Angel In Punk Rags

In his sixteen years of living on Earth, Frank had figured out quite a bit. Like the government is corrupt, society is only out to destroy you, and that if a teenager wearing black-on-black walks up to your door, Do Not let him in. Of course, that last one wasn't discovered till much later.

It was a crisp, November night. The leaves stained red and yellow and orange, falling all around the sidewalks and lawns. Frank was alone for the evening, his parents out with some old friends from high school. He was sitting on his bed staring at the ceiling when a sharp rasp echoed though the large house. Someone was knocking on the door? How peculiar, it was a late hour and everyone in the small town was asleep or not home.

Frank stood up and walked through the giant house to the front door. He unlocked the giant wooden door.and opened it wide to reveal a teenager, about his age, with white hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. he smiled at Frank, who just stared back in awe.

"My names Gerard." He said extending his hand. "My car broke down at the city lines and need a place to crash for the night." Frank grabbed his hand and shook it.

"I'm Frank. Come in. I think I have extra space in my room." 'Why did I say that' Frank thought to himself as he led the mysterious man up the stairs to his bedroom.

Notes

Once upon a time, I decided I needed to write this. Hi! So this is my first book on this website, I have a Wattpad as well, @ADeathRainbow, if you want to read anything else of mine. Okay so hope you enjoy this. Stay P.L.U.R.