Life On The Murder Scene

God he was taking ages to walk over to me. My hands were starting to get cold in the thin of my pockets and my head fuzzy from his hazel eyes glued to mine.
"Evening Iero." He said perkily as he reached me.
"Iero?....ok then. Evening Way!" We both walked over to the corner of the rooftop to a bench surrounded by neglected flowers. Across from us the rooftop was fitting around the industrialized polluted city. There was nothing but grey tiles surrounding us, and a small pond on the other side of us with fish attempting to escape the murky waters.
As we sat, Gerard looked over at me, a blank expression on his face. His arms were folded up and his body turned to me with his knee up on the side of the wood.
"Your two minutes late." He said seriously.
"Oh shit it's the end of the world!" I mocked, laughing a bit as he sat there still expressionless.
"Got any good excuses." He cocked his head to one side.
"Um....I was thinking about you." He grinned slightly at that, shifting a bit closer to me, his folded arms now stretched out across the back of the bench.
"Ok, i guess that's acceptable." We sat there for a bit longer this time. I was glad he was the kind of person i could sit in silence with for a long time and we wouldn't call it awkward. As well as the sound of my own voice, i liked the sound of silence too...and Gerard's deep tone.
Although the previous expression of happiness still sat on his face, it was hiding the sadness i knew wanted to pour through. I wasn't the most brightest person in the world, neither attractive or worth knowing, but i sure could tell when a person was hiding something. In this situation, it was obvious that Bob got him into this state. While he watched us hit down rocks and patrolled the corridors he was gulping and trembling slightly, and inside i knew he was laughing and bursting with joy.
I needed to get to know him better now. Fuck Bob and his delusional supremacy. Fuck Pete and that fucking on point fringe. Fuck this prison and every fucking hole i've seen tonight.
"Please smile." I whispered, actually acting normal for once. He responded to my request and stretched his lips into a smile which melted my heart. Now i held his gaze, blocking out the rusty structure of a building behind us and everything that didn't have black hair or the most gorgeous smile.
His smile was literally killing me, with his dimples and scrunched up nose. I couldn't stand the fact that i had to control my feelings in here. I wanted to wrench him forward by the neck and smother him in kisses. I wanted to ravish him and run into a blizzard of his love. How soft were his lips and warm his touch? Was he the more lustful type or dominant?
It was like a stab in the gut that falling in love with him might kill me. Certainly get me out of prison for sure with yeti-man on my back. There was no chance of us getting away with it, unless Gerard was a criminal mastermind and was precise in every plot he made. Now he was grinning at me even more, with his hand on my shoulder and a slight shake to jolt me from my ridiculous thoughts.
"Why don't you smile?" He kept his face cheery even though the stretch of his smile would sure give him jaw ache afterwards.
"Ah, sorry." I quickly grinned at him, flashing a toothy smile before sealing my lips again, my cheeks flushing red.
"You want something from me don't you?" Back to serious mode again.
"I want to get to know you..."
"Right....well i'm hardly fascinating." He shuffled a bit in his seat so our knees were gently knocking together and making my heart pulse. "I'm Gerard Arthur Way and i'm 20. I was born here in New Jersey with shitty parents and a snobby brother. I don't know where he is now, but i'm sure i'm better off with ought him. At first i went to school i was getting rubbish grades and classed as a dunce with no future success. So i quit school and spent the rest of my days dreaming about being a worker in the police force. I soon trained and got the job of being a patrol officer and backup policeman if there was an extreme case of emergency. Since I've been here i haven't considered doing anything else."
"Bob is still an asshole though." I added.
"Well....were made to behave like puppets on his string. We are ot capable of freedom of thought or speech in the premises or his watch, that's why i'm like this. Out here and when i patrol the working grounds outside, i get chance to talk to my fellow workers and have a nice chat. You may think she's a bitch, but Hayley is really nice and were good friends. So am i with the other officers who hate Bob's guts just as much. So i guess out here to i get to be myself with you....you'll soon see."
"I like your normal self." I grinned "Hey there normal Gerard."
