is so definitely gay.
The way he reacted to what I said. It was fucking hilarious! His face a beet red, his eyes wide. Ah, how I amuse myself.
He decided to get up and leave, shortly ending that moment. But it's not like I cared anyways. It doesn't matter to me. After he had left, I decided to go over to the weights. Yes, we have dumbbells and a bench press in this shithole. It's so we stay healthy I guess. I quickly pick up a dumbbell, to make it look like I'm working out. If the guards catch you not working out (or at the minimum, attempting to) then you will get in trouble. I'm too lazy to get in trouble.
So I casually stand, using one of the lighter dumbbells. I catch Frank looking at me at few times as he walks back, and I just smirk to myself. Maybe if I really am so attractive, I can use it against him or something. Poor little Frankie doesn't know what's in store for him.
I look back over to the track, scanning my eyes for him. Just as I spot him, I see Bob next to him, and then he puts his hand on his shoulder, casually just grinning.
Now I don't know why, but this really fucking pisses me off. Maybe it's Frank's awkward reaction to the movement, or maybe it's because Frank is my target to kill, who knows. But I'm mad as hell. Where the fuck is Ray? He needs to tell Bob to fuck off from Frank.
But I mean, I don't blame Bob for trying to talk to Frank. There are no girls here, so basically everyone looking for love has been turned gay here, or already was gay before they came. And on top of that, Frank is quite a pretty human. But I do not appreciate what Bob is doing, obviously trying to flirt with Frank.
Thankfully soon after, the guards call out that it's the end of the exercise hour, and we all need to hit the showers. Frank quickly leaves Bob and actually comes over to me after he spots me, which makes me grin.
"Hey, uh I have no idea where the showers are, could you like, maybe help me..?"
I nod and give him the slightest smile. "Of course, lets go inside."
I take him inside the building, making a left turn from the dining hall (that looks like more of a beat up cafeteria to be honest), walking into the public showers. We are the first here, but that doesn't last long.
"Hey Frank?"
"Yes?"
I grab both his shoulders and lean my head down to his ear, whispering quietly.
"I bet you'd look even prettier then you did in the sun if you were in the shower with me."
He rips out from my grasp, his face a bright red as I just smirk at him.
"I-I um-"
He can't even finish his sentence before he runs off to one of the showers at the end of the room. I just chuckle lightly to myself as I walk into the closet shower to me, stripping from my ugly jumpsuit. I turn on the shower and let the cool water spray onto me.
I need to kill Frank.
So nobody else can take him.
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and I oop-
This took way too long to write up, I'm currently having a major writers block ugHh
But if you like this poorly written story so far, be sure to let me know
It would mean a lot uwu
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