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

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hiii sorry I haven't updated for a couple of days oops

School is just busy, and I have field hockey practice every night, so I don't get to actually just sit down and relax until around 9pm

And by then I'm too tired to write :') 

also, shoutout to my amazing friend 'emopancakes15432' 

She helped me with coming up with ideas for this chapter <3

Sorry for such a long intro thingy, hopefully you like this chapter 

Gerard POV 

I practically dragged Frank by the wrist back to my—well, our, cell. I hear him faintly whine behind me, but I could care less. For some reason, I was quite pissed off by the fact that that other man, Anthony, had been so close to Frank, and went as far as to take his hand as well. 

Once we had reached the cell, I pointed at the awful wooden bed to the left, which is his, indicating for him to sit. He obediently does so, as I take place in front of him, glaring down at the smaller one of the two of us.

"You stay here, for the rest of the hour."

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, staring up at me. "Why! Gerard breakfast isn't even over, why can't I go back out with Ray and Bob or something!" 

"You weren't even eating breakfast you fucking idiot." 

I roll my eyes and turn my back to him, starting to head out before he speaks again.

"What, are you jealous Anthony had been so close to me, is that it, you're jealous?"

Yes.

I was, no, I am still jealous.

But of course I'd never tell him that.

"No, I'm not. Now shut the fuck up and stay here until exercise hour."

"Yeah fine, whatever." 

And with that, I walk out, closing the cell door behind me. Sadly, I cannot lock the doors since I lack the key to do that, but I guarantee Frank will stay. I believe that there is a part of him that is stuck quite afraid of me. But, that's not the main objective right now. I currently need to find Anthony, and show him what happens when he pisses me off.

As I'm trying to spot the bitch, Ray comes from behind and grabs my shoulder, shaking it, practically scaring the shit out of me.

"Hey Gerard, why're looking so mad? Well, more mad then usual I guess."

I turn around to face him and his stupid hair (A/N: don't worry I know Ray's afro is beautiful and majestic, Gerard is just being a little bitch right now), replying as bluntly as I can.

"Why the fuck does it matter."

He just shrugs a bit, not seeming to want to pry me open for answers. 

"No specific reason, I was just curious I guess."

"Right, well if your curiosity could go fuck around somewhere else, that would be very nice."

I give him a scowl after that, and he seems to get the memo, going to look for Bob, I presume. So, I go back to my own searching, for the dumbass called Anthony. I've seen him once or twice before, but it was brief. I think it was during exercise hour, but maybe not. I've been here for a while, so I guess it could be really anyone. 

After roaming the room with my eyes, I spot a familiar face and head on over to a table with three guys, one including the familiar one. Once I reach the table, they all seem a bit confused at first.