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

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HelLo tHerE

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Edit- OKAY SO HI I WOKE UP TO CHECK WATTPAD AND SEE THE RANK FOR THIS STUPID STORY IS #3 IN FRERARD LIKE WTF I KNOW IT WONT LAST BUT STILL AKAKWKEKEKEOD

Gerard POV 

I was basically thrown into an all white room, blank walls, blank floors, blank everything. There was a toilet, and a sink. No mirror, no bed, no nothing. 

The door had been slammed shut and locked from the outside. There were no windows or bars for me to peer out, only a slot at the bottom of the door for food. 

Well how fucking amazing, this is going to be my life for the next few days. 

All I can do is sit and stare at nothing, sleep, or take a piss and wash my hands. How eventful. 

My mind wanders off to Frank. I don't know why, but it does. I hope he's going to be alright, because now I can't monitor what he does. I know that sounds creepy, but trust me, it's not.

I start to wonder if he will miss me at all. 

I don't know why he would, because all the time I'm basically a bitch to him. But, I can't help but wonder how he would react if I acted the way I really felt. 

Woah, that sounds stupid as hell coming from me. 

I decide that's enough thinking for now as I shut my eyes, and curl up on the blank, boring, white floor.

Time Skip  (A/N: I doubt people just want me to write about Gerard sitting and doing nothing lmao, so yeah, sorry for using a time skip so early in the chapter) 

I am shaken away by a guard with, I must say, quite an ugly face. He looks tired and upset, along with just plain old annoyed. He also has slight facial hair, making his appearance just all the much worse. Don't get me wrong, facial hair isn't bad, but on him it's awful.

 He drags me up onto my feet and out of the room. He does not speak a word as he silently starts guiding me back to my cell.

I turn my head back to face him, whispering quietly, because since nobody is awake and out and about, I am assuming that it is some time in the middle of the night. Here, it's never just silent during the middle of the day. 

"Hey, how long was I in solitary?" 

He rolls his eyes and grunts, replying in a monotone voice.

"Three and a half days, now shut up."

Wow, he's quite the nice fellow. 

Once we reach my cell, he gives me a shove in, then harshly closes the door and locks it. Thankfully, he hasn't awoken Frank from his sleep. I peer down at the sleeping man, seeing something is off about his face. I lightly run my fingers across his bruised face. How could someone ruin something so beautiful? 

I sigh and turn away, getting onto my own bed, drifting off to sleep. 

Time Skip until morning (A/N: yes another one, I'm sorry-) 

The sun hasn't risen yet, but the sky is lightening. I presume it's almost in the morning, but I'm not quite sure. 

Frank soon stirs awake from his nights rest, his face seeming to light up when he sees me here.

"Gerard! You're back! I didn't know how long you would be gone for.."

I grin a bit, leaning back against the wall. 

"Yeah, I was gone for about three days, sorry about that."

He smiles and shrugs, indicating that he wasn't mad with me, so that's a relief. 

We chat for a little bit about mindless and random stuff until we are released from the cell along with the rest of the prisoners. 

As we make our way to the cafeteria, Frank stays quite close to me.

Of course, I'm not complaining about it. 

We get our food, and I force Frank to eat the horrid breakfast because I'm concerned he isn't eating enough. Ray and Bob soon join us after we had sat down, and Bob takes a seat right next to Frank. 

He's quite close to him as well. 

I try to ignore the obvious flirting Bob attempts with Frank, sitting close to him, complimenting him, being all sweet with him. I finally start getting pissed when he takes Frank's hand in his. Frank looks uncomfortable as well, but he's too nice to tell Bob to fuck off. So I guess I'll just have to do it instead. 

I stand up and walk a few steps over to Bob, tightly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him upright. His face is plastered with a mix of emotions, but mostly confusion and fear. I pull him a good five feet away from Frank and Ray so we can talk.

"Gerard, what the hell do you even want." 

His tone is annoyed but I can still hear some words waver, as he is obviously scared of the murderer in front of him. 

"You know what." I practically hiss the words. "Stop trying to make moves on Frank, you dipshit."

Bob just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Why should I? It's not like you even care about anyone, you heartless piece of shit!"

With those words, I am fed up. I am done with his bullshit. So I explode. No not literally, but with words I probably shouldn't have said.

"Because I like Frank, and I will not let some fucking asshole like you have him!"

After that brief sentence slips out, I clamp my hands to my mouth, my eyes wide as my face reddens. 

No no no. It wasn't supposed to be like this. 

I refuse to look at anyone, but everyone looks at me as I run back to the cell, slamming the door. I slump to the floor, unable to move.

I am scared for once in my life.

I'm scared about what he will say to me.

If he'll say anything at all.

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Oop

Gerard did you just-

C o n f e s s ? 

*sips facts not tea*