Gerard's P.O.V

Usually I can't stand younger freshman, I mean. All the ones I encountered were annoying posers who tried way to hard to get laid.. Frank was different. I mean, he wasn't out of the blue crazy hyper. He seemed more calm, and he didn't brag about doing hooka before.

Usually when one of Mikey's friends come over to my van and see me smoking out of my pen they brag about stealing one of their parents ciggies or something dumb and pathetic, but Frank wasn't like that.

And he was cute, I mean his little black fringe, sun kissed skin. His rusty yellow eyes, he reminded me of a black cat. He was sorta mysterious too, I mean. His personality didn't pop out. You had to kinda dig it out, and that's what I tried to do while we waited for Mikey, but I didn't get very far.

But at least I got to know he has good music tastes. Even if he didn't listen to metal.. His other interests were pretty good.

It was a short ride home, and none of us really talked. When we actually got home, Frank ran upstairs to Mikey's room and I highly doubt they'll let me in there, so I guess I'll have to entertain myself with food and horror movies.

Yeah, that's what I love. Metal and horror, and anything psychedelic. Call my crazy, but that's how I roll.

I even fuck with people and say my hair's white cause of a Ouija board accident. Oh, Ouija. Mikey likes doing that, so maybe Frank will too.

I'm quick to hop off the couch and head back upstairs by the two. Finding them on Mikey's floor looking through comics.

"Mikey, wanna show Frank our Ouija board?" I grin at him, Frank grins to.

"You have a Ouija board?" His voice is excited, damn good one Gerard.

I nod.

"Omigod, then let's go!" Frank's quick to get back up but Mikey stays on his floor.

"Mikey, you scared?" I smirk at him, he just looks down at his phone.

"No, Alicia wants to Skype. It's fine you two go ahead. I'll meet up with you two later."

Before I can even nod to Mikey, Frank's already pulling on my arm. Well someone's excited.. Both of us. Now I get some time with Frank.

"Dude, did anyone die here?" Frank turns back to me, a chelsea grin tearing up his face.

"Yeah, just a guy named Wayne. He shot himself in the basement." And I live in the basement. Spooky, right?

"Dude, no fucking way? That's awesome!" The kid almost pisses himself as I lead him down the steps to my room. Wayne didn't die in my room, the room next to it.

"Yeah, we can do it in my room or the other room." I continue walking to my closet until I mentally kick myself for wording that the worst way possible.

"Here's fine. But you didn't mean the sexual way right?" He smirks at me.

"Pfftt, no." I stick my tongue out before I reach up to my top shelf, pulling the old worn out board out before grabbing a glass cup from my dresser.

I turn around and already find Frank sitting cross legged on my floor, "Have you ever played?"

"Nope, but I always wanted to." He grins as I sit across from him.

"Alright, so you put your hands on the cup and wait. Hold on."



Frank's P.O.V

I watch Gerard as he stands back up, walking over to his dresser. Pulling out the first drawer, pulling out a handful of little white candles. Flicking the light off as he comes back towards me.

He resits himself down across from me. Setting the white candles around our legs. Lighting them with a match. Blowing it out once the sixth candle is lit.

His eyes look up at me, his whole face is dark except the circles of light from the candles dotting his face. I catch up with his eyes, they gaze at me before his fingers snake around my hands. Placing them on top of the glass cup.

"Ready?" He smirks in a low seductive tone..

I just nod before he runs he cup around the board in eight tiny circles in the middle. Squeezing my hands one last time.

"Is anyone there?" Both of our eyes are glued to the board, it's still for a while until I feel the cup move. Sliding around to YES.

My eyes spring back up to Gerard's. He stares into my eyes as they widen. This just happened.
"Is this Wayne?" Gerard adds, this time I'm the one who squeezes his hand.

The cup circles around YES again. Gerard smirks again.

"Wayne, how did you die again?" This time, the cup slides towards the middle of the board. Hovering over letters.

S-U-I-C-I-D-E

Did I really just see that?

"Are you ready to have fun with me and Frankie?' There's his seductive tone again.. this time he adds a wink..

Now I'm really uneasy just, just cause maybe I'm talking to a fucking ghost, Gerard's hands are right on top of mine. And he just called me Frankie..

The cup goes back up and circles around YES.

"Do you want to talk to Frank?" I catch his eyes look up at me, I kinda just glare at him.

This time the cup slides over to NO.

"Oh, why not?" Gerard asks as if he's offended.

The cup just surfs back and forth on the board.

S-C-A-R-E-D

"Oh, why are you scared?" Now I'm getting really nervous. A fucking ghost is scared to talk to me..

The board takes it's time to spell everything out, but eventually it gets there.

C-A-U-S-E-M-A-M-A.

I look at the board with confusion till Gerard gives me a hint, but his voice is scared and uneasy.

"Cause mama." his eyes lose their excitement. "Wayne, we have to go now." Gerard's quick to place the cup over GOODBYE.

I watch him blow the candles out, jumping back up to turn the light off. Throwing the board back in the closet, setting the cup on his dresser.

"Um.. is everything okay?" my eyes try to follow him around the room as he paces his floors.

"Dude, no. Once mama comes on the board we're fucked."

Notes

Some spooks for you, haha and yeah Mama isn't a good sign on a Ouija board D:

Ouija board they used:
http://franks-nipples.tumblr.com/post/72532143870

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-Caitlynn