Bright Lights That Cast A Shadow

I awoke the next morning to a to warmth being pressed into my torso. I slowly opened my eyes. What I saw made my heart jump into my throat. Frank had turned over in the night, so now his head was buried in my chest and he was pressed against me. His hair fell into his face and his mouth was popped open into a tiny "O". He was even snoring quietly, which made me mentally freak out. I decided then that I would allow myself to like Frank. Of course I would never tell him that, and I wouldn't allow myself to act on my feelings, but I was tired of constantly trying to fight it. I didn't even know if he was straight or not though, and if I told him how I felt it might ruin our friendship. And after seeing how life would be with him gone, it was just something I wasn't willing to risk.
I felt Frank start to stir beside me and tore my eyes away from his beautiful face. Instead I decided to play it cool and stare at the ceiling like I hadn't been a creep and been staring at him while he slept. He mumbled something incoherent under his breath and snuggled up to me even more.
If it hadn't been so long since I last fed, my face would have been a cherry red by now. Suddenly he jerked away and looked at me with wide eyes and bright red cheeks.
"Oh, uh... sorry," He stammered looking extremely embarrassed. "I didn't mean to you know, uh cuddle up with you and I didn't mean for that to happen and-"
"Frank," I tried to hide my smile behind my amused tone. He stopped talking immediately and looked flustered. I tried not to giggle at how cute he was being right now. "Dude, it's fine. We're cool." He looked relieved.
We got up and headed towards the kitchen. Frank headed to my fridge and opened it. He started looking through it as I sat at the table watching him. "It's all expired," He informed me pulling out different foods and checking the labels.
"Yeah uh. I kinda blew off doing stuff after...uh you know..." He studied me for a second.
"Well shall we head to my place then?" He asked as he began throwing away the contents of my fridge away. I shrugged and started helping him. When we were done we pulled on our coats and walked out the door. I made sure to lock up before rejoining him in the hallway.
"So," He began as we walked out of the lobby and onto the busy sidewalk. "Why do you keep your fridge stocked anyway? I mean like can you still eat or what?" I fidgeted in my coat, already uncomfortable with the questions.
"Well I do it for appearances." He gave me an odd look so I explained further. "If I was to have like lets say unexpected company and they see that I have no food in the house what would they think? Also it makes me feel more human." He nodded, satisfied with my answer. Now it was my turn to ask a question.
"Why were you at my apartment so late last night?" I asked. It didn't occur to me until later, but it was an odd time for a heart to heart chat. "And how did you even get in? I clearly remember locking the door."
"Oh but you don't clearly remember giving me a copy of the key Gee baby," He teased. "And I didn't exactly mean to. I was out on a walk, thinking about you and I came by your building. I couldn't help myself." He admitted with a faint blush. "Sorry if I scared you."
"A little. I thought you were Lindsey," I told him as we reached his building. He pushed the door open and held it for me.
"So who is Lindsey?" We were waiting for the elevator instead of just using the stairs to get to the third floor. I shuffled a bit and looked around. He noticed my discomfort with the area we were in to be talking. "When we get there then." I nodded, relived for the moment.
The elevator dinged and we stepped on. Frank pressed the button with the three and we began to move upwards towards his apartment. In less than three minutes I found myself standing in his living room while he made himself food.
I was slightly nervous to talk to him. I mean he might think that he accepts me now, but what happens when he finds out more about me? What if he regrets his decision then? I'm not sure I could handle having Frank upset or away from me again.
Frank waltzed into the living room with a sandwich and threw himself down on the couch, patting the seat next to him.
"Sit," He commanded around bites of his sandwich, exposing the chewed up food. I made a face to show him that he was disgusting. He winked and stuck his tongue out. I sat stiffly on the couch, the nerves in my stomach growing. Frank seemed to realize that and he sat up, getting a serious look to his face.
"Gerard. I want you to know that I won't judge you or leave again because of anything you might say. I know you're a good guy, and nothing, even stupid stubborn you, will change my mind about that." I nodded and relaxed a tiny bit.
"So Lindsey..."
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I spent the next few hours with Frank explaining everything. I told him about when I was human, and what happened with James. I told him about Mikey helping me out. I told him about getting a job and an apartment.
He paid attention and for the most part didn't inturupt. The only time he did was when I was talking about Lindsey and when she had turned me.
"That stupid fucking bitch! And I fucking listened to her! And now she's trying to fucking...Erg!" I had childishly thought he was cute when he cussed.
He asked me lots of questions too. How did I go into the sun? What special abilities I had. I even told him about my eating patterns and when and who I fed off of when he asked.
"Wait so that night I got beat up were you...?" I looked down at my hands ashamed. "So how come you didn't feed off of me?" He asked. I looked up at him startled. That's not the normal response you get when you hear your best friend almost fed off of you.
"Cause it was you." I stated. "I just couldn't. And then I followed you to make sure you got home safe, but uh, you didn't exactly." He giggled. He actually fucking giggled. It made me even smile. "Are you positive your human?" I teased. He didn't act like it.

A sudden shock went through me, electrifying my veins and making me cry out in pain. I doubled over in agony.
"Gerard! Oh my god Gee! What's going on!?" Frank knelt down on the floor next to me and looked up at me in a panic. I groaned and clenched my teeth trying to force out a reply.
"I-I...Haven't fed...T-t-two weeks," I gasped out. I was planning on feeding the night that Lindsey showed up, after me and Frank got done with the movie. I had already been pushing my weekly feeding limit then, but then after Frank left I felt guilty to do it so I had't. Now I was paying for it. I needed blood. Everything living that wasn't fucking plants needed blood.
Frank nodded, and looked around in a panic before getting a determined look on his face.

Notes

okay so like this is a really sucky chapter. i know that. i'm sorry. i really don't have an excuse. i'll try to make a better chapter tomorrow.