Papers flew throughout the air as Frank crashed into the boy, who was so skinny that it was like running into a brick wall. The boy scampered, actually scampered, across the floor, quickly gathering all of the papers and placing them at Frank’s feet in a neat pile.
He looked up at Frank with wide eyes, silently offering the papers to him.
Frank forced an uneasy smile and accepted the papers. Then, although he doesn’t know why, he held out his hand to the boy. The boy smiled and took it and Frank helped him up to his feet.
The boy was wearing big hulking combat boots with his school uniform, and at least a dozen bracelets clunked together on his left wrist. Frank squinted. Were those…. Girl bracelets? His hazel eyes were accented with, oh god, eyeliner. His skin was albicant; so white it looked like he’d never been outside before. It was the palest skin Frank’s ever seen, the kid looked like a vampire. Although, something about it was incredibly endearing. He had this bright red hair. No, not even an auburn color, like, hipster punk red. It wasn’t even supposed to look natural; no one could be stupid enough to believe that hair color existed in nature anyways. It was supposed to look like he went out, bought dye, and colored his hair fucking Ronald McDonald red. The boy smiled radiantly, baring his tiny teeth in doing so.
“I’m Gerard,” he told. He held out a large hand, which Frank somewhat uneasily shook. Gerard ran a hand through his bangs so effeminately that Frank couldn’t help but cringe.
“Frank,” Frank replied. Frank looked around nervously for an excuse to leave, but luckily for him, the warning bell rang.
“Sorry, gotta go!” Gerard apologized before skipping, no really, skipping down the hall.
Frank shook his head and hurried to his class. And for the entire hour, he couldn’t think of anything but pale skin, dark eyes, and crimson hair.