The End. ~Frerard~

clean-ish

Gerard knocked on the door to the bathroom with his free hand.

"come in," Frank said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. Gerard opened the door and walked over to the sink. he put the towel down and kept his gaze trained on the floor.

"your towels on the sink," he said just loud enough for Frank to hear. he turned and started to walk out when he heard the shower door open.

"stay?" Gerard looked at Frank, his long, black hair clinging to his forehead.

"Frank i'm not joining you in the shower." Gerard said, looking him dead in the eyes. Franks face became even more red than it already was and his eyes widened. he shifted uncomfortably behind the door.

"oh i- that's not what i meant- i mean- i'm-," he said, not quite able to form a sentence. Gerard giggled.

"i know silly. calm down. you're so cute when you're nervous," he said making is way over to the toilet. he closed the lid and sat down. Frank closed the shower door and continued showering. Gerard turned so his back was to the shower.

"so, how is it here? you got a bed, a shower, a toilet. the works," Frank said.

"well i mean, i'd rather not spend my days with an automatic weapon, trying to arrest unwanteds but other than that i don't mind it too much. i mean hey! i get food twice everyday! that's more than last year," Gerard said smiling. Frank on the other hand wasn't smiling. they gave these guys two meals a day and he didn't doubt that it was nasty and these meals were so drugged that if you ate both back to back, you would overdose. Frank turned the water off and stuck his hand out the door. Gerard gave him the towel but stayed faced the other way. Frank climbed out of the shower and put his hand on Gerard's back. he got up and walked out of the bathroom with Frank on his heel. once they were in the saftey of Gerards room, he went over and closed the holey shades as Frank plopped himself down on the old mattress. even though this mattress is older than Gerard himself, it's much more comfortable than the sewer floor. he fully laid down on the bed, resting his head on a crumpled up blanket. Gerard took out a plain white shirt, his smallest pair of boxers and sweats. Frank raised his eyebrow.

"sweatpants? interesting," he said wiggling his eyebrows. Gerard turned to him and threw the clothing at his face.

"shut up," he said laughing. Frank laughed and sat up, putting the clothes next to him. "i'll wait outside, but hurry up, i want to talk to you." Gerard said with a somber expression. Frank nodded and Gerard sent him an unsure smile and walked out, closing the door behind him. Frank took the towel off and slid the black boxers on. then the sweatpants. then the shirt. Frank attempted to dry his hair with the already wet towel. he gave up on that pretty quickly and instead walked over to the bathroom. he put the towel back on the counter and looked at himself in the mirror that seemed pretty clean considering that it was in a old cabin that hadn't been cleaned for over 3 years. respectively. the mirror was cracked in the bottom corner and the corners had faded but the mirror wasn't even half as bad as Frank looked. he had huge bags under his eyes and lips were chapped and faded. his hair way too long for his liking and his normal pink cheeks had sunken and paled  but he couldn't do anything about his appearance now. he sighed and pushed his hair behind his ear. he looked at it one more time. he wanted shoulder length hair when he was younger and now he has it. it didn't look too bad. he flipped off his reflection and left the bathroom.

he opened the front door and a disgusting wave of humid hot air hit him. yea the sewers were humid and hot but this shit was worse.

"well shit," he said breathing deeply. he looked out around him. the sun had set and it was hotter than satans ass crack. Gerard chuckled. Frank looked over at him and frowned. "smoking is bad for you, Gerard" Frank said, closing the god damn door behind him. Gerard snorted and Frank looked at him, utterly confused as to what was so funny. Gerard continued to laugh until he couldn't breathe. "what's so funny?" Frank asked. he was getting angry now.

"oh it's just," Gerard said wiping a tear from his eye, "i just find it so funny that everyone says the same thing but doesn't think that i may already know that," he snapped. Frank raised his eyebrow. "'smoking is bad for you Gerard' or 'if you keep doing that, you'll get cancer' or my personal favorite," he said winking at Frank who was scowling, "Gerard, you're gonna end up dead if you keep smoking." he took a long drag and stared at his cigarette as if it held the answers to all the worlds secrets. "i know smoking is bad for me Frank," he said, looking at Frank briefly then taking another drag before flicking it at the ground and putting it out with the heel of his shoe. he looked up and was met with Franks hazel eyes, "i just want to-" he was cut off before he could finish what he had to say.

"GETTING SOME GOOD HEAD?" some dude yelled out throwing a water bottle at Gerard. he missed and the bottle hit the wall of the cabin, in between their legs. Gerard looked at the bottle with pity and then at the guy who threw it.

"yea i am. thanks Pete," he said unenthusiastically. Pete flipped them off and ran the other way. Frank continued to glare at Gerard and waited for a response. "what?" he asked looking at Frank.

"you just want to what Gerard? you want to what?" Frank said, growing more agitated by the second.

"i just want to live my life the way i want before i get blasted off this fucking planet that's what Frank! jesus christ! why is this such a big deal?"

"why is this such a big deal?! oh i don't know? maybe because that's the exact reason my mom fucking died Gerard! that's why! you were there! how do you-" then he remembered. Gerard doesn't remember. Gerard looked confused and angry.

"what are you talking about Frank?" he said shaking his head. he had stopped yelling now.

"just- nevermind. whatever. what did you wanna talk about?" Frank asked, taking a deep breath. Gerard met his eyes.

"how do you know me?"