Endless Night Time Sky

Frank’s pov

Why couldn’t Bob just wake me up a little earlier, instead of the moment he was heading out for breakfast? He used about two hours getting ready anyways. Why did it have to be fucking hard to shake me or scream in my ear or push me or something at eight in the evening when he did it anytime else? He knew I hated running late.

So no food for Frankie. Not that I minded, but it meant I couldn’t see the other guys (apart from Ray, whom I had almost every class with) before lunch. While I ran for WW&V, I remembered that I had art today. The thought lightened up my mood a lot. The whole class before lunch was with Gerard. None of my other friends took art, they though it was lame. I weren’t that good at it, not at all, but I just liked to have the chance to express myself. When I came to think about it, I was fine with my friends not liking art, because it would mean a whole class where I could pretty much be by myself.

I got through Warlocks, Werewolves and Vampires and Supernatural History, and was heading for Art (finally), when Marceline bumped into me in the hallway.
“Where you heading?” she questioned.
I looked annoyed at her. She should have known, I have had the same schedule for more than a year because of my bad grades. “Art class” I said, raising my shoulders.
“Loser”, she smiled, her fangs showing. She though for a second. “With Gerard?” I nodded. She grinned knowingly, lifting her eyebrows, as if she knew something I didn’t.
“What?” I demanded.
“Oh”, she puffed, “Nothing... Just make sure to compliment his pretty eyes”, she laughed, punching me friendly in the arm. She began walking down the hallway, that tease, leaving me confused.
“Mar, what?” I shouted after her. She tuned around, a playful glint in her eyes.
“Oh, don’t you act like you haven’t been staring”, she shouted, shaking her index finger at me. “You’re gonna like it!” With that, she turned away, her long hair whipping after her.
What was she talking about, I though, running for art. I was late now. Thanks Mar. I hadn’t been staring. Not actual staring. Or had I. No, I hadn't. I was pretty sure I hadn't. And what was this eye thing she was all on about?

I walked in, two minutes late. Thank fuck, the teacher wasn't here yet. My eyes roamed the classroom, looking for my new friend. I spotted him in the back; he sat with a sketchbook balanced in his lap, drawing on something. I walked over and sat down beside him, though he didn’t notice me. He seemed pretty concentrated. Oh, well.
“Hey” I said, making my existence clear. He started, obviously not expecting me, and looked up on me.
“Oh, hey” he said, a smile spreading on his face. He wiped his black (and still a bit greasy) hair out of face. That’s when I saw.
“Oh.” That’s all I said, I probably sounded like an idiot. “Your... Your – Your eyes” I stuttered, staring. They were totally different. “So that’s what Marceline was talking about...” I mumbled, my tongue stumbling over the words. The boy blushed.
“Yeah, they um, they changed back.”
“Back?” I asked, now aware that I was staring, though I didn’t care. They were so different. So fucking different. So many colors instead of the empty black I had gotten used to in the two short days I had known him. That black had never totally right on him.
I finally realized I must have looked like a complete moron, so I fixed my eyes our desk. I’m sure I had just been really weird, staring at him like that.
I had to say something. I should say something. Something that would sound friendly but not weird. My brain came up with “It looks nice.” Well done me.
He laughed lightly. “I’m okay with you staring, you know, your little clique drowned me with questions his morning.”
I shook my head and chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds like them...”
Before I got the chance to make things awkward, our art teacher finally came rushing in. Thank you so much. She was all “Sorry for being late had a lot to do let’s just have an easy lesson”, and our task for today was portrait drawings of our current partner. I was actually fine with that, portrait drawing wasn’t that hard. Though my drawing probably weren’t gonna turn out that good.
Paper was handed out to us, together with pencils. I grabbed mine, but instead of using the paper the teacher gave him, Gerard found a blank page in his own sketchbook.
“Not good enough paper?” I grinned. Was he like an art snob? (Kinda cute.)
“Oh, um, no no, I just, ehm, want to keep this.” he muttered. “I um, I like portrait drawings” he said, blushing a little.
I just tilted my head and raised my shoulders in a yeah-that’s-fine-we-all-have-weird-obsessions kinda way. He smiled and turned his attention to my face, sketching up lines. I too, got to work. It was nice, sitting above each other, throwing glances at each other’s faces. Occasionally our eyes met. I tried to concentrate, though I found it hard. He was hard to draw, and after a while, I gave up. Gerard looked up at the sound of my pencil being put on the desk.
“Can I see?” he asked me.
“Oh um,” I mumbled. The chances of him being better than me were like 11/10. “It’s kinda crappy. I’m not that good at art.”
“Oh, c’mon.” he laughed softly, reaching out his arm to snatch the drawing from my grip. The movement surprised me, and he got the damned drawing. He studied it and smiled at me.
“It’s good” he insisted.
I raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “Sure.”
“No, I mean it, it’s good. I like it.” He sounded honest, at least.
I grinned. “So let me see yours, then.”
“No, I- ” he began, but I had already seized his sketchbook. Victory.
I gaped, my eyes wide with awe. “Dude. Are you serious?”
“It’s nothing,” he said under his breath.
“Seven hells, you actually drew this?” I must really suck at drawing.
“I said: it’s nothing. I’m not done. There’s no shadowing yet” He made a try for the sketchbook. I tried to hold it away from him, but he was faster than me.
Laughing and shaking my head, I said “Well, at least you chose the right topic. I can’t imagine you on the lacrosse team or something now that I have seen your drawing skills.”
There was a pause. Then he opened his mouth to ask me, his eyes playful, but I saw where he was heading and quickly said “No, I have never imagined you on the lacrosse team.” Then we began laughing, because now, both of us were.

