Bright Lights That Cast A Shadow

The piercing sound of my alarm clock jolted me from my sleep the next morning. I groaned and slammed my fist down on it. After several attempts and probably some minor damage to the clock, I finally managed to hit the snooze button and shut it up. I stayed on couch for a couple of minutes, just staring at the ceiling and being lazy. It wasn't until my eyes started closing again that I forced myself to get up.
I stood up and stretched, taking my time to get loose before getting changed. After throwing on some clothes that were slightly clean and didn't smell too bad, I exited the bedroom and headed down the hallway to the bathroom.
It was already occupied to my surprise. It took me a minute to remember that I had let Frank spend the night in my apartment. I reached the conclusion that it must be him in my bathroom. I was congratulating myself on coming to that conclusion so quickly in the morning when the bathroom door opened.
"Oh shit man. You don't look so good," Frank had bags under his eyes and was almost as pale as me. His hair was a mess and his clothes were wrinkled and I could smell the faint scent of vomit. I cringed and crinkled my nose. As sick as he was though he still gave me the biggest grin he could muster, which looked like more of a grimace, but a grin none the less.
"Yeah," He winced and grabbed his head. "Getting shit faced drunk does not make for an enjoyable next morning."
"Really." I let my voice drip with sarcasm. "I never knew." He gave me a sheepish look before clutching his head again.
"Man, can I get some Tylenol here?" He practically begged.
"Yeah lemme just..." I slipped past him into the bathroom where the medicine cabinet was. I opened it up and hunted around for the right bottle. Picking it up I read the label. It was still in date, which was good. Of course since I was dead I didn't really need the meds. I just kept them around for basic appearances. Same with food. If someone ever came to my house and didn't find any food or meds they probably would be suspicious. So I took some money out of every check and went shopping. Not a lot, but just to look normal.
"Says here to take one to two, but you could probably get away with more," I told him coming out of the bathroom and offering him the bottle. He nodded and unscrewed the cap, before proceeding to down at least five of the tiny capsules dry.
"Ugh," He complained when he was done, "Hangovers suck monkey dick," I couldn't help but laugh at him. He shot me a glare, but it eventually turned into a laugh too.
"Oh shit!" I cried out in alarm suddenly. "I'm gonna be late for work!" I made a mad dash for the bathroom before he could even respond. I brushed through my hair quickly. It was getting rather long, and I made the decision to cut it after work.
After quickly brushing my teeth I raced out the door and grabbed my keys and ran for the front door.
"Hey Gerard?" Frank called out slightly hesitant. I turned back around to look at him. "I still feel like shit. Can I maybe just crash on your couch for a few more hours?" I debated for a minute. There was nothing in the house that showed I was a vampire. I made sure of it.
"Sure," I agreed, maybe too quickly for having just met him recently, but hey, I liked the guy. "There's food in the kitchen if you want it," I started out the door. "But just please don't snoop," I added as an after thought. He grinned and crossed his heart.
"I promise. Thanks Gee." With that I shut the door and proceeded to sprint for my car.
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--THREE WEEKS LATER--
"God the actors in that movie sucked!" Frank complained hoisting himself off of my couch and taking the DVD out of the player and putting it back into its case.
"Well you were the one who wanted to watch Spy Kids," I pointed out to him. "The actors on those movies always suck."
"But I loved these movies as a kid. Damn I was a stupid kid," He walked over to my movie collection and scanned it for a couple of minutes. "Nightmare on Elm Street?" He asked pulling it down from the shelf it sat on.
"Sure," I said with a shrug. He popped the movie into the player and rejoined me on the couch, curling up in the blanket that was draped across the back.
Me and Frank's relationship had grown over the past couple of weeks. Since he spent the night at my house we had talked more often. This had led to hanging out more and pretty soon the start of a stable friendship. He would stop by the shop sometimes during my shift and talk to me, or we would go see concerts, or movie nights like tonight. We had talked about everything. I knew about his family. How his dad had left when he was seven leaving his mom to raise him by herself. I knew about his passion for music and his love for his guitar Pansy. I knew about his love for horror movies, and the fact that we had the same music taste. In turn he knew everything about me too. Everything except me being a vampire.
I knew I would have to tell him eventually, but I was worried. We had created a strong friendship between the two of us, stronger than the one I had with Ray and Bob. I would also be lying if I said I didn't like him a tiny bit. I was afraid that if I told him it would ruin everything that we had created between us. If I confessed to being a monster would he stay? Or would he run away and leave me with a hole in my non beating heart?
I wasn't sure. And I couldn't be sure until I told him. But the idea itself appalled me. Still I knew that I couldn't wait forever. He would begin to notice. Not once had he seen me eat. And one time when we were shopping he threw a silver watch at me so that I could look at it. I had hissed and recoiled away from it, trying to keep from getting burned.
I knew deep in my gut that it was only a matter of time before he knew. And what had me even more worried was the fact that I sensed that that time was coming soon.

Notes

I promise I'm getting to a more interesting part soon. Cross my Gerard and hope to Frank. Also btw I have a one shot and a killjoy fanfiction (work in progress) that I have posted on my wattpad. Would anyone be interested in seeing them on here?