Gerard’s pov.

My first day of school was... okay i guess. I woke up late, of course. So I had to get ready in five if i wanted any breakfast. I didn’t have time to call Mikey, even though we talked for almost an hour yesterday. He probably didn’t get much sleep because of my 4 am call. I missed him.
I ate with the other guys, they insisted on it. They seemed surprised that Frank where there, and told me that he usually slept too long to get any food in the morning. Both Marceline and Frank wore t-shirts this time. They hadn’t yesterday, so I hadn’t seen their tattoos. Marceline, with her side cut, the cut dyed blonde and her black hair almost reaching her butt, looked fucking cool with her tattoo sleeves. Frank, I had to admit, looked really hot. He wore a fucking Black Flag shirt, with a dark red flannel and ripped jeans, and his left arm was fully covered in tattoos, as far as I could see. There was this woman on the underside of his arm, with her eyes bleeding and knives stuck in her. Awesome. And he had a heart impaled with a knife on the inside of his forearm. And lots of stars and bats and just holy shit. I wished I could get some, but no way I was gonna let someone stick needles into my skin for hours.

I had most of my classes with Marceline, which was good, because I had totally forgotten where they were and would have gotten completely lost without her. Plus, I had someone to talk to.
I did learn quite a bit I didn’t know about vampires today though. And also other creatures. Apparently, fairies existed. The lived in Africa and Australia mostly, and they were really mean. Elves too, tall nasty guys, which was spread around in Europe.

My eyes hadn’t turned back to their original color yet, which annoyed me. I did drink a portion of blood, but only because Marceline nearly forced me into it. Though she said I looked more alive (haha) which was good. At lunch Kenzie had come to check on me and see if I was okay. Instead of ranting about all my issues, I said that yes, I was fine. Better than yesterday at least.
I found out, my four (and only) friends played in a band together. Currently, their name was Better than Blood, but they didn’t actually wanna tell me ‘cuz it was so cheesy. After classes, they dragged me with them to their band practice. Marceline played bass, Bob played drums, Ray and Frank on guitar. Frank did lead vocals, with Marceline as background. They constantly complained that none of them could sing, and that they needed an actual vocalist, but I liked their voices together. Marceline’s was really cute and soft and clear, while Frank’s voice was really raw and rough. I really really loved it, and I told them, but they just waved it away, though I could see Frank trying to hide his smile. Then, of course, they asked if I played anything. I told them that no, I didn’t, just a little guitar.
-Can you sing, then? Because if you can then that would have been great. Ray asked me.
-Uh, no, I can’t, I mumbled. My grandmother once told me I had a beautiful voice, but I had never really believed her. Plus, she was my grandmother. When I saw the look on their faces, I added: - And no, I am not going to sing for you.
-Pleeeeeeease. Marceline whined.
-No.
-Pleeeeeeease.
-No.
-Pleeeeeeease, they all sang in unison.
-For fuck sake, no, I am not going to sing. They all stopped, sending me fake pouting faces. Oh well...
-Maybe tomorrow... I said, mostly to myself. All four of them rejoiced, and I could sense that it wasn’t all sarcasm. I shook my head. – You guys are so childish.
-Damn right we are, Frank laughed. Fuck. Why did I have to say that? They would never let me go now. And why did Frank have to be so cute when he smiled?

Notes

Sorry if this is short but I have lots of other stuff to do today and I wanted to update so...
And its not that easy to write when your cat is trying to kill you with nuzzles.