Walking to lunch, I realized that he was a good deal taller than me. I had never actually been walking beside him before because most of the times we had met, we had been sitting. So I hadn’t thought of his height. Not that he was super tall, just taller than me, though that wasn’t so hard. I wasn’t surprised or anything, cuz most guys won over me by several inches. Many girls too, which annoyed me. Actually, this whole school was filled with tall people. It was like a supernatural thing. Most vampires and werewolves were taller than average, though thankfully warlocks were more normal. I had actually been a whole inch taller than Maya. Not that that mattered now, I just liked the thought of being taller than the girls I dated. I had no idea when it came to guys. I had never dated a guy, though I had had a crush on a dude called Matthew back in 7th grade. He had had a cute nose and blonde curls. Maya had black curls.

Talk about the devil. Or actually the devil’s devils. But it sounded better saying talk about the devil, so let’s say that instead. Talk about the devil. We had just rounded a corner and walked straight into Emily, Charles, and Bert. Maya’s besties. Why them. There were so many other students around here we could have walked into. They looked just as surprised as we were, though they quickly collected themselves when they saw whom they had stumbled upon. Maya herself was nowhere to be seen, which relieved me, though the three in front of me were asses. I had never understood what Maya saw in them.
They were all taller than me, and looking down on me, smiling. Not happy, hey-nice-to-see-you smiles. Rather clever, cruel look-who’s-here smiles. Emily stepped forward.
“Oh, hey, Frank, nice to see you” she said coldly. I just scowled back. She just smiled. “And who’s this? A new friend?” she paused, thinking, eyeing Gerard up and down. “New student. I just hope it’s not your new girlfriend Frank, because we all know how that’s gonna end. And we don’t want the newbie to get hurt here, do we?” She shook her head, smiling coldly. I just sighted and rested my head against the wall. They ignored my mumbling about having to go get lunch. Here we go. “What’s your name, sweetie?” Emily asked, though there was nothing sweet about her tone. Gerard looked bewildered at her, before mumbling “Gerard”. Emily took his arm in hers and forced him to walk with her. He looked terrified. “Gerard” she repeated. “What a nice name.” Gerard twisted his arm out of her grip and took a step back, demanding “What do you want?” Emily laughed, cold and joyless.
“Oh, Gerard, we here just wanted to make sure you haven’t gotten to know the wrong people. Because, let’s just get this clear Gerard, Frank here, is the wrong people.” She looked at me, her eyes pinning me down. This was all just to hurt me. Charles and Bert just giggled their stupid fucking giggles. They were both just meatheads. Emily continued, smiling sadly at Gerard, as if she pitied him badly. “You see, Gerard, that Frank here, is a lying cheating bastard, who only will get to know you if you can be fucked, for so to leave you, broken and damaged when you finally think he loves you. Then, you will find comfort in the liquor stash under your roommate’s bed, fail your classes and begin to break down, bit for bit. Your friends will do everything to help you get over him, but you will lie on your bed for two whole weeks, crying, drinking, crying, eating Doritos, popping pain reliever pills and cry even more when someone mentions him.” Gerard looked wide-eyes and confused from Emily to me to Emily to me and back to Emily. “So we just wanted to warn you, because no one deserves to be trashed like that.” And with that, she and her body guards walked away, Charles bumping me unnecessary hard when he passed me.
Ouch. That hit me pretty fucking hard. I tried to keep a calm face, but knew I failed. Knew I looked fucking angry right now.
I began stomping to the cafeteria, expecting Gerard to follow. When he didn’t, I turned around to find him standing motionless, staring at me. He just pointed back and forth to me and the hallway behind us where they had disappeared, not able to say a word. I sighted and leaned against the stone wall.
“Um...” was all he said, though I clearly understood what he was asking.
“Maya’s friends” was all I said, not bothering to explain, and sinking down on the cold floor, knees to my chest.
“Oh-kay, but what, what was she talking about?” He clearly wanted to know, but at that moment, I did not have enough power to tell him everything.
“Just give me some space, okay?” I snapped at him. He bit his lip. I buried my face in my hands. “Sorry...” I mumbled. “I’m just really, really angry right now, and if anyone mentions the Maya thing one more fucking time, I’m gonna lose my shit and punch them.”
He looked curiously at me. “Frank, how much have you eaten today” was what he said.
Surprised by his random question, I snorted, and shook my head. “When I come to think of it, not one fucking shit. How did you guess?”
“Seemed tense.” He bent down and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me in direction of the cafeteria. “C’mon,” he said “be angry later, you need food now.”

Notes

IM SORRY I HAVE BEEN GONE LIKE 2 WEEKS AND THIS PROBABLY SUCKS AND EVERYTHING IS A MESS AND MY LIFE IS ON FIRE RIGHT NOW YES IM FINE EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART OH WELL

I SHOULD STOP WRITING IN CAPS OKAYOKAY



but really im sorry i should have updated long ago im reall yreally sorry dont hate me jesus fuck