Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

There was paper everywhere! All over my desk, some on the floor, the chair I was sitting on and if I tried opening one of the drawers I don't think anyone would get out of here alive. How was anyone supposed to work in these conditions? I was looking for a damn form for something when I picked up something unexpected.

I was a picture, one I had drawn myself, though I didn't know if it was old or new. It was him, I always drew him, he was the only thing I saw, ever since they took him and especially now that I found him again. My hand could never do him any justice, I knew that. I had missed him, I missed him now; what I missed most were the memories they had taken from him, they erased me and everything we had.

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I got out of my car, shutting the door, and stared ahead of me at the metal gates. First day of a new school. Well, technically it was old, I used to come here when I was a child, before I moved away; it was one of those large schools that include everything from elementary to high school. Luckily I wasn't alone though, my brother Mikey was with me.

Unluckily he was a few years younger than me, so we wouldn't be having any of the same classes together, we wouldn't even be in the same building. We shared one last look then made our way inside earning a few stares from various people around us. We separated in front of the main doors exchanging 'good luck's'.

Once inside I walked to the main office to collect my schedule and all that stuff and I started looking for my first class. It took me a while but I finally found my history class. I walked in and once again all eyes were on me. I told the teacher who I was and that I was new, she handed me a textbook and told me to sit at the only empty seat which was at the back next to another kid who was wearing all black.

I will spare you all the details of that long, boring, endless hour; the only thing I noticed was that the boy next to me wasn't exactly listening to the lesson, he was actually listening to music. Once that hour finally finished I had three more classes - English, maths and science - after that I had a lunch break. I briefly met Mikey on the way there, apparently we shared the same cafeteria, and being the social butterfly he was he already found a group of people to sit with.

I on the other hand hadn't spoken to anyone, so I felt a little lost as I walked into the cafeteria. I quickly got my food and scanned the area looking for an empty table and that's when I saw him, the boy from my history class, sitting alone on a table in the corner. I walked up to him.
"Can I sit here?" I asked startling him.

He looked up at me confused and surprised that I had spoken to him; he opened his mouth to answer but he took too long so I just sat.
"Thanks." I said surprising him once again. We sat in silence, I took that time to properly look at him.

He had dark brown hair, almost black, that reached just below his ears; milky sun-kissed skin and golden-hazel eyes which would sometimes flash towards me, probably wondering why I was sitting with him, staring. He didn't look like he had many friends. To finish he had a nose and lip ring. All in all he wasn't bad to look at.

"Hey, you're in my history class right?" I asked since he made no move to start a conversation.
"Right." He whispered, nodding. His voice caught my attention; he sounded timid, but I could tell that underneath that shyness he was just bursting with some other emotion.

Once again silence followed, he seemed distracted by something for a few seconds, then cleared his throat and said:
"Are-um-are you new?" He asked, still shy. I was just happy he had spoken on his own.
"Yeah, me and my brother-" I pointed in Mikey's general direction "-had to transfer from our old school."

"How come?" He asked.
"Bully problem, apparently I '[i]started[/i]' a lot of fights." I said, using air quotes. His lips twitched.
"Yeah, I get that here too."
"How old are you?" I asked him.
"Sixteen, you?"
"Seventeen. You like the Misfits?" I asked, noticing his shirt for the first time.

He looked down quickly, noticing what I meant and answered.
"Yeah, they're one of my favourites."
"Cool, mine too." I responded to which he smiled making his face much more beautiful.
"Freak." Someone coughed out as they walked by.

His smile dropped and he looked down at the table.
"You shouldn't be sitting next to me." He mumbled.
"Why not?" He dragged his hands through his hair in nervousness or embarrassment.
"You may have noticed I'm not exactly popular, or even liked. I don't want the new guy to be picked on by association just because he sat next to the loner freak out of pity." He said.

"Is that why you think I'm here?" I asked him.
"Well, you obviously don't know about the social statuses of this school-"
"I don't care about that." I cut him off. "I've been labelled as the loser at my old school, so if nothing changes here it would be rather comforting, I think. No high standards to reach. And as for sitting next to you...I'd rather spend my time talking about the Misfits with you, than talk about...sports and girls with anyone else."

And It was the truth. He looked at me then, really looked at me, with curiosity then confusion, then he just smiled again. We spent the rest of the lunch hour talking, first about the Misfits, then anything that would cross our minds.

After the bell rang and just before he left I stopped him and said:
"Hey, I never caught your name."
"Oh, it's Frank."
"Cool, I'm Gerard." He smiled at me then and said:
"That's a peculiar name." And left.

And that's how it all started. We became friends and not long after that, more.

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"Way, you're being relocated." My boss's voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"What? A new case? But I'm working on the Hangman." That's what we called him, for the way he would string up his victims who failed his sick little game.
"Same case, new murder, down in West Virginia. You and Sanders need to get there as soon as possible." He said and walked off.

West Virginia...where have I heard that before? I stood up and grabbed my things - what I could see of them - including his picture, and shoved my coat on.
"Hey, Way." Sanders came up to me. "looks like we're moving again huh?" He joked. We made our way to the front office where we were given the details and address of the murder; soon after that we walked over to the elevator and waited for it to arrive.

"How's it going with...you know?" Sanders asked. He knew everything, he had become my best friend at the end of high school, after everything that happened.
"It's ...going ok, I guess. Haven't seen him since yesterday. don't know when I'm going to see him again." I said.

"I wouldn't worry too much; he's fine, he's safe, that's what's important right?" He said putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Right..." I mumbled. There was a ding and the elevator doors opened, we walked through and I pressed the button for the bottom floor.

One thing was going through my mind as we descended: I wanted him to be fine and safe with me.

Notes

I hope you're happy; I am I've been looking forward to this all week :) anyway I k ow Mikey probably wasn't a social butterfly when he was that age but I just needed an excuse to get rid of him.
Anyway you know the drill by now so please comment and tell me what you think.