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

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Hello to whoever is reading this, it's my last day of summer :(

Therefor I won't be able to update as much, I'm sorry 

*barely anyone reads this but whatever lmao*

<3 

Gerard POV

Yes, the tattoo does make him look nice, I'm not lying. 

From what I can tell, he has many tattoos.

Tattoos suit little Frankie.

I sigh as I wrap up the rough sketch, not wanting to finish it all in one day. There isn't much to keep you occupied with in prison, so I don't want to go wasting one of my only sources of entertainment. I look up at Frank again after I close my sketch book, to see him staring at me before quickly averting his gaze. His cheeks are a soft red, and it makes him look quite cute.

What the hell?

No, people aren't cute. I don't see people as "cute".

Fuck that. 

I mentally slap myself to get that outrageous thought from my head, deciding to look out the cell bars instead. It's quite boring, of course. It's just a few guards roaming around patrolling the cells, and some of the staff cleaning and preparing lunch. Usually the lunch here is edible, seeing as it just a sandwich everyday, and it's kind of hard to fuck up a sandwich. 

"Hey Gerard?"

Frank snaps me away from my own little world as he says my name. I turn back to face him again, the redness from his cheeks gone. 

"Yes?" I reply.

"Why did you kill people."

I grin a bit, propping my elbow up on my leg so I can rest my chin in the palm of my hand. "Because I enjoy manslaughter." 

"Why?"

Now, this took me by surprise, because people usually don't question me further, since some see me as insane, which I'm not, killing is just my hobby (A/N: okay if murdering people is your hobby then you're an actual psycho, just saying). 

"Because I can..? Just shut up please."

Frank just sighs and nods, not knowing he had stumped me. Because I don't really have a reason, I just, kill. 

I didn't realize how much time had passed, because Jon came shortly after our conversation. With much relief I quickly left after he had unlocked the door, Frank following behind me.

We met up with Ray and Bob, and of course Bob had to be eyeing Frank. But Frank was sitting beside me, so it didn't matter. Aside from Frank, we all hungrily ate our sandwiches which were thankfully, edible. 

Ray spoke up to break the silence, as it was getting awkward of all of us. "Frank y'know you should eat something, the sandwiches here are basically the best thing." 

He just shrugs at that, staring down at his lap. God, why can't the kid just listen. I put a hand on his shoulder lightly, whispering next to his ear. 

"Frankie, you really should eat, we don't want you to starve, okay darling?"

That last part got his face red, which earned a glare from Bob and a smirk from me. Frank quickly nodded and got up, leaving to get a sandwich. 

Ah, how I love to just control him. 

Time skip

After lunch we all have exercise again, then dinner, then cell time for the rest of the night. Me and Frank are back in our cells, sitting quietly before he pipes up.

"It's my first full day here..wasn't as bad as I thought."

I simply nod in reply. He will learn that it gets worse here, and that it is bad, but he doesn't need to worry his pretty little head about it.

Fuck, wait, no he isn't pretty. 

He is just Frank.

But Frank is pretty.

Fucking hell.

I push those thoughts away as I lay down on the wooden board of a bed, facing the wall.

"Gerard?"

"What." It was a sort of blunt reply, but whatever. 

"Are you planning on killing me?"

"Maybe."

He makes no further sounds, ending the conversation there. But I already know that I can't kill him, I was planning on it, but I know I won't be able to get myself to do it.

I can't kill him.

I just, can't.

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HELP ITS 12:47 AM AND I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW SHIAKAJWKSJEKAJD

*gay panic*

Well so long summer, hello Hell :')

Hopefully this chapter isn't too bad