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

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Sorry if this is bad, I'm not supposed to be on my iPad right now

but here I am writing some gay emo fanfic-

Gerard POV 

Once the tiniest sign of light had risen in the morning sky, my eyelids decided to open, forcing me awake.

Frank was still huddled up against me, though he turned himself towards me, his face resting against my chest. There was the faintest hint of a soft smile, which had just made me grin. Frank is too good for this world. 

I slowly rolled him over and out of my grasp, so I could get up but he wouldn't wake. Once I had succeeded in this task, I stretched my tired limbs and yawned quietly. God, it's barely light out, why the hell did I have to wake up.

Checking the clock on, I note that it's six twenty in the morning. Since it's too early to do much, I sit down on the edge of the bed, grabbing the TV remote beforehand. Making sure the volume was down, I turned the TV on, the screen illuminating the dark room. 

It's the early morning news, with quite basic stuff. Robbery's, thefts, car crashes, weather, traffic, that sort of thing. Honestly, it was getting quite boring, so just as I was about to switch the TV off, two very, very familiar faces popped up on screen.

"Two inmates from local New Jersey Prison— Gerard Arthur Way, and Frank Anthony Iero— have escaped, and are now on the run. Gerard, who was arrested for man slaughter, has shoulder length black, messy hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. He stands around six foot, with a thin build..."

The news man goes on to describe Frank's crime and description, as well as adding on we have rewards for whoever spots us. 

Well fuck.

That's just wonderful, isn't it?

Then somehow, without me seeming to notice, Frank has woken up, and is staring at the television. His expression is a mix of disbelief and confusion, which is understandable, it's only been a day since we've left. 

He then suddenly speaks up, his voice quiet.

"We need to change our appearance, and fast. I can't go back there."

I nod in agreement. Both of us cannot go back to that hellhole. I think I'd rather die. No, I know I'd rather die then go back.

While I start to get lost in thought, Frank wraps his arms around my torso, leaning against me with his face hidden against my chest. His shoulders shake as I begin to hear the faint sound of strangled sobs. 

My poor baby.

I lift his head up to see his crumpled and already tear stained face. He looks so broken, it's hurting me more then him. I take his face in my hands, lightly pressing our lips together. 

I mumble a sentence against his lips, before pulling away to embrace him again.

"Frank, honey, do not worry. I won't let you go back there."

His cheeks go a light red at the nickname, as he gives a tiny nod. He sniffles a bit and wipes his face with his sleeves, sighing quietly afterwards. 

"Gee, we need to get new clothing as well, we can't just keep walking around in these horrid jumpsuits."

I had practically forgotten about the damned things, it had honestly slipped my mind. 

I turn to Frank, hoping he has any ideas of what to do.

He gives a small shrug before speaking.

"I saw a few thrift stores on the way here, we could just go by there if you want. Oh, also we need hair dye, we're so recognizable..and scissors..and one of those shaving thingys, I want to buzz the sides of my head y'know?"

I roll my eyes and sigh, seeing how much damn work this'll be. But if it makes him happy, then fine. In the long run, it'll probably keep us safe anyways.

Time Skip

Thankfully, the dumbass woman at the front desk of the motel still didn't realize who we are, yet. We had left to go to a Walmart, to buy clothing along with hair dye and some other hair products. We spent all day changing our appearances, and by the end of the night, we looked so fucking..weird.

I now had bright red hair that went as far as my chin, and I wore black jeans along with a simple navy blue shirt. I looked quite different from my prison days, but Frank was a whole other level of different. 

He now had the sides of his hair shaved and dyed blond, and the top still black, messy and long. He also smudged some sort of red makeup—that I cannot remember the name of— around his eyes. He now wore black ripped jeans, with an oversized red hoodie. For fucks sake, he didn't even look like the Frank I know anymore.

(A/N: basically, they now look like Danger Days Gerard, and Revenge Era Frank)

After cleaning up from literally becoming two new people, we both sit on the bed, facing each other.

I speak first, unsure of what to really do next.

"Frank, we're gonna have to stay on the move, we can't stay here forever, we'll be found out soon."

He simply nods, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

"Yeah I know, but-"

He's suddenly cut off by a loud banging at the door of the room, which is followed by a woman's voice, the front desk lady I presume. 

"Gerard Way, Frank Iero, I know who the two of you are now. Come out, leave. The cops are waiting."

Well fuck.

Frank immediately scoots closer to me, the fear and panic clearly visible on his face. 

I guess we better start leaving this place sooner than we had planned.

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Alright sorry this is so bad 

I haven't been motivated to write at all, and I've just been so busy and upset 

I'll try to update this weekend, if not, I'm sorry 

Have a great day, whoever is reading this <3