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

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Here's another chapter of this awful fanfic to fuel AJ's soul

Also AJ- continue your Ryden fanfic I need more lmao 

Gerard POV

Frank was shocked, his expression mixed with surprise along with fear, as he slams his foot down on the car brakes. I guess I would probably look shocked as well if he had told me we needed to go back to Jersey.

After the initial shock he endured, he grabbed the collar of the black sweatshirt I was wearing, shaking me lightly.

"The fuck Gerard! For god sake we just left that place, now you want to go back? Have you really gone insane!"

I pry his hands off of me, trying to calm him down, but failing to do so. Before I can get very few words out, he continues to scream.

"I thought we were gonna be safe! You liar! You fucking liar! I bet you wanted me to rot in that prison, but took me just because I look nice! Is that it!" (A/N: wow that escalated fast) 

He starts crying as he yells. God, he needs to learn to just shut up.

I grab his wrists tightly, and yell.

"Frank just shut the fuck up! We're going back to Jersey so we can stay with my brother, okay! We are running out of money, and we can't get jobs yet!"

After I finish, he goes silent, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"Oh." Is all he says, as he wipes his face with his sleeves.

When he finishes wiping his tear stained cheeks, he turns back to me, staring me in the eyes.

"Gerard."

"Yes?"

He pauses, looking down, then looking back up at me, his voice wavering. 

"Do you still want to kill me?"

What a stupid ass boy he is.

"I'd rather kill myself."

And with that, he puts his foot to the gas, as we make our way back to Jersey.

Time Skip

I had ended up falling asleep for an hour or so, and before I knew it, we were back in Jersey. 

I told Frank to stop by one of those public phone booths once he saw one, so he could get in contact with Mikey. Hell, we need him right now.

Once Frank and I had succeeded to find a phone booth, he hopped out after I gave him Mikey's number, along with some coins so the phone would work. I told him to tell Mikey that he knew me, and we were out of prison, and we didn't have the funds to support ourselves on our own. He had to help us, he's my brother for god sakes, he better help us. 

(A/N: Okay this is so random but "A lesson in violence" by Exodus just starting BLASTING through my earbuds, and I almost full on cried because it's so fucking loud lmao, but it's a good song so it's all good :') )

As Frank dials Mikey's number into the phone, I finally start to realize how bad my side is hurting. The bullet hasn't been removed, and I've had to keep my hand pressed against it so I don't lose too much blood. When we get to Mikey's house, if we do, somebody needs to remove it, professionally or not, I could care less.

Frank opens the car door, startling me, due to being distracted by the pain in my side.

"Mikey said he'd be glad to help, he misses you even though you've done some..questionable stuff. He's still your brother, therefor he loves you and is willing to help."

I sigh in relief at Frank's words, glad he's still willing to help. If he wasn't, hell, we wouldn't have anywhere to go. 

I give Frank the address to the house, knowing Mikey hasn't moved in years. It took about thirty minutes, but we finally made it to his house, after sitting through traffic and driving down winding roads.

Frank parks the car in the driveway, yanking the keys out before looking over at me.

"We're here..let me help you out."

I nod as Frank gets out from the drivers seat and walks around the car, reaching the passenger side. He helps me up as I wince and bite my lip, barely able to stand. He slowly walk to the door, each step sending shooting pain through me. 

We reach the door, and I give it a weak knock. Soon after, the door is unlocked from the inside, and pulled open. 

My little brother, Mikey, who has messy blond hair, glasses, jeans, and a white shirt, greets us. He ushers us inside, quickly getting me onto the couch.

Once he sits me down, he begins to speak.

"Gerard, oh my god, you're hurt, you need a doctor, oh I've missed you..I'll call a doctor."

Before I get a chance to speak, he grabs his phone from the table, dialing someone, saying I need  immediate help, which yes, I do. 

As Mikey talks, Frank takes a seat next to me, our hands soon meeting, our fingers intertwining. Soon Mikey finishes the call, quickly coming back to us.

"So..Gerard, you've been okay? Besides from the bullet."

I nod in response, smiling softly as I answer. 

"I've been alright, Prison was god awful, but I made a few friends, and met Frank. The food there sucked, but it's alright. I'm glad I went though, or else I would've never met Frank, he's great. Oh, and I've missed you loads Mikey, I missed our stupid conversations about life, and how we always obsessed over comics. It's great to see you again."

When I finish, Mikey just stares, then takes Frank's hand and yanks him away from me, taking him into the kitchen. 

I wince as I try to get up to stop Mikey from taking Frank, but then freeze as I hear his words.

"Oh my god Frank, you've changed him, he's smiling, he never smiled, oh thank you..I've missed the happy Gerard for so long..a year before he left for prison, he had become so cold and distant..thank you, you've changed him back.."

A few choked sobs leak out from his words as he speaks, his voice wavering.

Frank responds simply, and from what I assume, embraces Mikey due to his sobs now being muffled.

"I know I have."

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Sorry for updating this literally so late at night

I just haven't got the time to write anymore :') 

Also, I'm thinking about ending this in a couple chapters, what do you think?