Pills don't help but it sure is funny

a few hours later


Yes, this was the city sky, the warm scent of vanilla almost choking my lungs.
A soft breeze reminding me that the worst part of the day was yet to come.
And I was on a date with a psycopath.

"So tell me about yourself" the Kit guy asked me, putting his fist on his cheek.
Leaning against it, "not much to tell, I just saw you and thought you were cute"
I lied. Well of course it was a lie, nah I'm here because I'm seeing if youre a
psycopath that beats and poisons his boyfriend which I'm in love with.

Kit smirked a little, he looks like a typical junkie. I was charmed by his well kept
looks though. But in a few years he'd probably look like a coked up Steve Buscemi.
His studdle was well kept, wearing a striped salmon coloured cardigan with a
white v-neck under.

"Haha, I meant your interests" he explained and bit his lip. I felt bad
for finding him attractive. "I like drawing, painting, singing and guitar, the
basics of a high school drop out basically" I explained.

"Gerard is such a rare name" I nod and look at him, I could see
why Frank kept being with him. He seem caring,
probably amazing in bed.

What,
I almost wanted to hit myself, this was Frank's boyfriend,
which might have poisoned. "I guess my parents were hippies"
It made Kit chuckle, "Kit, it's pretty simple I guess, my given name is
Christopher. Christopher Warner, but it's so boring, Kit is something you remember"

Well he had a point. Christopher Warner doesn't seem too interesting,
I was a bit suprised by the fact that he hadn't noticed who I was, well I were
wearing sunglasses and half of my hair were in a beanie. I'm pretty sure I was
even wearing the same jacket as I was wearing when we talk.

"Your hair interests me" he suddenly said, I nod and giggle.
"Yours aren't too bad either, ever thought of going red?" Kit laughed
like I just had told him a bad joke. "Anything you would like to order on
the resturant?" Kit asked. "Chicken and chips," I said not really being
that hungry after all.

"I'll get us a bit of vodka, it's all on me" Kit smirked, a little bit of vodka can't hurt
anyone. "Yummy" I said and waved to get a waiter to us.

Frank P.O.V*

I stand up and look out of the window sighing, suddenly Gerard
left, right after he asked me about Kit. Atleast he knew nothing,
but it worries me. The weather was clearing up a bit, so was my
mood, my lungs only hurt a bit and my stomach pains were
numb from all the painkillers.

I'm pretty sure one nurse tried to get anti depressant in me,
the only thing I have to be depressed about is my boyfriend and my piercing.
I probably had to buy a new one, another reason I don't really wanna go to
hospitals.

My hospital gown went almost to below my knees, I guess they were built
for taller people. The doors out have been locked this week. Probably because
of the bad weather, but today they weren't. I open the door
and look down on the people. They looked pretty weird at me,
I probably looked like a punk 15 year old with tattoos.
There was a little bit of yelling from some buildings,

I felt the rain drip on my nose and I went inside to sleep a little.

Notes

SO A FRIEND SAID THEY WERE #TEAMKIT AND I WAS LIKE WAT, SO I'M GONNA MAKE
HIM EVEN MORE HORRIBLE NOW HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

-Comments make me make another chapter tonight oooOO-