“Frank you really killed a cop? Again?” I ask, skeptically.
Frank scampers through the house, gathering up various possessions and tossing them into bags. “I didn’t know he was a cop! He was off duty, and now there’s a whole thing about it!”
He rips off his blood covered t shirt, throwing it into a bag. “Pack, pack!” he urges.
I sigh, but can’t repress my smile as I close the tops to my paints and gather them into crates. We’ve packed up all of our stuff within a half hour, and quickly load it into the car before speeding off.
Frank gets into the driver’s seat, starting the car. “We have to travel at least 500 miles by morning.”
I yawn, complaining, “Frankie, it’s the middle of the night. I was about to go to sleep.”
Frank runs his hands through his hair, clutching some of his locks, stressed. “Well, we can’t wait here. Sorry, babe.”
He reaches across the middle to pat my hand, and I curl up on the car seat as I question,
“Where are we going this time?”
Frank shrugs. “Why not L.A.?”
I perk up at the mention of the large city. “You mean Los Angeles?”
“Sure,” Frank replies. “I mean, lots of room to hide bodies, lots of apartments, and gruesome murders are the norm there. It’s logically a pretty good place to live.”
I shiver in the unheated car, and Frank cracks a grin and adds, “And it’ll be plenty warm.”
He wraps a hand around mine, and even though it’s ice cold, as usual, I grip it nonetheless. I fall asleep on the drive there, watching Frank make his way across the country.
Frank’s P.O.V.
“Gee, just about an hour,” I inform. I squint into the morning light, the sun threatening to crack my skin. Luckily, it’s not quite late enough that I’ll burn. I speed up the car, worrying that it’ll soon get too bright for me to be fried.
I glance over at Gee, to see him asleep, leaning against the window, his mouth slightly open. I smile at him, at how peaceful he looks in such a strange laying down position.
I slip my phone out of my pocket, googling apartment listings in L.A. I find one that’s just $400 dollars a month, and I call the man, resting the phone on my shoulder as I steer.
“Hello?”
“Hello this is… Cody Wentz? I’m calling to say that we’ll be living in the apartment in about an hour. Is that okay or is there any paperwork, because me and my partner kind of need the space right now,” I lie smoothly.
“There is paperwork to be done, but I will allow you to stay. I’ll visit on Wednesday at… 2:00, and I’ll bring the papers, alright?” the man asks.
“Thanks, sounds great,” I agree. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
I carry Gee out of the car and easily up the four flights of stairs to our apartment, kicking open the door. I lay him down on the couch and begin boarding up the windows before it gets too bright outside. Beams of sunlight shine on Gerard’s sleeping figure as I work, lying next to him and cuddling my face into his chest once I’m done. I fall asleep in minutes, extremely tired from the long drive.

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