You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

“What the fuck did you just say?”

His head snapped up, his hands clutching the bed sheets. His eyes shot around the bedroom desperately, a look of sheer terror upon them. He ran a hand through his raven black hair, combing up and around the back of his head. He pulled at his hair, tugging lightly at first then progressively pulling harder.

“It’s not real. It’s not real….” I heard him mutter to himself, hearing the pain in his voice. Oh my God, I thought. He didn’t know. A tear rolled down his ghostly pale face, his big hazel eyes clenched shut in anguish. I couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking right now, and quite frankly, I don’t think I wanted too.

I scurried off of the bed, hanging my feet over the edge and hopping towards the floor. I clung onto the metallic bedpost for support, and dangled for a split second before allowing my feet to hit the floor. I rushed to the gate of our cell and wrapped my tatted knuckles around the cold metal bars, shaking them as hard as I could.

“Hey…HEY! Guards, anyone!?” I yelled out. I saw a man in blue casually start to make his way down to the disturbance I was causing. And I knew it was a disturbance, because the moment I opened my mouth, I was greeted with some very… unpleasant responders.

“Hey, what the fuck is your problem!?” An older guy whined.

“Come on, I’m trying to sleep!”

“Scared already?”

“Damn kid probably lost his card already.”

I ignored the other inmates, shaking off their ruthless comments. By now the guard had already reached me. I recognized him immediately as the guy that had replaced Ray earlier today. Hopefully he recognized me too.

“What’s your problem, inmate?” He rolled his eyes. Guess he wasn’t too fond of me either. Great job Iero, make the whole place hate you in under an hour. Well, it was bound to happen anyways. I collected my thoughts and turned to look at Gerard; he had slipped under his covers, hiding his face from the rest of the world. His comic hung off his bed loosely, like it would fall any minute. I turned back around and spoke without pause.

“Is there a certain lights-out time, or something? I’m trying to learn the gist of things- this asshole won’t tell me anything.” I nodded my head towards him, praying he wouldn’t say anything.

“Yeah, lights out at nine, and we lock up for the night. Not like you guys listen anyways but whatever. Why?”

I upped my voice a few tones higher than usual. “Well, we have another roommate- you can check the logs if you don’t believe me, and he’s about the same age as I am. Blonde hair, young, and..” I leaned closer to the bars. “Really attractive.” I whispered.

“Anyways, we got along great on the way here and I was kind of hoping to.. uh… Get to know him a little more, if, you know…“ I looked to my left, acting embarrassed. My lips curled into a half smile. I pointed to the clock behind him. “And since it’s about eight forty-five, I was hoping you could bring him back for me?”

He shook his head and laughed under his breath. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Perfect!” My face lit up, and I clapped my hands together convincingly. “His name’s Michael, and he went with this guy named Bob after dinner.”

“We have a lot of Bob’s here. Last name?” He turned and looked at the clock. He tapped his foot, I could tell he was getting antsy, or at least growing uncomfortable.

I searched my mind for another name, but came up empty.

“Gee, I dunno… But he has blonde hair, he’s tall, kind of buff. Kind of a long face?”

“Oh, you mean Bryar. Alright, kid. I’ll bring your little boyfriend back.” He turned and walked back down the hallway, disappearing behind a corner. I walked back to the beds. I picked up the comic that now laid on the floor, and put it on the nightstand behind the bunks. Gerard sat back up, his longish hair a big matted mess, like he hadn’t brushed it in forever. He tucked it behind his ear, and flashed me an angry glare.

“That was a little too convincing.” He muttered, giving me a dark look.

Guess he did have a scary side. I brushed it off. “Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it. Hey, at least he’s coming back for the night. Now, you have some explaining to do, because he won’t listen to me.”

“Of course he doesn’t, he shouldn’t be here in the first place. What the hell was she thinking..” I heard some wolf whistles from outside and we both turned our heads. Soon after, a beaming Mikey arrived with the guard by his side. He thanked the officer as he slid through the now unlocked gates.

“Everyone here is so nice, Frank. I can’t even-“ He looked up towards Gerard’s bed, and the two made eye contact. Gerard hopped off his bed and stood in front of him. He slowly pulled Mikey into a light hug, holding him like he was made of glass. I could tell he still didn’t think this was real, he had been pinching himself while we were waiting. Mikey wasn’t so careful, he grabbed Gerard and practically crushed him.

“Hey, Gee.. How ya been?” He asked, a warm smile on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here, Mikey.” Gerard whispered softly, holding him tighter. I backed away awkwardly, letting them have their moment. Who was I to interrupt this?

Notes

So, as requested by you all, I decided up upload chapter three early. I really didn't expect all the feedback I've gotten, and I'm so glad you guys like it! And yes the chapters are going to be the lyrics of the "You know.." song. I know its cheesy but I think it fits :P

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