"Call me Gee, we know each other well now." He held out his hand for me to shake.
"Well hello there Gee, jolly good life this is!" I took his hand and shook it ecstatically, my heart still racing from the look he held on me.
"Life on the murder scene my friend." Gerard's gaze then returned to the dark sky ahead of us poking out from the crippled barbed wire. I tensed up a bit as i shuffled further back against the back of the bench. Being with him had become slightly awkward for myself. It wasn't him, it was just my thoughts. If only he knew the embarrassment i was feeling right now and the tears threatening to spill over. I was trying my best to keep cool, just like anyone would do if they were with there crush, it seemed silly though.....some crush. He was three years older than me and i couldn't date him, i was in a fucking prison.
"We could run away from here one day you know......just me and you." The words fell from his mouth suddenly, his eyes still locked on the sky.
"I'm stuck here though....plus we've hardly known each other for long." Both our faces were now plastered with frowns and the air suddenly felt more colder.
"I want to be with you." I turned to him a bit more, him now clutching scraps of paper in his hands, ink peering through the gaps of his fingers where he was covering it. I watched him shuffle it around in his fingers for a bit, me questioning why he was being so random, and the explanation for the sudden appearance of paper.
"What's that in your hands." I tried to change the subject, my forehead now sweaty from my thoughts and contorted expression on the scraps of paper.
"Um, oh.....nothing!" He tried to swipe it behind his back but i caught it. I knew he didn't want me to but i just didn't want to think about not rebelling against him. It was my forte and a must with the way he was playing things out on me.
I stood up and started running across the courtyard of the prison, my legs shaky, following behind me. I could hear him breathing jagged behind me, his feet hitting the cobble in rapid rhythmic movements. It was like two children chasing after each other for something precious to them. As well as his breathing hitting high notes, mine too became fast paced. I was laughing now, wondering how i could possibly study the inky drawing probably with the ragged state i was in. My vision felt fuzzy and i felt dizzy from laughing so hard. It felt like i was tripping over my own feet now rather then walking properly.
Just at the right time to when i reached near the pond and both of my feet appropriately clashed together and i stumbled forward. My head hit the water first, a harsh collision of the liquid streaming into my arm as i slipped under. I choked and coughed and spluttered under the harsh pull of the icy liquid on my skin and wrapping itself around my neck. I was blinking furiously, but i knew that there was nothing i could do. Every little slip up and rebellion i chose came with a consequence.
Now, it felt like forever before i could hear the faint noise of Gerard screaming curses and the feeling of a grip around my waist hoist me out of the water. My vision still felt blind though, and my throat to sore to choke up all the forced water lying like a rancid stew at the pit of my mouth. I let him drop me onto the concrete with a thud and begin to press at my chest. I could now only feel him pumping away and pushing the water out of my mouth. It worked nothing, with only the dribble of my own saliva now slipping down my neck.
I could feel nothing now for a while and only the voice of him muttering words of apology and what sounded like sobs screeching out across the barren space. What trick was he going to pull now, because he had only used that type of CPR? Before i could think or flutter my eyes to open up the slightest, i felt a touch of long fingers curl around my neck and pull me up. Then a soft velvet feeling pushing up sideways against my lips. The thing on my lips was breathing into my mouth like a hurricane with continuous heaves to the lungs.
With all my effort my vision adjusted slightly, as i felt the cold water clear my eyes slowly. Carefully, i squinted upwards through my lashes to feeling the thing resting on my lips.
It was Gerard...
I soon realized the glorious velvet feeling was Gerard giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Now was the time where i seriously couldn't breath and was lost for words. His lips were forced fully on mine now even more than before, the warmth of coffee and cigarettes flooding onto my taste buds and tickling my tongue.
That cowardly feeling came rushing into me again. I wanted to kiss him back, but i knew he was only doing this to save my life. In all true fact it would of been best if i'd just sat up and thanked him for being a savior. But i just wanted to try something.
