"So, you're in all of my classes?" Frank questioned, almost frowning while saying so. I stared down to my schedule and to his, blushing. This had to be more than a coincidence.

"How the hell did that happen?" I sigh and pull at my hair. Frank grins slightly before patting me on the back. His beautiful eyes searched through me, inspected me. Perhaps he was trying to see through my soul, trying to figure out who I really was.

"So, Gerard, where are you from?"

"Around here," I answered honestly. "Belleville."

Frank nodded with a grin, and rubbed his hand through my hair, as if I was a kid.

I smirk. "What was that for?"

"I always wanted to do that for some reason," he laughed. "It was so tempting."

His hazel eyes narrowed in happiness, which caused me to smile like a complete idiot. As I came to realize it, Frank always made me smile. Whether I admitted it at times or not, he always did. It was almost as if he carried some sort of cheery atmosphere that lifted the weight off my tiresome shoulders. "So, how's stuff going?"

I raised a brow in confusion. I've only known Frank for about three days, and I was certain he was hiding something from me. That endless yet hesitant small talk, his courage to run his fingers through an intimidating person like me's hair, and the way he carried himself. He slouched at times when he had caught me glancing at his direction, and hid his back away from me while he thought I wasn't looking. I sigh and chuckle grimly.

"What are you hiding, Frank?"

"Hiding?" Now he was fucked. His crooked smile told me he was hiding something for sure. "Not hiding anything, Gerard."

"You are some bad liar, kid." I pulled out a lighter from my back pocket, and a cancer stick from my left hand pocket. Humans warn their students to never smoke, but for my kind it's a usual thing. When it comes to myself, I use it in moderation, just when my depression seems to spike pretty low.

"Gerard..." he choked on words. "D-don't do it."

I admired the fact that Frank cared, I really did. I only wish people would understand what I go through in my life. It's easier than it looks to start, and harder than it will ever look to stop.

"Frank, you can't stop me now. One cigarette less isn't gonna change my lifestyle."

"We're in school, Gerard."

"See if I care."

He bit his lip. "If you smoke that then I....I won't show you what I've been hiding."

Almost instantly, I place my cancer stick and lighter back within my pockets. Hesitantly, Frank hands me a small cardboard box, which I impolitely shred open. Inside revealed a small card and an Edward Scissorhands disc, neatly sitting on a bed of red silk.

"Aw fuck, I didn't get you anything."

"Consider it my gift to you," he says, right before the bell rings. Frank rushes to his locker, out of sight. I take this as a time to read his letter:

Dear Gerard,

Hope you like Belleville High, and I'll always be there if you need someone. Maybe we could hang out sometime because you're really cool and stuff. I'd love to learn more about you.

Your friend,
Frank

Perhaps we're more than friends... Aw fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

Notes

Title based on a Korn song c:

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