You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Frank's POV

The dried autumn leaves crunch beneath my black and white converses as I walk down the road, careful to stay on the sidewalk. It's Friday the 13th, and I'm a little freaked out. All morning, I've been worrying about getting hurt, or dying, or being in danger, or…

"FRANKIE!" I hear from the doorstep of the house next to me. I turn around to see that I've walked all the way to Gerard's house. Of course, it was Gerard that called my name. He's the only one that calls me Frankie. Hopefully, he can save me from anything bad that will happen today.

"GEE!" I feel myself calling back. We've been calling each other Frankie and Gee since we were little kids. I look up to see Gerard prancing toward me like a five-year-old girl running through a field of flowers, and he pounces, getting ready to land in my arms. Unfortunately, I was busy worrying that he would trip and fall or hurt him self or something, so my arms didn't open I time. Instead, he slams against my short being and we topple precariously backward into the street. My heart is pounding in my ears, but despite the extra noise, I'm still able to pick up the sound of someone laughing. I force myself to sit up, and realize that it's Gerard, which makes me mad.

"Geeeee," I whined, "we could have gotten hurt really bad, and then we wouldn't be able to see each other for a looong time!"

"So? What's the big deal? We could be hospital buddies!" Gerard said with a sly grin painted onto his face. God, sometimes he acted like he was a little kid instead of a teenager.

"But GERARD," I began, knowing that he hated when I called him by his real name, "didn't you check the calendar?"

Gerard's POV

I struggle to escape the darkness enveloping me. The only thing I do is evade what's coming after me; not fight it. I feel thorns slicing through the thin fabric of my torn Misfits tee shirt, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My heart pounds from its place behind my rib cage, demanding a break. But, I know that if I pause to take a breath for even a second, I won't be able to keep fleeing the enemy. My feet carry me across a stony path, but when I reach the end, I can't stop moving forward. I begin to freefall off the edge of the cliff, and my life flashes before my eyes. A repetitive buzzing pierces through the air, and my eyes flash open. My hair is plastered to my face with sweat, and my bed sheets seem to do the same. Moving my hand across the bed to my nightstand, I slap my buzzing alarm clock with such force that it hits the wall opposite me, and sinks into a pile of dirty clothes. I doubt I'll ever see it again.

After showering and tugging on my favorite Misfits sweater, I head downstairs to find breakfast. My eyes land on a Tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies my mom must have made after I went to bed. I slowly approach the container, and snap the cover off the top. The smell of fresh cookies fills the air and I involuntarily inhale the smell of fresh food. Taking two of the biggest ones out of the container, I replace the lid and stuff one of the cookies in my mouth. When I head to the door, I swallow the remains of the last cookie and step outside, revealing a bright sun that leaves me squinting. Through my eyelashes, I see Frankie trudging down the sidewalk, seeming particularly acute with his senses.

"FRANKIE!" I call out, seeking his company. His head turns toward me, and I know I've captured his attention.

"GEE!" he shouts back, just as eager to see me as I am to see him. Hopefully, he'll be able to help me forget about the terrible dream I had just experienced…

I decide to keep the thoughts quiet and let my girly side show. Happily skipping down the gravel that serves as my driveway, I reach the pavement of the sidewalk, and launch myself into Frank, trapping him in a hug that sends us toppling backwards. When we hit the ground, the look on Frank's face gets the best of me, and I begin to giggle. Actually, I begin to laugh uncontrollably. Frankie sits up and looks at me with such a sarcastic glare that I am able to stop laughing for a while, but I still can't help but smile.

"Geeeee," he says playfully, "we could have gotten hurt really bad, and then we wouldn't be able to see each other for a looong time!"

This seems like such a childish concern that I make up my own silly response.

"So? What's the big deal? We could be hospital buddies!" Unfortunately, I don't seem as serious as I was hoping, because I can't seem to get the grin off my face.

