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

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here is another bad chapter because I'm still having writers block haha kill me 

also wow I almost have 100 reads on this?!

*confused on who actually reads this shitty story*

lmao I wrote this draft like a day ago so hopefully I remember what I was trying to do-

Frank POV

What the actual fuck!

After Gerard's "nice" little comment, I take it upon myself to quickly get myself the hell away and hop into one of the showers. I rinse off, letting the cool water hit my face, trying to forget what had just played out. 

He's just trying to mess with you Frank. I mean, I guess I do look kinda gay. But still, Gerard is just fucking with your mind. 

I quickly end the shower seeing as there is only a bar of soap, and nothing to wash my hair with (I know it's prison, but still cmon, like, hygiene y'know?) and avoid Gerard's obvious gaze as I quickly walk out of the room after dressing in the ugly jumpsuit again. 

I end up running into Ray (literally, my face hit his back) which was a relief. Ray seems chill. 

"Hey dude, if you wanted to talk you could've done something other then run your face into me." He laughs lightly as he turns around to face me.

"Ah shut up, it was a mistake you idiot. Anyways, how long do we have until lunch?" 

"About an hour, so at this time you just kind of go sit in your cell and do nothing. It kind of sucks."

I sigh and nod at his response, starting to head off to the cell. That means I have to spend an hour, alone, with Gerard. I internally slap myself across the face when thinking about that. It'll be a hell of a long hour. 

Just as I start walking off, Ray calls out to me. 

"Frank!"

I turn around to face him. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Bob literally won't shut up about you, he says you're 'his type.'" 

And with that, I quickly nod and try to make a sound that is supposed to be the word, "okay" but that doesn't really happen. Why did Bob have to see me in a way like that? Honestly he kind of creeps me out. It was obvious that he was trying to hit on me, and that I was uncomfortable. Fuck. 

I decide to just speedily walk to the cell after nodding a goodbye to Ray, and Gerard is somehow already there. Wow, lucky me! I avoid his gaze once more, as I already know he's just smirking at me. I take a seat on my wooden bed thing, honestly I wouldn't even call it a bed, and face the wall. 

I hear Gerard laugh quietly and then some rustling noises, as if he's taking something out from underneath the bed. As curious as I am, I will not look, because he has to know I have no interest. 

Time skip 

After about ten minutes of sitting and staring at the wall, our favorite Jon came and locked the door to our cell. It's now been about thirty minutes, and I'm bored out of my mind, and still curious as to what Gerard is so silently doing. So I turn around, finally, and see him face down in a sketch book, doodling something. 

"What're you drawing?" I probably shouldn't have asked that, but I'm just wondering. 

"Your scorpion tattoo." (A/N: hah y'all though I would be like, "I'm dRawIng yOu fRanK" ) 

"Why?" Now I'm just confused. 

"Because I like it."

"Why?"

"Because I think it makes you look nice."

Fucking hell, I can't even tell if he means that this time or not. 

And with that, I shut up and he goes back to drawing silently, looking up every so often at my neck to reference the tattoo. 

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okay so sorry if this is bad or if there is typos, but I'm supposed to be going to a party in like, 30 minutes lmao

but I wanted to put out another chapter, so yeah uwu

Hopefully it's okay!