Mikey and Frank walked around the desolate shop, it was fairly big but only a couple of other people were in there; probably all shop lifters and perverts waiting too flirt with the next blonde bombshell they saw. But one, one was a therapist, he lived on his own (besides his cat, Mew) and specialised in adolescent therapy. He, of course, saw the couple wandering and couldn't help but notice that the shorter, younger looking one seemed scared and never left (what he presumed was) his boyfriends side. So when the taller one left too go find something, leaving the other by cart with a kiss too the forehead, he couldn't help but too approach. "Hey" he called, the kid looked up from the floor into his icy blue eyes "you okay kid?"
"y-yeah, I'm fine," he stuttered "why do you ask?"
"You don't look exactly happy with your..."
"boyfriend" The boy filled in, rocking back and forward on his heels slightly.
"yeah boyfriend... Are you two...I'm is he, how do I put this? Um... Treat you right because all the signs are there and-" His rambling was cut of by the boy again
"oh god no, Mikey's perfect...it's quite the opposite actually" He giggled; he had a cute , quiet giggle.
" oh thank god, I'm sorry for...y'know... Either way, I'm Jared, you?
"'m Frank"
"Oh my god you're that Iero kid! JesusI'm
so sorry for everything and-Jesus what have i done I mean-"
"Its okay Jared. Thank you for catering about me though; but I'd really prefer it if I wasn't called 'that Iero kid', Jared.
"haha, sorry, well, if you ever need help, here's my card" Jared passed a shiny business card to Frank, it was white with multi coloured dots all over it, written in a bold black text was: "Jared and Shannon Leto, private therapy sessions specialising in children and teenagers" followed by a phone number "call me if you need ANYTHING sweetheart" he smiled with pearly white teeth, then continued his shopping. "Oh , and by the way, there's a guy whose been watching us talk for a while now, and it's not the same guy as before."