Trapped in your heart-shaped box

"Well Frank? Are you getting in or what?" gerard asked as he got into the back of a blueish black Mercedes Benz

"I-I um, yes, yes okay, sorry" He said stepping in, looking anxious

"well, about this 'important job'" gerard said not looking over to frank

Frank nods looking down at the car floor, trying to avoid eye contact with Gerard
"You seem...tense...what do you think this job is, Frankie?"

"I-you-your-gonn-a I mean..." Frank trails off his breathing picking up

"If you think I'm gonna fuck you...you're wrong" Gerard says matter-of-factly

"Then, I-I don't know" he said bitting his lip

"In compleat honesty, its not nearly as exiting as 'important job' might sound, I'm an artist, and you seem okay for proportions, so...like modiling but I have to draw you, well not you but when you're wearing and put it on a character, because the last person thought this was creepy" he states

"Oh..." frank says nodding

"In exchange for such, you can stay with me so you don't... you know...freeze to death, also food and everything you know?" he said looking over to frank rather uninterested

"Thank you" frank said quietly

Gerard ignores franks gratitude by looking out the window to see just how far he was from his loft seeing he was near the building.

As they pull up to the building and the car comes to a halt gerard slides out of the car and shuts the door waiting for frank behind him.

They make their way up to the second to top floor, frank looked around fascinated with how nice everything was, although he had not been homeless for his whole life, he hadn't grown up with a wealthy family, so much of this was new to him.

"You can put your things upstairs then come down in you like, the first left door is the guest room" Gerard said, his voice sounding almost emotionless

"Okay, thank you, so much" Frank said before running off

Notes

this sucked, Sorry