Trapped in your heart-shaped box

Gerard turns away from Frank when he sees him going over to check the clothing rack and doing god knows what, knowing that this lack of attention will annoy Frank to an extent.

"Gee?" he voice chimes in over the sound of turning paper

"Gee? What's wrong?" he asked again

Gerard ignores him again, flipping through the paper louder, scraping it ageist the other sheets purposely.

"Did I do something, I mean to make you mad, or something?" He asked, his voice was sad and worried.

Gerard felt a pang of guilt and wanted to turn around and laugh it off like it was nothing, but something inside him made him turn around and walk straight past him to a box at the end of the set.

"Gerard, please, I'm sorry." He said walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder

With that Gerard turns around to face Frank, staring him straight in the eyes

"Please Gerard" he begged, looking more hurt than Gerard had expected

Gerard wraps his arms around Frank and picked him up "Jeez, you gotta stop taking things so seriously" he laughed as he put Frank over his shoulder

"The hell, let me down! I'm mad at you! stop it!" he yells, flailing his arms and legs

"nope, you're coming with me shorty" he teased and started to walk out the door with frank still yelling at him to put him down

"stop freaking out, what do you think I'm gonna do to ya?" he laughed

"I-I dunno.." he said, finally relaxing as Gerard pressed the button for the elevator

The elevator door opened with the sound of a bell and Gerard carried frank in, ignoring the people staring at the two

"well then don't worry." he sighed

"Fuck you." he states simply

"I'm sure you'd love to, but shut up people are staring, you're bad for my reputation"

Frank laughed lightly but went quietly and put his head down so it was resting on Gerard's back humming softly to himself.

Notes