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

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Wow for once I'm not writing this in the middle of the night lmao

Frank POV

I am shocked.

Just, completely and utterly shocked.

After Gerard sprints out from the cafeteria, I feel what seems like hundreds of eyes staring down at me, from every angle possible. 

Everyone knows Gerard doesn't care about people.

Yet, he feels something for me. 

Bob comes back to the table, this time, sitting by Ray instead. The conversations shortly start up again from the others around us as the time passes by. For a good ten minutes, Ray, Bob, and I remain quiet, since none of us know what to really say. 

I sigh and get up, Ray and Bob staring at me. 

I need to see him. 

"Hey Frank, where are you going?" Bob asks, speaking in a slightly sad voice.

Ray just smirks and playfully punches Bob in the shoulder, laughing under his breath.

"To see Gerard, obviously. Bob sometimes you're so fucking dumb." 

My face reddens a bit after his remark. I end up flipping him off and rolling my eyes as Ray just laughs some more, before I start heading off to the cell. 

Oh god.

My heart is racing. 

What if he didn't mean it? 

I hope he did. 

When I reach the cell, one of the guards peers at me for a bit but then looks away, uninterested. I open the heavy door to see Gerard slumped down in the corner of the room, his head resting in his hands. Unsure of what to do, I take a seat at my bed, staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

His words were barely audible, though I still heard them. His voice, for once, sounded completely heart broken. I quickly rushed to his side, sitting down next to him carefully. 

"There's no reason to be sorry Gerard."

He doesn't respond, and still refuses to look up. I lightly rest him hand on top of his, and as I do so his breath hitches for a moment. 

"Please look up." 

I plead in a whiny tone, which is probably annoying to him. He complies though, lifting his head from his hands. His eyes are a bit red, and his cheeks have a few tear stains.

"Gerard.."

He sighs and shakes his head, lightly wiping his eyes with his sleeves. I've never seen him more vulnerable before. 

"Frank just forget everything I said, and pretend I didn't mean anything I said out there."

Pretend I didn't mean anything I said.

Pretend.

That means he does care. 

"No."

I will not just pretend. 

"Please Frank, it'll be better for the both of us."

He sighs and averts my gaze, but I continue to stare at him, not backing down.

"I said no!"

I practically scream which seems to startle him, because well, I've never screamed or yelled at Gerard. He normally wouldn't allow it, but he doesn't seem to really care about that right now. 

"If you don't forget about it, then I'll just fall for you more, and that would be bad for both of us."

After he spoke those words, my heart started hammering inside of my chest. He really does mean this, oh god.

I'm scared I'll just fuck it all up. 

I sigh quietly, trying to compose myself as I mumble out a sentence as quietly as I can.

"It's okay, I already fell for the murdering psycho, and he's just returning the feelings now."

I'm guessing Gerard had heard me, because his cheeks went a light red, as my face was already practically a tomato.

"Frank, you better not be fucking with my emotions right now."

"Don't worry, I'm not."

We both sit in silence for a few moments, before he takes my arm and practically drags me over to his side. He wraps an arm around me, and I rest my head against his side.

Even though we are sitting on the floor, in the corner of a jail cell, it's nice, to just be next to him. 

"Frank?"

"Mhm?"

I look up, seeing a slight, but still sad smile on his face. He still looks worried, but less then before. 

"Who ruined your beautiful face, so I can go kill them."

I roll my eyes and sigh, laughing a little bit. Most people would take the killing part as a joke, but since Gerard is in prison for manslaughter, I wouldn't doubt him actually trying to kill a guy.

"Gerard it's fine, there's no need to kill anybody, okay?" 

He nods and takes my face in his other hand, kissing one of the fading bruises on the side of my face. I feel my cheeks burn up with embarrassment, which he just grins at. 

Fuck you Gerard, but not really because I still care about you. 

He then gets up and heads over to his bed, getting out the sketch book and pencil from underneath it. I had forgotten it was there, and that he enjoyed drawing. 

"Are you going to continue the drawing of my tattoo?" I question.

He shakes his head in response, then sits down on his bed, motioning for me to sit next to him, which I quickly oblige to. He opens to a blank page before then looking up at me.

"No, I'm going to draw you this time."

I rush my hands up to cover my face before he can even try to draw it.

"No! Don't! It's bruised and fucked up and awful looking!"

He sighs quietly and pulls my hands away from my face, smiling softly at me.

"Bruised and fucked up or not, it's still perfect, and will never be awful looking."

At a loss for words, all I can do is nod in response, as I let him draw me quietly. 

I never knew I would be in love with a murderous prisoner.

But here I am.

And I have really fallen for him. 

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aye aye sorry for this awful chapter 

I'm tired (tbh when am I not) and I had no clue on what to write for this 

So yeah lmao 

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