"So Gerard tell me about yourself," Frank said. Something changed Frank when he was around Gerard. He was softer, and he felt like he had to protect Gerard. He knew Gerard couldn't care for him. Frank didn't felt like he had to, he wanted to.

"there's not much to say Frankie," Gerard said drawing on the floor. Frank smiled at the nickname.

"Come on there has to be something," Frank said sitting next to Gerard.

"Well, I love drawing, it's fun to spoil people enjoyment to me, I'm gay, and yeah that's it," Gerard said chuckling.

"well aren't you my little killjoy," Frank said giggling. Gerard began to blush, he liked that Frank gave him a pet name, but did Frank want something more from Gerard? This fear began to take over Gerard. He didn't want to be anyones "bitch" even if it was a "live or die" life style in this prison. Gerard knew he couldn't take care of himself, but he rather die than to be a toy. Gerard wasn't dirt to anyone.

"Frankie,".

"yeah Killjoy,".

"i'm not your bitch am I,".

"No I'd never treat you like that. Your not a toy to me, your human," Frank said. Frank wasn't lying. He'd had some romantic feelings for Gerard, sure but he knew Gerard was more than that. He was human, not like the human he played with for fun, by taking there lives or using them for good use. He was a different.

"Promise,"Gerard asked with his black hair covering his eyes.

"Yeah killjoy. I promise," Frank said standing up, "stay here. I'm gonna go get something real quick. I won't be long," Gerard nodded his head.

Frank walked out seeing the hookers walking in, he ran to Jamia.

"Drawing," she said holding out her hand and the other on her hip.

Frank rolled his eyes giving her the drawing, "letter," he said mocking her. she laughed handing him the drawing, "here you go Frank," she said walking off.

Frank ran back inside outside of his cell but he began to here singing. He looked threw the sheets seeing Gerard showering from the water hose that was outside one of the windows.

"Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets".

Frank stared at Gerard, then walking in quietly watching, Gerard still hadn't notice, him standing there watching him from a distance.

Frank mouth tried to form words. but nothing could come out. He staring at the youngers boys figure, he didn't fell "dirt" or "creepy" he felt normal. comfortable

"I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through-"

Before Gerard could finish the words came out of Frank like word vomit, "your beautiful killjoy,".

Notes

quick update before my moms baby shower :))