Trapped in your heart-shaped box

"NO WHAT THE FUCK, YOU'RE UNDER SUPPLYING, FOR FUCKS SAKE" Gerard yelled loudly to the new assistant printer, who now looked like he was about to cry
"I'm sorry Mr.Way, I'll see what I can do, sir." he said almost running out of the office

This was about all that Gerard could handle for the day, he grabbed his coat and walked out of the large downtown building. He pulled his collar up against the cold new york winds looking down to the sidewalk to avoid the cold as well.

"E-excuse me?" Someone said stuttering quietly

"What?!" Way responds harshly looking down to where the voice came, a boy sitting on the side of a building

"could you spare some c-change?" he asked looking rather hopeful, Gerard rolled his eyes taking a good look at the boy determining that he couldn't be any other that 17 at most.

Gerard continues walking after muttering something to himself, only getting a few paces before turning around to look back at the boy.

"Are you coming? Or not?" he asked looking confused

"I-I um, you-you want me too?" the boy asked standing up and dusting himself off

"Well duh.." Gerard said as if it were obvious


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Frank Grabs his guitar case by the handle and running after Gerard trying to catch up and hit as little people as possible with his guitar case.

"Well then, what your name kid?" Gerard asked looking over to the boy

"F-Frank, sir." he said looking up at Gerard

"Frank, I have an important job for you"

Notes

first chapter up and I'm oddly happy with it