A thousand promises that never
seemed to help me before,
A hundred less and I would stumble till
I found the back door,
With nothing left I'll probably sit around and ignore,
The apathy that always leads me,
-Marianas Trench {Decided To Break It - Fix Me}

I stumbled home from my most recent show. I wasn't piss drunk, but I was slightly tipsy. I always left the back door open for such occasions, and well, the one and only problem was the fact that I was kind of lost. Not to mention that it was cold in the fall in Jersey, and I didn't want to deal with this right now. I stumbled down a road that seemed slightly familiar, but I couldn't really tell. Guitar case in hand, I began to walk down that street, and hopefully some good will come out of it. I began to hum the Misfits to myself. In particular the song 'Dig Up Her Bones' and soon enough I found myself on the street I live on. I was proud, to say the least. I mean, I made it all the way from some bar, tipsy might I add, got lost, and then somehow found my home.
I stumbled into my house tired, and not giving a single fuck, whether or not I was going to destroy half the house or not. Frankly, I made it up the stairs and lived, magically, and changed from my leather jacket, Joy Division shirt, skinny jeans, and Converse into my pj's and crashed on my duvet, not even being able to get under it.
I woke up to a headache, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, and the sunlight burning my eyes out. I peeled myself off of my bed, and made my way to the kitchen, to make myself a nice hot coffee. I had to enjoy this last week of performing at bars and shit like that, because in a week it was going to be school, and that I couldn't live with.
My coffee was ready five minutes later, and I was about to sit down and enjoy it when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Bro, the bar last night was kick ass. Your performance was A grade, man." Bob's voice registered into my head only after that sentence.

"Dude, shut the fuck up. I'm a little hungover and it feels like you're yelling."

"Oh shit, sorry man. I didn't realise. But school in week eh?" He asked me.

"Yeah. Dude, it fucking sucks. I haven't met anyone who intrigues me. I mean Jamia kind of made girls suck for me." I sighed out.

"So what you're saying is you prefer guys?" I could practically hear Bob wriggle his eyebrows. I just rolled my eyes.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I don't think I want a girl doing what she did to me ever again, you know?" I asked him.

"True. I have to go, but I'll see you tonight?" I gave him a curt yes in reply and we hung up. It was time for me to shower and to get ready for tonight. I mean, I really should, it was two in the afternoon, and I had slept through most of my day. I had to practice songs for tonight, and I'm sure nobody would appreciate it if I came late, and not knowing what we were playing tonight in the sketchy ass parking lot. Yeah, we had weird venues, but hey, a shows as show, and it must go on. Truth be told, I sort of enjoyed playing shows in graffitied parking lots. It added a cool vibe to the energy around everyone.
Once I was ready I headed out, bringing my guitar case along with me, knowing that even though there were many more guitars to play once we got everything ready, I played best with my Gibson Les Paul, Pansy. I walked to the venue, and had to pass that road that seemed vaguely familiar. It was odd no doubt. However, one house caught my attention. It was a black, grey, and white, and looked somewhat old but in a modern way, if that makes sense. The curtains were blood red and from what I could see, whoever lived there must have a very good career, or maybe is an artist. I shook the thoughts out of my head and proceeded to the venue. Once I got there, we performed sound check and opened with our song 19, followed by PS Don't Write.
Our show finished at around 12 in the morning, and I couldn't wait to leave. I followed the same route home, but this time, there seemed to be a shift in atmosphere, and everything was eerie. The clouds covered the moon the way they do in horror movies. The full moon, silver, with grey clouds surrounding it, and partially covering it, but dispersing like smoke. Suddenly I heard a voice.

"Fuck, Mikey! Jesus! What the hell?! Fork in the toaster again?!" The voice was genuinely nice, but screaming out like that? I didn't think so. Suddenly, a body slammed into mine and sent me flying towards the ground, back first. "Awww shit." The same voice hissed. I looked at the mans face. He must have been in his twenties, his black hair was all over the place, and slightly greasy, and his complexion was as white as a bleached paper. Red and purple rimmed around his eyes, and he seemed to have had a lack of sleep. His eyes were sunken in and a small amount of blood was coming from his chapped lip. And his eyes, his eyes were an undeniable hazel, but the kind where they're either really green, or really yellow. I was mesmerised by his beauty, and had I known him longer, and maybe properly encountered him, maybe I would have take this opportunity to kiss him, due to our proximity. Slowly, he peeled his body off of mine, and I found it as if barely any weight had been lifted off of me. "Sorry, man. My brother Mikey nearly burned our house down." He sighed out as he combed his hand through his hair, then stuck it out for me to take. Gladly, I took it and stood up.

"Dude, it's all good as long as my guitar Pansy is okay." I explained.

"Like the flower or homosexual man?" The mystery man inquired. I let out a short laugh.

"Whichever. Just know that homophobia is gay." The man emit a chuckle as I said that, and damn it was beautiful. He had me hooked onto it no doubt, and if I could, I'd love to hear it more often.

"Nice, nice. I like you. You're cool and you're actually really pretty. Look, I have this assignment, and I need to paint something or someone really beautiful, if you say yes, it's a promise you have to keep, but I was wondering if I could use you as a subject?" He awkwardly asked, as he reached his right hand behind his neck, and began to rub it.

"Well, for one, I'm flattered, but yeah, I don't really see why not. You're pretty cool. I'm Frank by the way." I smiled and stuck out my hand.

"I'm Gerard." He shook my hand awkwardly, then pulled me in for a hug. Once he let me go he looked at me in the eyes and asked me a question that changed my life. "Would you like to come in after the smoke clears? It would be a pleasure, and besides, it's late." I nodded and accepted his invitation. I picked up Pansy, and when the smoke cleared, we walked into his home.

Notes

Ah. Chapter two! How do you guys like it? It'll get emotional from here, and kind of bloody ;)

xxxSoulless Vampirexxx