Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

FRANK’S P.O.V
I stared at the empty seat in school. I sighed, loudly, attempting not to focus on it. Gerard had ran out crying yesterday… I felt so bad. I sighed, again, for like the 100th time. My class were less wild, I was less enthusiastic, and everything was a drag.
- - -
I reached my house, and Gerard was at the front door. Relief washed over me.
“Gerard-”
“They’re coming,” He whispered, tears filling his eyes, biting his nails. “Bert called them this morning they are picking you up…Any minute now,”
I had no idea how to react. I decided to do the thing I knew well.
“Gerard… Just know that I love you, okay? I love you…” I muttered.
“I will visit you every-day, I promise.” Gerard then sped off, to my bush, to watch. Something in my heart just cracked. Getting into jail? For falling in love? Who created that stupid rule? I was just about to step inside when I heard loud, police sirens. I felt my stomach just drop to my feet. I heard the loud stomps of footsteps, chasing up to my door, and freezing metal handcuffs were placed around my wrists.
“Frank Iero, you are arrested under suspicion of sexual assault and having a student-teacher relationship. Anything you say can and will be held against you.” The man was bulky, and he led me to his car. I ducked my head and was seated in a police car. I never dreamed of this. I quickly undid the window, and stared out at Gerard, he was crying. My heart shattered into a million pieces as he became a single dot in the distance. At least he’ll visit me.
- - -
They shoved me into a cell, the walls were just a plain grey, a single thin, cold mattress lay in the corner with no blankets. There was a toilet. And that was about it.
“We’ll give you food every-day, and you will have a break where you will get the chance to go outside or watch one channel on TV – which will be the news… Your visitors will come every-day at 12,” The large man stated. I just simply nodded, and he slammed the door behind him.
I stared at my room. Everything seemed lifeless. I hoped I would sleep, wake up, and be back home, with Gerard by my side. I lay on my mattress, it was like a brick, and I stared at the grey ceiling. There was a small window, but I couldn’t be bothered to stare outside. I pictured Gerard’s face; the memory of him crying hurt me a lot.
- - -
I woke up because of a slam of a plate. I glanced at the door to see bread and some soup. I shrugged, and scoffed it down, as I was hungry, then handed it to the guard who was pacing outside.
“You have a break of 30 minutes, and then afterwards your visitors will be here.” The guard stated. All the cell doors sprung open, and I avoided most of people, because they were probably mass-murderers or burglars and all I did was fall in love. I leaned against the brick wall, part of the huge building – prison – and stared at the sky. It was pretty dull, like the cell. A dark grey, filing the sky. No wonderful blues that used to be there. Gerard used to always talk about how he loved the clouds because they could make shapes… Very artistic. I sighed, loudly, and noticed a guy approaching me. I grimaced a little.
“Got any drugs on ya?” He growled. I shook my head. “Why are you in jail? You seem as puny as anything,” He spat. I didn’t reply and anger flickered in his eyes. Some security guards noticed this, and pulled him away, thankfully. Not long until the break was over, and we all trundled to the meeting room, where glass windows were. We were all dressed in orange suits, and we sat on the desks, only a thin piece of glass separating all of us from the visitors.
- - -
It was pretty long until I heard someone sit opposite me. I glanced up, and smiled, a little.
“Sorry I’m late… Mikey kind of needed help,” He looked at me, giving me a clearly forced smile. I knew he was finding it hard. I pressed my forehead against the glass, sighing.
“Gerard…” I whispered. “I love you,”
He did as I did; it was like the glass wasn’t there. He placed his hand on the thin material, and so did I.
“I love you, too,” Gerard mumbled, I saw the tears in his eyes.
“I just-”
“OKAY, TIMES UP, BACK TO CELLS,” The guard yelled.
“I’ll be earlier tomorrow, I promise,” Gerard muttered, before getting up off of his seat. A guard grabbed my arms as I watched Gerard walk off. Before they got me moving, I saw the tears roll down Gerard’s cheeks. My stomach churned.
- - -
The evening consisted me sitting there in my cell, bored as hell. I hummed a song that I couldn’t even remember what was called, then finally decided to head to bed, even if it was early evening.
- - -
Next day was the same. Food. Break. Visitors.
Gerard was already there when I sat down.
“I’ve been writing songs,” Gerard announced.
“That’s good, you have a beautiful voice,” I replied.
“Thanks,” Gerard blushed, that same, cute blush. “Not really, though…”
“Yes, really, my butterfly,” I whispered. Gerard sighed, softly.
“Frank… I wish I could bail you out, but I’m just fucking poor and useless,” Gerard croaked. I wish I could hug him right now, and kiss away the pain.
“Honey, don’t say that… That’s not true. And, I don’t expect you to bail me out! Don’t try too… I don’t want you to spend your money on me,” I stated.
“I don’t have any money, anyway, and that’s the point…” Gerard muttered, glancing at his hands.
“Look, I don’t care, okay?” I answered.
“You don’t care about getting out?” Gerard stared at me, a hint of hurt in his eyes.
“No! Of course-”
“I’m sorry I’m doing all I can to try and get you out,” Gerard interrupted me.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I replied.
“How did you mean it?” Gerard’s eyes were watering.
“I meant it as in, I want to get out to see you, but I don’t want you to spend your money on me, okay?” I explained.
“I can’t anyway,” Gerard reminded me. “I have no money,”
“Why are we arguing over nothing?” I blinked.
“Nothing?” Gerard laughed, but it sounded like he was on the edge of crying. “Is this nothing to you?”
“Gerard-”
“I’m sorry, I never was good enough for a smart teacher like you, was I?” Gerard was actually crying now, and he rested his head on the counter, which had the glass on, his head rested on his arms as he sobbed.
“No, of course you are good enough! You’re…Perfect. Honey…Butterfly…Please, I love you,” I stroked the glass, as that was the closest I was going to get to touching him. He looked up, his eyes were swollen.
“Why did this happen?” He sniffed. “Why?”
“It doesn’t matter, okay? As long as we love each other…” I reassured him.
Gerard stood up as the guard ordered for the visiting to be over.
This time, Gerard stood there, staring at me as I was dragged away.

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