He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.

Frank slouched onto the sofa, “It’s been fucking three days-when am I going to see Gerard again?”

Frey replied, “Death said be patient. Oooh, I can get that 20 bucks Gerard owes me.”

“He won’t remember that.”

“Oh, yeah.” Frey frowned.

Lindsey said, “I can’t wait to show Gerard killing and butchering when he shows up.”

“Speaking of, why didn’t any of you guys lose your demonic powers when Brendon died?” Frank asked.

“Because he gave it to us. Since he did die, his powers stay with us. Until we die, the abilities won’t fade away.” Lindsey quickly changed the subject unintentionally, “Do you think Gerard will still want to fight? I know I can beat him if I tried .. “ Lindsey paused, “Ohmysatan, I’m so hungry .. do any of you guys want to go eat? I can hear a car coming this way.”

Davy shook his head, “Nah, I already ate.”

“Same.” Frey smiled.

Patrick looked over to Lindsey, “I’m hungry but .. not for flesh. Hey, Frank, do you want to go with me to the cafe? I hear that have really good burgers there.”

Frank shrugged, “I guess .. let’s go.”

It was a short drive, about 30 minutes. After Frank and Patrick parked outside in the parking lot, they walked inside. After being seated and given food, Frank could only hear the sounds of the football game on tv, Patrick eating, and-

“I need more meat.” A familiar voice said from behind Frank.

Frank felt his heart vibrate before turning around-there was a man. A man with hazel eyes, pale skin, small white teeth, a perky nose-and red hair. Frank stared. It was Gerard. It was Gerard with red hair. Gerard was sitting by a table with a plate of a large burger. The waitress informed him, “That’s the largest burger we have.”

Gerard was frustrated, “No, no, you have no idea how much food I’ve eaten-it just made me vomit and fuck, why can’t I eat anything?” The waitress was obviously uncomfortable which is why she left. Frank didn’t tell Patrick when he left the table. Frank wasn’t sure what he was going to say to Gerard, but sat across from him anyway.

Gerard stared at Frank, “Can I help you?”

Frank opened his mouth but couldn’t speak a word. He paused for a second, “I .. I know you.”

Gerard scoffed, “Great. Another maniac.”

“No, I’m not crazy-” Frank stopped talking and felt his cheeks burn red, “My name’s Frank.”

Gerard almost smiled at Frank’s awkwardness, “Um .. I’m Gerard .. “ There was a moment of silence until Gerard said, “This was nice but I have to go-”

“No, I .. “ Frank frowned when he realized he was blowing it, “I’m an idiot.”

Gerard rose a brow, “What?”

“I’m an idiot. I came to you because .. because I thought it would be easy talking to you but I just made an idiot of myself. You’re really .. pretty.” Frank glanced at Gerard who was actually smiling. Gerard grinned, “Pretty?” He stared at the embarrassed cute boy in front of him, “You’re pretty yourself, Frank.”

Frank blushed, “T-thanks.” He looked up to Gerard, “This might sound weird but .. I know why you can’t eat.”

Gerard stared at him, “Oh yeah? If you say I have some kind of disease, I’m out of here.” He almost laughed.

Frank muttered, “I wish it was ..” He looked at Gerard and said, “You’re a demon.”

Gerard’s smile faded. He looked at Frank before shaking his head. Gerard smiled as he grabbed crumpled money from his tight black jeans and placed the money on the table, “And I thought you were cute. Well, I have to get going.” Gerard stood up and made his way to the door but before Frank could stop him, he walked out. Frank ran after him and grabbed him by the shirt, “Wait.”

Gerard stopped in the cold air and turned to him, “I’m already having a pretty shitty day. I don’t need this right now.”

“Please .. listen to me.” Frank added in quickly, “You feel .. stronger. And you don’t get cold anymore-but most importantly, you feel more violent.”

Gerard peered at him but didn’t reply. Frank said, “Wait here, okay?” He rushed back inside and snatched the pen from the front desk of the cafe. He ran back outside and grabbed Gerard’s hand, “Here’s my address. Come over. I want to help you. I swear I’m not some lunatic .. “ After Frank wrote his address on Gerard's hand, he looked up to Gerard who replied, “I’ll .. think about it.”

And he left. Frank shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and watched as Gerard walked away. He could feel his heart drop as he did. What if Gerard doesn’t come? Frank did come off a little rough. Patrick came out of the cafe and stood by Frank, “Well,” Patrick said, “You found Gerard. Now what?”

“I have no idea.” Frank mumbled, "I guess it's up to him."

Notes

Gerard has red hair now! xo