"But GERARD," he begins, "didn't you check the calendar?" Ugh. I hate it when he calls me Gerard. Gerard. It's too serious for me.

"No?" Please tell me it wasn't his birthday. I had never forgotten his birthday.

"I'm scared, Gee. It's Friday. The 13th." He utters the words so quietly; I couldn't help but want to comfort him. I have always wanted to protect my Frankie. I'm going to keep him safe, forever.

"Oh, Frankie. Don't worry. I'll protect you from everything today and forever.

"Thanks, Gee." Frank says in the same soft voice. He snuggles closer into my arms and I hold him tight, shielding off everything from my Frankie.

Franks POV

"No?" Gerard says back, looking like he's worried about forgetting something.

"I'm scared, Gee. It's Friday. The 13th." My words are barely audible and I'm worried Gerard is thinking I'm too much of a softie. I sit in silence, waiting for him to respond. When he does, he says the most reassuring thing I've ever heard from anyone before.

"Oh, Frankie. Don't worry. I'll protect you from everything today and forever."

"Thanks, Gee." I manage to squeak out. It seems like such a meaningless comment compared to his. I sneak a glance at him when he isn't looking at me, and realize that the sun makes his raven black hair set off sparkles of colorful light in every direction. It seems like he's covered in glitter. I crawl into his arms, burrow down into them, and drift off.

When my eyes flutter open, I feel Gerard's arms around me, holding me close to him. The feeling of his steady breathing makes me want to drift off again, but I'm not tired anymore. I blink a few times, clearing my vision, and stare up at Gerard through my long lashes. He's been watching me the whole time I was asleep. I just know it. He has been guarding me from the world, just like he promised. His hand begins to gently brush the hair out of my face, and my eyes lock with his; everything I've ever wanted to confess to him begs to spill out, but I can't tell him, at least not yet.

Gerard's POV

I watch as my precious Frankie's eyes involuntarily flutter closed, locking the hazel-greenness beneath his pale lids. My mind drifts to different places, all of which concern Frankie. I begin to remember things from when we were kids. One time, we went to an aquarium, and there was a tank from one wall to the other, filled almost to the top with water. The tank was only about a few feet tall, and the employees were letting the people visiting put their hand in the water and wait for something to pass by. I, of course, being seven years old, wanted to feel one of the baby hammerhead sharks that would swim by the glass, but Frankie, who was only five, was afraid that one would bite my arm off, and maybe his, too. I had told him to listen to the lady sitting up on a rock inside the tank explain, and he reluctantly agreed. For about five minutes, she reassured Frankie about how the sharks didn't have teeth, so they couldn't hurt him.

When she was finished, he looked up at me with his intense hazel-green eyes, and said in his cutest voice, "Okay, Gee. I know you won't let them hurt me. And I won't let them hurt you." Then he gave me a quick hug and took my hand to lead me to the tank. We sat on the edge of the glass for a while, waiting for a shark, but none came. Frankie began to get offended. He thought they weren't coming because of him. When he was just starting to leave, I grabbed his arm and sat him back down and said in an excited voice," Frankie, look! There's one coming now!" He had turned around and eagerly placed his hand back into the water, and we were both able to feel that shark. When the shark was long gone to the back of the tank, Frankie stared at me and said, "I love you, Gee." Then he reached his arms up, signaling a piggyback, so I bent down so he could climb on. We continued looking at all of the sea animals, Frank shouting out things like, "Oh, Gee! Look! They're letting us touch the starfish! They can't hurt us, right?" He would look at me, waiting for an answer, and I would reassure him and say, "No, Frankie, they will never hurt you as long as I'm here."

Now, at the age of eighteen, I wonder if Frank really meant what he said. Does he still love me? And is it even in the way I love him? He couldn't, it was almost ten years ago! But, I still hope so, because I love him, and when he wakes up, I'm going to tell him. And, even though I'm unsure if he loves me or not, there is one thing I am definitely sure of. I love my Frankie.

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