Frank's POV

I couldn't sleep when I got home. How could I? I sat there, my thoughts spinning around in my head like some sort of fucked up carousel of thoughts. I sighed and went downstairs. Coffee. I needed coffee. I searched through my cupboards. Fuck. I had none, guess it was a late night trip to Starbucks for me. I grabbed a large black jacket and slipped out into the night.

A black coffee in hand I started to walk back home when I felt a pair of eyes watching my every move. I turned and gazed into the alley and watched a figure disappear back into the shadows. My curiosity took the better of me and I followed them into the alley.

"Still as curious as ever." A voice purred. I knew that voice "Gerard." I sighed and he smiled "Hello sugar." He said "What are you doing out this late, evil people roam the streets at this time." I snorted "Evil people like you?" I asked he smiled "Precisely." I sighed "Gerard as really need to stop meeting like this." I began and he chuckled "Afraid the walls might talk Iero?" I look up at him "Look, something happened between us. We're not exactly friends and we're not in any sort of relationship; for god's sake, my job is to catch people like you. I can't do this anymore!" I look up at him pleadingly "Let's just forget about each other and go to our own lives." He looks down at me silently, then he quietly said "How can I forget you when you make me feel like this?" And with that he pulled me close and kissed me.

My eyes widened but I soon melted into it, he pushed me up against the brick wall and held my hips. I deepened the kiss and he kept it going for a bit and then pulled away. "Your choice Frank." He said "If you want this be here tomorrow, if not I get it." And with that he walked back off leaving me more confused than ever.