I've Heard You've Been Bleeding

I was nervous as hell when I came into the house. I had never done anything like this. Even in my past life, I was never invited to parties or anything. I was a loner, just like I am now. It's that I didn't like socializing, I just didn't know how.

Back when I was full human, I lived with just my mother. I was originally born October 31, 1945. My father was a drunk and left me and my mom when I was young. I was the only child the two "love birds" had. I liked it somewhat, but I always had wished my mother could have found a nice man that would have taken good care of her and had more children. That way, even if my turning still happened, she would have more children to be proud of, instead of mourning over her only son. I turned over three days after my seventeenth birthday. I had to fake my death, but that's a different story. I thought of her often. I missed her a lot.

I shook my head as I thought of her beautiful face, trying to be happy and enjoy my surroundings. Bob was rough housing just as I thought he would be. Everyone laughed as he ran out of the hallway and tripped on the rug. His face hit the ground. He blushed and laughed it off.

"Who's hungry?" Mikey shouted within the yelling and crying of Bob and Ray wrestling. Mikey's eyes met mine and he cocked an eye brow. I shook my head quickly. And just like his brother, he smirked and nodded. "You're eating."
I sighed. There was no point in arguing because I knew I was just going to end up eating their food anyway. "Mikey, leave him be." Gerard said, smiling and slightly tightening his grip on my wrist.
I coughed, feeling awkward and not knowing how I felt about it. Temptation crawled inside as I felt my snack, slowly drift and my stomach begin to quietly growl. I started to become nervous. I could easily just...
"Frank, let me show you around." Gerard said, his warm hand still at my wrist. He dragged me around the house and then led me into, what I assumed was his bedroom. I was right.
"Wow Gerard, your paintings are just..." I trailed off in amazement as I circled his room, staring at every painting.
I looked over, smiling, and saw his cheeks flush. "You like them?"
Yeah.. They're amazing. What's that one?" I pointed to a painting of a lady. She looked like Gerard, in almost everyway. She had the raven hair, the hazel eyes, the tiny lips...
"That's my grandmother. She passed a few months ago and she was very important to me. She was my inspiration for a lot the things I've done. I would always get her approval first before even asking Mikey...." He trailed, looking at the ground and pushing his silky locks back. I started to stare again at his face. The bruises and cuts and such.
"Gerard, I'm sor-"
"It's fine, really. I'm okay now." He sighed as he brought his head back up, looking into my eyes and forcing a smile. "I just miss her." His voice began to crack and his eye began to water. I walked over to him. He was standing against the door with his arms crossed against his chest. He let his hair hang over his eyes, not daring to let me see the tears that fell from his beaten cheeks.

I was confused on how to handle it so I just took his hand. I felt my stomach growl within. I tried to push it aside but my temptation grew more and I couldn't fight it anymore. No. This wasn't going to happen, not like this. I fought it off and finally calmed myself. I sighed and rubbed his hand as his arm snaked around mine. Considering the height difference, Gerard managed to snuggle his head in the crook of my neck, exposing his, sweet skin. I calmed myself again and felt his breath on my neck. His breathing was heavier than before.
"Gerard." I said softly, trying not to make him mad. His head slowly looked up at me, tears rolling down his face. "We should probab-"
He cut me off by quickly moving his lips to mine. He cupped one of my cheeks as his lips stayed pressed against mine. He pulled away and blushed intensely when he saw my surprised face. "I-I'm sorry.. W-we should probably go, yeah.." He quickly opened the door and ran out of the room, cursing under his breath and leaving me frozen in my place. Gerard had kissed me, and I think I liked it.

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