It was only quick before i sat up, but i quickly puckered my lips up so my bottom lip slipped up between his upper one and let me savior the knots that were stuck in my stomach. It soon ended though, and i sat up pretending to be gasping for air and thankful for life.
"Oh gosh." I breathed out heavily, actual pond water now drizzling down my chin. "T-thank you s-so much Gee!" I lent forward and hugged him with gratitude. We were bot literally soaked to the skin of pond water and the coppery smell of fish on us.
"I thought you were going to die." He sniffed into my shoulder slightly. "And i thought i can't loose another friend because of me giving up on them."
I quickly let the image of Bert flood into my mind as my arms left wrapped around his waist. He was grinning like a fool, and his bushy eyebrows were raised high. His hair fell down to shoulder length, and his posture was slumped. There was the hint of gratitude in his face as he looked back at me in my thoughts and then vanished.
Now the tears were swelling up in my eyes too, quickly hidden by the fact that i was soaked in water.
"I think y-you need to sleep." He shivered. "I'll give you the picture. Here." He passed me the soggy paper, the ink now melting down like wax in a tie dye form. I didn't dare look at the picture and just smiled at him.
"I'll look at it tomorrow...thanks." He nodded and i let myself crawl back over to the over side of the courtyard. There was a small lit fire caged over by rusty brown bars of metal. I watched as Gerard laid out a thin plush blanket for me to lay on and left the duvet by my side.
"You should probably sleep in your boxers..." He watched over me as i removed my jumper and chucked it near the heat of the fire. His face was red as i looked back...maybe he felt me slide my lips between his.
"Um...sorry! I won't look." He quickly turned as i let my clothing fall to the ground with a loud sound and Gerard left to mumble a faint tune to himself whilst he awkwardly waited. After i had finished i quickly crawled underneath the covers and pushed my head up near the pillow. My mouth rubbed against the fabric, reminding me of the touch of Gerard's lips that could still be felt fuzzy on my lips. I let my eyes flicker up to his and him kneel down so we were at level.
I put my arm above the duvet so i could prop myself up on one elbow. The upper half of my tattooed chest was now showing, and Gerard's gay was too. He quickly ran his eyes across my chest before returning them to my eyes, his cheeks a crimson purple.
"I can't get to sleep." I yawned stretching a bit under the covers, my head tilted to one side. It felt extremely uncomfortable but hopefully looked good from his view.
"You should probably put your head on the pillow." A hint of sarcasm flashed through his tone as he pushed it up against my head a bit more.
"That's not gonna work i'm afraid." I muttered fiddling with the loose seams of the cushion.
"I want you to get some sleep Frankie......Bob will literally murder me otherwise." He whispered, his voice deep and eyebrows pulled downwards seriously.
I've never been very successful with many things in life including the fact of picking up guys. Simply put, i was a hopeless romantic and had the higher possibly of getting laid by a twelve inch gherkin than fancied by a eighty year-old man. This time a guy was actually holding my gaze and hugging me. He would listen to my conversations where i attempted to make human dialect with him, whilst my gaze would constantly flicker to other things in the room to help me from blushing or squealing. It was so hard to keep up with monitoring everything i said before it slipped from my lips and concentrating on where my hands were so they wouldn't grab his hands or stroke his face. I was so close, yet so far with the way i was stuck in a fucking prison where Staff and Prisoner relationship were forbidden.
So...here goes nothing.
"You could do something about it to help me get to sleep." My fingers drew nearer to his tie tucked under his blazer and tugged on it slightly making him turn a furious red. I pulled on it more and then let go to let him get the idea. The blood in my body was rushing wildly to my face and i couldn't help grin as he crawled nearer towards me.
I watched his every movement. The way he shakily pulled the hair from his eyes and slipped a bit with the way his palms were slippery on the cobble. He was closer than ever now with our faces inches apart. His nose knocked against mine and then his lips suddenly on mine. I felt him stiffen slightly, and his fingers go to interlock with mine. It wasn't long before the wet kiss ended, and i had brain damage and lung damage, including my throat being blocked up.
"Goodnight Frankie." And then he walked away.

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