Surrender the Night

From that offer of a single cigarette the boys stayed in that shed, chain smoking until the pack Gerard had in his pocket only had two more. They didn't talk, but the air wasn't awkward. It was blissful silence that Gerard and Frank felt comfortable in with each other. Both of them were thinking the similar thoughts of each other.

Gerard had noticed the strong features on this boy, and matched it to the boy in his dream. Same prominent jaw line, same inky wild black hair, same hands. But the thing that made Gerard sure this was the boy he had known in the dreams was the scorpion tattoo, as he had seen when Frank had passed him when he opened the door. But the difference was Gerard could see this boys face. He had a lip piercing, and wore a thin layer of eyeliner with red eye shadow highlighting the black. Gerard liked how this looked on Frank, but the thing that Gerard truly marveled over was Frank's eyes. The main color was a mixture of green yellow and gold. Circling the pupil was a brown color that reached into the sea of gold. On the outside was green, dark green. His eyes were a brilliant array of color, but they didn't seem like your usual hazel, there was something else, something Gerard felt like he was missing. And as Gerard stared into them he realized. Franks eyes reminded him of oceans. There was a depth of sadness, loss and bad memories. But along with the mixture was pieces, specks of something else, hope. And with this realization Gerard clung onto those pieces for dear life. This finding of hope in Franks eyes warmed Gerard in a weird way. What was his source of hope, Gerard asked himself repeatedly.

Gerard found himself unable to look away, he was drowning in Franks eyes. Frank hardly noticed because he was consumed in his own thoughts, staring at the broken wood planks to the side of Gerard, automatically taking the cigarette up to his mouth and breathing out the used smoke.

“Oh, uh, I think that’s the last bell.” Gerard said, snapping out of his trance with the long, faint ring of the bell.

“Oh, uh, yeah, okay.” Frank said awkwardly, getting up as Gerard was doing.

"Shit." Gerard said as they followed the sidewalk to the front of the school.

Frank looked at him quizzically, "what?" He asked.

"I forgot my backpack." Gerard said, anger hinting in his voice, although his heart was skipping.

"Uh, okay." Frank paused, realizing Gerard was nervous to go in there because of what had happened earlier. "I'll come with you." Frank decided.

"Okay." Gerard said, shrugging it off as they climbed the stairs to the door teenagers were coming out of.

As they decended down the hall to get to Gerards locker, Frank noticed he was looking around nervously. "Teenagers scare the living shit out of me." Gerard uttered, looking behind them. Frank couldn't help but laugh at this.

Notes

Um, heres another update. School starts in 2 days so, I might not be posting another chapter for a bit. Not to long though.

Hope you Killjoys are amazing as always.

xoxo Death Obsessed