Tonight, will it ever come?

**Gerard's POV**
For the love of Christ.
"Frankie, I am not getting in trouble because of you again!" I called, rubbing my temples as he lead her to a seat beside me at the counter.

Our apartments was tiny and Frankie took the liberty of stealing all of the furniture from various places. I would have been happy to buy all of this shit, but then he wouldn't have much fun. When I say our apartment, I really mean, MY apartment. Frankie and I have been friends since high school, lost touch when I was in university, and then we got contact again because he needed a place to stay for a few weeks. Those few weeks turned into two years. I graduated from Uni and tried my best to keep Frankie safe form people... Er... Keeping people safe from Frankie. he has thins thing where he gets a thrill out of torturing people. What's that called? Sociopath?

I had to do everything I could to keep him in line. I've blacked out the windows, rented every movie at the shop so he didn't get bored, and even go him into painting. But the way he likes to channel his manic behavior is through guitar. I usually get home form school and see him jamming out, no clothes on, the whole floor smells like sweat and cigarettes. He's similar to a little boy. I have to feed him, dress him, and give him a list to do so he doesn't go out and kidnap someone or murder. I usually have to cover for him and tell police that he doesn't live here, or say he's already been caught and I didn't know anything about it.

All in all, I take care of him because he offers me so much friendship and trust me, he can be a really sweet guy if he had the energy.

I love him in the most heterosexual way.

Notes

Short chapter, I'm going outside for a little while.