Chapter 2 (Frank's POV)

*Time-lapse*

College had flown by, and I was now getting a pack of fags and my old hoody from high school, which somehow still fitted me like it used to. I decided to wear my skeleton gloves and I headed off to DirtBag for the first time since Gerard ran away. The air was dry, and seriously cold, even with my hoody zipped right up. I walked along the sidewalk until the flickering sign that read DirtBag in green neon lit up my surroundings. I decided to lean against the icy brickwork and light up a cancer stick. After what felt like forever (but was only really 5 minutes), a shadowy figure walked creepily towards me. He looked about Gerard's height, I thought, so I breathed in and took in some nicotine, expecting the worst.

"Hey man, gorra light and a fag?" His silky-smooth Jersey accent caressed my ears, confirming who it belonged to.

"Yeh man, here you go." I opened my pack and picked up a fag and passed it to him, then I fished my lighter out and handed it to him as well.

"Strange, most people run a mile." He purred in between puffs. "You gorra name, kid?"

I wandered slowly under the street light and took off my hood. "You mean you don't recognise me, Gee?" Gee, I repeated in my head. I haven't used that nickname since, well since high school.

"F-Frank? Ohmagosh! Is that really you?" He wandered over to me and smoothed my cheek. I unintentionally leaned my head into his touch. "You look so different!"

"Says he who chopped off his hair and went white." I purred.

"You're the one with a faux-hawk!" He chuckled, showing his gorgeous smile. I practically swooned.

"So, ya wanna go in with me?" I grinned, taking another nicotine dose. "It'll be like old times."

"We could do yeh. The guys at DirtBag don't care that I'm...yanno."

"What? A...murderer?" I said, whispering the word 'murderer' closely into his ear. I felt him shiver. I smiled devilishly as I moved my hand down his torso.

"Yeh..." he almost moaned, "...that. And I'm also...gay." He crashed his lips into mine and we were caught in an epileptic fit of passion against the wall of the rock club. He then slowly broke our kiss with a look of long-awaited satisfaction. I bit my lip ring happily. "Let's go in, shall we?" he smiled, "You can crash at mine too, if ya like." His smile went from a happy one to an evil, kinky one. Thank God for my impeccable skill of self-control. The last thing I need was a boner right now.

We wandered into DirtBag and towards the bar. So many memories are held here. If only Gerard...I stopped self-grieving and sat next to him. I've never been so happy in all my life.

"Hiya Benny, how's it going?" Gerard beamed. Benny the Bartender? It couldn't be! He must've moved somewhere else, right?

"Hallo, Gerard!" his husky voice greeted, "And hallo Frankie-boy! Long time, no see!" It was Benny!

"Hey, Benny! My gosh it has been, hasn't it?" I shook his firm hand across the bar.

"It's such a heart-warming sight to see you two at the bar again after so long." He said happily as he dried a pint glass. "What brought ya back, Frank?"

"Ah, well, I just felt nostalgic, is all!" I grinned. "I was outside having a fag, and well, look who asked me for a fag anna light!" I laughed, secretly grabbing Gee's thigh. I caught him glancing at my crotch and licking his lips. The fucking tease!

"He asked you fer a fag and a light! Cheeky bastard!"

"Um, yeh, then I asked him what his name was, and he went under the street light and took off his hood. I was SO shocked to see his face!" Gerard added enthusiastically.

"Wow man, heavy! So, ya want the usual?" Benny asked.

"Yeh, if ya can remember Frank's usual!"

"'Course I can! Pint o' Fosters, right?"

We both beamed as we grabbed our glasses and started to drink, swivelling around to face each other. Not a word was spoken until I swigged some more of my Fosters.

"Wow this is just like old times! You—" Gerard leaned in close and squeezed my thigh. "You still look sexy when you drink. Your eyes...mesmerize me." he purred into my ear, and I had to bite my lip ring to stop myself from moaning in pleasure. Then I realized. Still?

"Still?" I repeated out loud.

"Yeh, man. I fancied ya ever since we first met. I just didn't want t' tell ya, 'coz I thought you were straight, being with Jamia and all. You still with her, by the way?" he explained. Wow, I thought.

"Oh, nah, she moved 'bout a year ago." I sighed, swigging more of my pint. "She said she'd always love me. But she cheated."

"Oh, sorry dude!" he sympathised, and then he leant in close again. "I would never cheat on you. Not ever." Was he hitting on me? Ah well. This was my idea, after all.

"Ah well!" I exclaimed, downing the rest of my pint. "She's happy now, right? That's all that matters. Wanna go mosh?"

He mirrored me and slammed his empty glass onto the coaster. Thought you'd never ask!" He then grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my seat, and then we barged past a load of people until we found a circular clearing. The pit.

"Ready, Frank?" he shouted.

"Oh, I'm there baby!" I screamed and we both plunged ourselves in

The night went by without a care in the world. We jumped, pushed, and ran our way to mosh pit happiness, then he yanked me back out. What is he planning? I swallowed hard.

"Ya wanna head out? 'Tis midnight, after all!" he shouted over the music. I nodded in agreement and placed a $10 bill on the counter.

"Keep the change, Benny! It was nice seeing you again!"

"You too, Frankie-boy!"

We ran out of DirtBag and towards Gerard's apartment, running through his door.

I never thought being with a serial killer was this fun.