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

[[025-Epilogue]]

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Gerard POV 

It had been two years.

Two years since that night Frank and I had promised to be with each other, forever.

And so far, it seems to be going pretty well.

We are practically inseparable, always wanting to be around each other, never wanting to leave each other's sides, though life doesn't allow that.

We've both gotten jobs, Frank became a tattoo artist, and I work at a simple records store. It's nice and relaxing, and the people that come in are truly nice. 

Nobody has recognized our identity, and since it has been a couple of years, I doubt anyone will care anymore. There's more important things in the world, more important things to tend to in life. I am no longer a murderer, and Frank does not sell drugs anymore, therefor we are no longer a "threat" to society. 

As I collect some of the older records from the red shelves, moving them towards the back of the store, I can't help but let my mind wander to Ray and Bob. I wonder how they are, if they're even still around. I do miss Ray, he was my first friend-like person I had met in prison, and I still feel a bit bad for ditching him. But, he has Bob, and I have Frank, so neither of us are alone. 

After setting the old records down at the back, I grab a newer stack, moving them up closer to the front of the store. Before I even get the chance to set them down, I'm distracted by the small, tattooed man standing up against the front counter, a coffee in each hand along with a smile on his face. 

I set down the records on the counter, quickly joining him by his side. He grins and hands over a coffee to me, which I gratefully accept. 

"Hey Gee, how's work been?"

I shrug and laugh a bit before answering, then sighing afterwards.

"It's been alright, kind of a slow day today, but I got around to organizing so that's good I guess. How about you?" 

I sip my coffee as he speaks, slightly burning the tip of my tongue due to it being at such a hot temperature. 

"It's pretty good, I gave this one woman a small tattoo, it was just a few words..but anyways, I know you get tired during the early afternoon, which is why I got you the coffee." 

He smiles sweetly after speaking, so I then ruffle up his hair, to which he laughs softly at. I can't help but too mess up his hair, he's too adorable. 

He playfully swats away my hands, slapping them lightly.

"No don't! I'm gonna look stupid thanks to you." He laughs again, sipping the coffee afterwards.

I just grin and pull him into a slight side hug, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

"You make stupid look cute, so I wouldn't worry about it." 

He pulls away and rolls his eyes, smiling at the remark.

"Yeah yeah whatever, I'll see you back at our apartment tonight, Okay?"

I nod in response as he walks out the door, receiving a small wave from him. As much as I hate to leave his side, I know both of us have to get back to work.

Time Skip

Five pm felt like it took forever to reach.

Barely any people came into the store today, though it's a weekday, and it's busier here on weekends, so I was kind of expecting it. 

I walk out the front door, making sure to lock it on my way out. Since our apartment complex is so close to the store, like, it's basically a ten minute walk, I usually just end up walking to and from work. It's a nice time to think, and just enjoy the scenery for a bit.

Once I reach the building, I walk in and past the front desks, going straight up the flight of stairs. Yes, there's elevators, but they are slower then just walking up the stairs due to so many people waiting to use the elevators. 

I soon stop in front of room Seventy-Two, mine and Frank's apartment. Before getting this place, which was before we had a job, we stayed with Mikey for a bit until we were able to financially support ourselves. I still need to repay Mikey for that, even though he says he needs nothing in return. 

I find the room key in my pocket, and open the door after I unlock it. The apartment is simple, with white floors and dark hardwood floors. There's a kitchen, living room, bedroom, only one because Frank clearly doesn't mind sharing one bed, (I think he actually wants to), and a bathroom. 

I see Frank already on the couch, looking at the door, assuming he was awaiting my arrival home. Just as I'm kicking off my shoes, he runs up, putting a death grip around my waist. 

I poke his nose lightly as he grins, pulling me over to the couch. 

"Kiss me." He demands, sitting in my lap.

I roll my eyes and oblige, kissing Frank softly, running my fingers through his hair gently, tugging it forward to bring his face closer to mine. We stay like this for a few moments, before I pull away, and he rests his head on my chest. 

After a couple minutes of silence, I speak up, with a question I don't think either of us were really expecting. 

"Frank, do you regret going to prison? It's permanent on your record now, you won't be able to do certain things, people may see you differently-" 

Frank lays a finger on my lips, silencing me mid sentence. He sits up and faces me, his expression serious, with a hint of a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth.

"No, I regret nothing, because then I wouldn't have met the best person that would end of changing my world completely, in a good way."

Being the cocky asshole I am, I grin, following up his answer with another obvious-answer question.

"And who might that be?"

He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around me again, whispering quietly next to my ear.

"You, dumbass. It's you."

"I know."

He laughs quietly, pressing his face back up against my chest, his eyes closing.

"I love you, Gerard."

"I love you just as much, Frank."

And with that, we stayed in that position until we both start to drift off into sleep, neither of us wanting to leave the others warm embrace. 

End.