Words Mean Nothing.

Frank was being dragged into the basement of the way house by Gerard's pale hands. If he'd hadn't known better he'd have thought it was a terrifying nightmare he'd had once before, except this time Gerard didn't have a machete. Which brought great relief to Frank. The basement smelt of must, cinnamon and cigarette smoke as Frank tumbled into the dimly lit room almost toppling over onto Gerard. He'd missed the last step. Mentally punching himself for being so clumsy Frank surveyed the room.

Brown paneled walls lined the room making it feel smaller then it really was. The four walls were adorned with horror movie posters on the walls, some in frames, some just taped up on the corners. There was a dresser, a twin sized bed shoved carelessly against a wall underneath the only window in the room making it seem like it was almost a couch. A Television with a Couch was sprawled across from it right in front of where Frank was standing. The room was small, but homey. There were two doors on either side of the room and Frank's curiosity urged him to ask what they were to, but he swallowed the words down into his throat feeling it would be an inappropriate remark.

"Welcome to my jail cell." Gerard muttered wandering over to his bed and sprawling himself onto it lazily.

"It's cozy." Frank smiled moving to sit down on the couch.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. DON'T SIT THERE!" Gerard lunged at Frank scaring the poor boy half to death.

Frank tumbled forward onto his face to avoid the couch and Gerard tumbled on top of him knocking the breath right out of him. Frank stared up at Gerard pinned to the ground underneath the boy's weight.

"You sit on that couch, I'll kill you." Gerard near-growled.

"Why?" Frank replied shakily breathless from supporting Gerard's weight on top of him.

"Because, it has my nesscesities in it." Gerard replied nonchalantly his face becoming a wide grin. "Enjoying this?"

"Wha?" Frank asked loosing the 't' while pondering what Gerard could possibly mean by the couch having his nesscesities in it.

"Our bodies being pressed together, being pinned to the floor by my body, helpless at my very finger tips." Gerard's words were emphasized by the thrust of his hips against Frank's. Startled Frank began to struggle.

"Get off of me Gerard, you're not funny. Get the fuck off." Frank struggled. Luck must have been in the boy's favour because he managed to roll over on Gerard so he was towering over the boy.

"Ohh, you like to be on the top do you? Well, I can live with that, sugar." Gerard smiled still playful.

"Gerard Way, you listen to me. I am not under any circumstances interested in your STD encrusted dick, or any other part of your disgusting body. I'm just trying to survive my last week in Belleville since someone wouldn't let me kill myself when I had the chance. So, for the rest of the duration of my time here I would appreciate it if you would keep a healthy two feet away from me at all times." Frank asserted holding Gerard's shoulder's down.

"Wait? it's your last week in Belleville?" Gerard asked shocked making eye contact with Frank. His eyes showed a certain hurt that Frank couldn't really place.

"Yeah, I reckon my Aunt's going to want to take me to live with her."

"Whe-Where's that?"

"California."

"CALIFORNIA? YOU CAN'T MOVE TO CALIFORNIA!" Gerard's sudden exclamation caught Frank off guard and Gerard took the opportunity to roll his body back onto the top of Frank's. "You can't move to California!"

"Why? What's it matter to you?" muttered Frank struggling against Gerard.

"Because…I'd miss you." Gerard's voice was barley audible.

"You! Miss Me? Ha!" scoffed Frank.

"I would….I know it sound's weird. But, I feel I have a connection with you."

Frank's eye's bulged. "What kind of connection?"

"I dunno….a friendly connection."

"Well, as long as that friendly connection stays 2 feet away from me at all times, I'm okay with that…I guess." Frank laughed out as Gerard got off Frank and stood to his feet.

"A Two-foot connection, eh? Well, that's going to be sort of difficult considering we're going to have to share my bed."

"WE'RE WHAT?"

"Going to have to share my bed. Did I stutter?"

"WHY?"

"Because, the couch has my necessities hidden in it." Gerard moved to the couch, lifting up a pillow he pulled out a bottle of booze, and a package of cigs. "See?"

Gerard Way, was an Alcoholic and smoked? Well…somehow that didn't surprise Frank.