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Holy shit, an update, no way. I really am sorry for lack of activity, but you must understand I have a life outside of this(hardly). It's relatively short, but I wouldn't consider it a filler. I would love your feedback and suggestions 'cos I'm all about bettering myself.

Title credit: Dead Kennedys (duh.)

xxLee


 Gerard was having trouble fully grasping the situation.

 All he was aware of was that there was a runaway with superpowers harbored away in his bedroom. What a strange thought. One would think that the confirmation of supernatural qualities would be his dream come true, being a comic book junkie and all, but, strangely enough, he was just confused. The whole situation was giving him a migraine.

 Gerard will admit, he was disappointed when he had followed Frank to a rundown motel. He admits that he had hoped for a better story behind the boy. But never this. Never something so big that Gerard didn't even know how to being to explain it. Nothing so big that he had to knock Frank unconsious and basically kidnap him.

 Meanwhile, Frank was on the verge of smashing a window and running off, but after standing in front of the window contemplating for a good five minutes, he decided he'd rather face Gerard then Jersey weather in the fall. That didn't mean he panicked any less when he heard footsteps.

 The door swung open to reveal a very exasperated Gerard, almost as exasperated as Frank. They both just shuffled around for about fifteen minutes.

 Gerard wanted to talk about it, but he always came back to 'So, you have superpowers?' Which was not the most appropriate question. The comic geek in Gerard wanted to turn Frank into a super hero. Spandex and all. But he was almost positive Frank wouldn't be up for battling overdramatized villains in a ridiculously tight costume.

 "Hungry?" What a terrible question. It was hardly a question at all. Just a word with a question mark tacked on the end.

 Frank was a little hungry, but he still denied the offer. He was just waiting for the questions to start up, but instead Gerard just watched him for a while, as if he expected Frank to just spill his entire life story.

 "I'm, uh, sorry for kidnapping you." Frank's eyes widened at the word "kidnap". "Not actually kidnapped, not, like, against your will. Well kind of because you were unconscious, but not legit kidnapping." Gerard stuttered out. "Right?"

 Frank considered it. "Right. I mean, I could leave if I asked, right?" Gerard nodded reluctantly. "Then, no, not kidnapping."

 "Cool."

 "Cool." Frank agreed even though this entire thing was far from cool.
 They fell into yet another wave of silence. "Uh, thirsty?"

 Frank forced out a dry laugh. He nodded in response. He might as well get a free glass of water out of this situation.

 Upon settling down at the table in the small, cramped kitchen with newly filled glasses, the silence continued on.

Frank couldn't help but notice the severe lack of food in Gerard's apartment. In fact, there seemed to be a severe lack of everything. Maybe he knew more about loneliness then Frank was giving him credit for.

 Finally, Gerard looked up at Frank. "So, you have superpowers?"

 Frank would hardly consider them superpowers. More like a super pain in the ass. "I don't think so." This was way too much talking for him.

 "So, what do you have?"

 "A problem."

 "Oh," Gerard sighed. "a problem that doubles as telekinesis?"

 Frank nodded, studying the murky water in his cup.

 "I, uh, had to leave, I'm dangerous."

 "No, Frank, you're not."

 "I can't go back." he panicked. "If I hurt them-"

 "Then stay here."

 Frank looked up. "But you-"

 "I'm clearly different. Have I freaked out yet?"

 "Well no, but-"

 "You can't stay in a motel forever."

 He was right, he couldn't live in that motel forever. Gerard was taking this pretty well. He gave Frank a job. It was nothing serious, just a place to live. Frank would just try to keep it under control. "O-okay. Yeah."

 Gerard smiled slightly. "So, uh, how do you feel about spandex?"