Get Me The Hell Out Of Here (Frerard)

Gerard groaned as the television screen went black, cutting off the episode of the Simpson’s him and Frank had been watching at that moment. After a minute the screen came back, but instead of cartoons, they were met with the face of one of the reporters of the local news station. “Hello, this is Nancy Ross from Channel Eight News, with an important announcement” She said in her ‘news reporter’ voice that Gerard always hated. “A few minutes ago, authorities have issued an AMBER Alert for Newark teen, Frank Iero”
Gerard tuned out the rest of her words, looking at the clock on his phone. 10:54 pm. “Frank, I thought you said your parents wouldn’t call until after midnight?” he asked uncertainly. “They didn’t” Frank mumbled motioning to the television. “If you would pay attention, you’d know that they just said my friends called the cops” The younger boy bit his lip. Gerard sighed.
Great, now they were going to find Mikey quicker. With all of the search parties out for Frank, they had to. It’s not like Gerard tried to hide the body or anything, he just left his brother lying there in the middle of the clearing. Fuck, maybe he should have hid the body, or at least have taken the wallet so they’d have problems identifying Mikey. Fuck.
“I think it’s time for bed” Gerard mumbled, using the remote to turn the television off. Frank pulled himself off the couch and slowly walked to the bedroom. Gerard followed him after a minute. When he caught up to Frank, the teen was standing in front of the open doorway to Gerard’s room. “This what you were working on earlier?” he asked. Gerard nodded.
While the two were eating dinner, Gerard had strung a bunch of old soda cans together and hung them above his door. Not that he didn’t trust Frank, it was just best not to take any chances. “If you need to use the restroom you’d better do it now.” he informed Frank, who nodded and hightailed it to the bathroom between Gerard and Ray’s rooms.
While Frank was in there, Gerard took the opportunity to change out of his still bloody clothes. He pulls off his pants and shirt, leaving his boxers on and pulls on an oversized, paint splattered tee shirt. He’d have to shower.
“Gerard?” The older male looked up to see Frank standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. “Where do I sleep?” Fuck that was the one thing Gerard hadn’t thought about. The only place in the room was the bed, but Gerard was not giving that up for the kid. But he also couldn’t force Frank to sleep on the floor. That was just mean and Gerard was not known to be mean, just insane.
God, he hated when people called him that. Gerard was NOT insane. He doesn’t get hallucinations, and for fuck’s sake he did not have schizophrenia. Every time one of the doctors said that he just wanted to-
“Hey!” Frank yelled, snapping his fingers in front of Gerard’s eyes. “Keep up with me, Gee” Frank said. “Yeah uh sorry… I just…” Frank sighed and pointed to the bed. “Go to bed” he said in a stern voice. “What about you?” Gerard asked “We can share” Frank answered already starting to pull the covers back on one side of the bed. Gerard felt the heat rising to his cheeks and Frank smirked. “What?” he asked innocently. “N-nothing” Gerard mumbled, turning toward the door and grabbing the hanging cans, pulling them up and into the room, before shutting the door. “You really don’t trust me, do you?” Frank asked. Gerard sighed and shrugged “You can’t be too careful”
Frank awoke at 8:30 in the morning, curled up against Gerard’s chest, wrapped in his arms; to the sounds of The Misfits blaring from a phone on a night stand one Gerard’s side of the bed. He didn’t mind being so close to his kidnapper, that part was nice. His body fit perfectly against Gerard’s as if they were made to be put together like that and shit, Frank’s getting all mushy again.
Frank had to admit he wasn’t exactly the straightest crayon in the box, and Gerard was a pretty cool dude. He had great taste in music and comics, not to mention he was pretty much as hot as they come. But the man was a murderer and he kidnapped Frank, and for Frank to fall in love with him would be wrong, right?
Frank felt the body we was curled against shift and heard Gerard groan. Frank sighed and poked Gerard in the stomach. “Come on man, turn your phone off” he mumbled. The older man sat up and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. “Shit, it’s my mom” he said immediately sounding awake and alert. He swung his feet off the bed and motioned Frank to be quiet, even though that didn’t matter since he stood up and walked right out of the bedroom door, pulling it shut behind him.
Frank instantly pressed his ear against the door to try to hear Gerard, but his plan failed as he soon realized that he couldn’t hear a thing over the aluminum cans clanking against each other on the other side of the door. Frank sighed and walked back to the bed, laying down upon it, and closed his eyes hoping for a few more minutes of sleep.
Well he did get those extra minutes but to Frank it felt like seconds before Gerard threw the door open, yelling “Frank get up” Frank sat up groggily. “W-what?” he asked rubbing his eyes. Gerard was already over at the closet, quickly sifting through the clothes before pulling out a pair of jeans, an old, worn out Iron Maiden shirt, and a light grey hoodie. He threw the clothes across the room to Frank who was still sitting dumbfounded on the bed.
“Put those on” Gerard instructed “The pants shouldn’t be too big but I have belts and safety pins if you need them.” And with that, the older male left the room, heading for the bathroom. Frank stood up and stripped himself of his school uniform. He hurriedly pulled on the new clothes (the jeans fit perfectly) and sat on the bed again.
Gerard reappeared a few minutes later, in a new outfit, his arms and face free of blood. “Get your shoes on, we gotta go!” he told Frank who promptly did what he was told. As soon he slipped both on, Frank looked up at Gerard with a questioning look.
“Gerard, what’s going on?” he asked. “Change of plans” Gerard answered, grabbing the keys off the nightstand and heading out of the room, Frank at his heels. “We’re packing and leaving as soon as we get home” “What, why?” Frank asked. The man was moving so fast, too fast and they hadn’t even been up 15 minutes yet.
“They found my brother”

Notes

Chapter name from Careful by Paramore

Hey... sorry for the weight... um I'm going back home tomorrow... well today it's like 6 in the morning.... yeah I don't know when I'll be back :/

Song Of The Moment: Saturday- Fall Out Boy

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