Be The Flame In The House Of Cards

Mitch and I kept walking, to the point that we left the lunchroom. He was brutally honest about himself, smiling once he explained the faults of the academy. "Frank, you're special."

I blushed a bit before he turned to me, his happy-go-lucky grin shining uncontrollably. Just now, I noticed the multiple tattoos marked across his neck, feeling my own poorly done scorpion. I raised a brow in surprise. "What makes you say so?"

The teen looked up slightly, as if there was a deep horizon ahead of him. The moment was extremely awkward. Him; looking for fate from afar, judging the walls with intensity. And I stood there to watch him contemplate with a focused gesture. He turned to me slightly.

"Honey, I've never seen Gerard like that," Mitch almost laughed while saying so. "Marvelous."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Gerard has never done that before, or I've never seen him do so."

I scratched my head quizzically. "He seemed perfectly normal to me."

"How did you do it?" he asked. "For years, I've seen him. He never did this."

"Mitchell, I don't understand."

"You don't get it, do you?"

I shook my head no.

"Gerard is mute," he whispered.

Notes

new chapter!! c: