Life is just a blur

FRANK'S POV

"Ray, do you believe me?" I ask him, interrupting him while he plays something that sounds like Good Riddance, but I'm not really paying attention.
"Still the we-were-invisible-I-swear thing?" he asks me after sighing and playing it again
I nod. Then I realize he isn't watching me, so I whisper a "Yes"
He looks me in the eyes. "You believe in supernatural?"
I nod.
"I waited a lot of time to come out..." he whispers
"YOU'RE GAY?" I whisper/scream "And I didn't notice?"
He looks at me, mouth open and furrowed eyebrows "What the fuck are you saying?" he laughs and then points at me "You are, though"
Wha-
How does he know?
"Dude" he boops my nose "Whenever you talk about Gerard your cheeks become the colour of his hair! How wouldn't I notice?"
I stuck my tounge out laughing to cover my embarrassment.
How could I not blush while talking about him? I feel like at home with him. And he's so beautiful.
Yes, beautiful. He has feminine features, but he has a voice so deep I could drown in it.
Wow, Frank, poetry really isn't your thing.
My own sarcasm remembers me about Ray's words. "Wait, so... What did you mean with 'come out'?" I ask
"Ah, I wish you forgot about it" he puts his guitar in its case and looks at his hands. "I, uh, I'm a werewolf"
"You're a werewolf?"
I realize now.
He doesn't go at school once every month for two days. Counting the days, I know that it's because of the full moon.
"Well, that makes sense" I say
He laughs. "By the way, I think you should talk with Gerard"

~Time lapse, the day after, 7,30 am~

GERARD'S POV

I'm ready. I'm sure I can do it.
I look at the moon above me and smile.
I start running, the wind pushing my black hair over my eyes.
I spread my arms and my wings and, when I'm at the end of the cliff, I jump.
My wings take me up for ten metres. Then, a sudden pain stops me.
My left wing starts losing the feathers, the right one aches, it's broken.
I'm going to die.
With this thought, I turn my body moving my arm, to see my stars and constellations.
I'm going to die and I'll never see them or my brother again.
My feathers, lighter that me, are flowing above me. White in the darkness.
I close my eyes when the stars start to fade in the moonlight.
The world starts spinning.
I think for the last time, and I think about him.
Sem.

"Gerard?" I see Sylwia in front of me
Where am I?
I look around and recognize the place as the way to the school.
"Hey Sylwia" I greet her "I'm sorry, flashback" I say, as if a flashback was a good reason to look like an idiot for 5 minutes.
"A flashback?" she asks me, making a confused face.
"Yeah." I nod "Oh, I've got a lot of things to tell you"
"Not now, Frank is looking for you"
"How do you k-" I'm interrupted by someone pulling at my wrist
Guess what? It's Frank.
"We need to talk" he says, his mouth twitching, lips redder than ever. They must be so smooth... Why am I thinking about his lips?
I nod once and look at his watch. "We've got time, we can talk now"
He's still holding my wrist, but he loosens the grip and grabs my hand instead, taking me behind a tree.
He lets go of my hand (I think I may have let out a sigh) and starts talking. "Ray told me he's a werewolf, yesterday. I dreamt of an angel yesterday night. I became invisible two days ago and, now that I think more about it, Ray said that Sylwia was 'like an angel' to him" he pauses and breathes "Have you got anything to say?"
I throw my head back, hitting the tree. Hard. "Ouch"
"So?"
"Frank, I'm a farshee." I stop, trying to find the words to say. Should I tell him I was an angel?
No, he didn't ask, so I'm not going to tell him.
"You're a...?" he asks me
"A farshee. You may know the female version, banshees"
"The Xman?"
"Um, I don't think so. Ghosts that announce death by crying."
He fixes his hair with his hand, smiling. His smile is so cute. "So farshees have got yellow eyes? I thought they were hazel..."
How does he know?
Oh no.
"Shit, I forgot my contacts!" I scream
"Contacts?" he asks "Oh, to cover... Yeah, right. Well, I don't think you should worry, you can just fix your hair"
He starts moving my hair, putting it over my eyes. He comes closer.
"Yes, it's better like this. But... I prefer to see your eyes, actually. They're even more beautiful" he whispers
We're so close that our noses touch.
"If we were eskimos we would consider this a kiss" he says in a low tone
"Thank God we're not" I answer, connecting my lips with his, in a soft kiss
He pushes me onto the tree, making me hit my head again. I whimper, and he makes a "uh" and puts his hand behind my head so I don't feel pain anymore.
I smile in our kiss, and he withdraws from me.
"Well, at least I'm not on fire" he says laughing
I scratch my nose. "What do you mean?"
"Uh, I had a strange dream about kissing an angel with long black hair, and then crying blood and feeling on fire" he snickers "Not a really good dream"
The bell rings. "We should go..." I say, not sure about my words
He shakes his head smiling. "Nah. There's Maths twice today!" he says, then whispers "And I missed you"
He's so beautiful, I could kiss him right now.
Well, I can and I will!
He's faster than me, though, and I feel his lips lingering on mine and his hand in my hair, playing with my long red locks.
"Why don't we go at your place?" he says over my lips, his own barely brushing against mine.
"Mh-mh" I 'say', then I kiss him, not actually able to speak when he's so near to me.
He laughs, starting to walk. "Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"
"A 'mh' is a 'no', a 'mmmh' is a 'maybe', a 'mh-mh' is a 'yes'"
He moves his hands in circles as if he's explaining something and says "Communication" in a sarcastic tone.
I suddenly think about something that makes me smile really wide.
If I knew Frank in my past life, he must be or have been an angel, right?
I can't understand whether a person is a supernatural creature or isn't one, so I didn't notice it at first because of this.
I can't wait to tell Barman and Sylwia. I'm so happy right now, with him beside me.
'I think I love him...' I hear Frank thinking. It couldn't be better. I feel drunk with happiness.
"My house is right there, we are alone" I say, and he starts wiggling his eyebrows, making me laugh again.
When I'm in front of the door, I find it open.
I go in, finding Barman sitting on a table reading a book, his wings spread.
He smiles seeing me, then frowns when Frank comes by my side.
He mutters something that sounds like a "not again", then he holds my arm and...

Frank is petrified.

Notes

WOHOO LONGER CHAPTER
Sorry if there are any mistakes, Milo couldn't help me (I still love you, you know)
GUYS I LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK I FEEL AWESOME
Also, I dyed my bang (my big bang) (no pun intended) (awkward) green. It's pretty cool.
BARMAN WHAT DID YOU DO ohgosh
Also, Gerard thinks Frank is an angel. You dumbass.
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Sara