Unapologetic Apathy

The funny thing was that Gerard had gone from a pretentious asshole to a confused and adorable cinnamon roll stuck in the past. It was nice to see his face light up when he watched the movie, and to have him bouncing on the couch beside me when he got excited. Sometimes he asked me a bunch of dumb questions, ones I couldn't answer. Most were about the device. I just said it was electricity, and I made a mental note to introduce him to that. He knew of it, but wasn't familiar.

Bit it he went from being so distant to breing...kind of open. Flustered, kind of, and quirky. But I still saw the old Gerrd in him. But I knew the real Gerard was te one of grown to love: concerned, confused, and kind. I'd described him as innocently in a way, if he hadn't killed all the missi g people in Jersey. Just...untouched by te world. I invite him over to pollute his mind with the Internet.

I came over to his house when the sun went down. Kelsie and Ray were out of the house. Ray took Sam to hunt his sister, Harley. Kelsie was at a bake show. So te house was empty, and I could bring the vampire home.

I still ihated vampires. I couldn't stand them. But I liked Gerard. It was an obstacle we had to overcome, like if Prince Charming was a snorer. Something we had to get through together. I wasn't going to kill him, and I planned on helpin him find a cure.

I arrived at at his house, but he wasn't lounging quietly on the sofa reading. He was dashing down the halls, his suit jacket flowing behind him as he opened closets and zipping through rooms. When I shut the door, he froze and turned to me.

"Hello Frank!" He called, but continued his search...for something.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. I set my bag down.

"Ummm. We're going to your house, so I need my jacket and scarf an my gloves and my hat and-"

"Why can't you just go out in your usual clothes? It's not that cold out, and besides, you'll look suspicious dressed up all like that."

"I won't be...recognized?" He asked with a confuse look on his face.

"No! Of course not. You've been here for years, and nobody believes you exist here anymore anyways." I walked over to give him a kiss on the forehead, which I had to jump up on my tiptoes to reach. His worried face melted to a faint smile.

"Okay, Frankie."

I hummed in content. When we left, he was dressed in a plain black dress shirt, a button down. I supposed he didn't have many regular tshirts from te 1800's. He had on black pants, but he left his shit jacket at home. He wore his red tie today, the one I liked, instead of his green and white one. His long black hair was untidy and curled up at his shoulders. His eyes looked greener in the light of the street ligh. I couldn't stop staring: it was the first time I'd seen him outside.

"What?" he rubbed at his face and patted his hair to see if there was anything wrong.

"Nothing. You look beautiful," I mused. He quirked a smile and we walked down the path.

"You look nice, too, Frankie," he responded. I didn't believe him, but I blushed. I was only wearing my casual clothes. Black skinny jeans and a band tshirt, hoodie optional. I had tattoos on my arms and neck and chest, and I liked to show as many as possible. They looked very colourful in comparison to my clothes. My hair was longer and blonde at the sides now, with a black fringe hanging in my eyes.

"I need to hire someone about these trees," he said , breaking the silence. He looks up at the dark, looming branches out of control.

"I like them."

"You can't see the stars, though," he frowned.

"No, you an, look," I pointed. His eyes shot up to look at where I was pointing, but I had lied. When he wasn't looking a snuck a kiss on the lips. He jumped in pleasant surprise, but melted into me, threading his hands to the sides o his cheeks.

"Sneaky," he said into my mouth. Cautiously, I poked my younger betwee his teeth and deepened the kiss. He growled, a deep moaning noise I found incredibly attractive.

I pulled away, "we should start walking. My house isn't that far away, don't worry." He sighed when my lips left his. He smiled at me with a look in his eyes I couldn't placeZ

"okay Frankie."

We got to my house at 8:45, and he looked around. His eyes took it all the modern devices, the refrigerator, the electric stove, The crappy tv we had. He looked at the huge display of CDs we brought. He studied the difference between his and my furniture: his being heavy and wood and carved, mine being the cheapest thing from Ikea.

"Wow. This is different. What are these? Are these like movies?" He lifted a Misfits album. "oh! A record. I know what these are." He shifted through some of my old records. I kept my newer ones in my room so they wouldn't get warped. "What is this?" He pointed at my fridge.

"Keeps your food cold."

"Like an icebox," he said. I agreed. I showed him my stove, my microwave, my shower, my CD player, my MP3 player, and my alarm system. "I wish I ha an alarm shstem."

"And this," I said proudly, "is my MacBook." The best thing I had. The newest tech, the biggest investment of made. Mint conditionZ "Be careful with it, it's expensive. Not like your going to break it, but it's delicate."

"Okay," Gerard said and looked over my shoulder at the screen. "Wow. What is that?"

"It's a comluter. I type whatever I want with this, like a typewriter, and it shows up on the screen. And I can connect to other computers, so we can work together, and I can search things usin this." I opened up Google.

"Google is a website where you type in what you want and it will give you websites and infkrmation, videos, news, everything. Here," I showed googled 'Gerard Way Jeresy Urban Legend'. A Wikipedia article popped up instantly. I clicked on it, and I read it to Gerard.

"Wow. How did it get that information?"

"Well, people who know thibgs can update it, put up there opinions. If I wanted to, I could edit this article and say the real story. But I won't. I'll just do this," I said, a wonderful idea popped in my head. I looked up Urban Dictionary. I searched Gerard Way, but obviously, nothing came up because he wasn't that well known anymore. It gave me the option to write the definition.

"Gerard Way is a hot mysteriius vampire who doesn't know what the Internet is an lives in a big house." I typed it into the box and Gerard laughed.

"That's my definition?"

"Yep," I relied. He frowned in thought.

"Will people...see this?"

"Yeah but the won't believe me. The Internet is full of lies."

I began showing him the nessexities like Yourube, Twitter, and more about Google. He liked Twitter. I made him an account, but he doesn't know how to use it and just posts random stuff. I taught him Internet slang, which I thought was a mistake. He started out hating the adaption, but by the end of the night, he was talking in all abbreviations. He learned what an emoji was.

"Thankyou for showing me the Internt," he said as we made out on m couch, later that night.

"There's plenty of other technology I want to show you...same thing tomorrow night?" He hummed a yes as he kissed me. I had my leg around him, straddling him, and by hands in his hair. He had a hand around t waist and one on my cheek. It dropped down and he rubbed the scorpion tatto, and the tiny white scars beside it from his bites.

"You're beautiful Frankie," he tol need. I kissed him deeper.

"I love you," I said back. His reply was muffled as he kissed me back.

"Iluff you too," he hummed.

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