Once I look at him, I analyze everything. When I say everything, I mean fucking everything. His posture wasn't great but who am I to speak for. The way he looked, his features, his hair was jet black and greasy. He held his head down low, but it made it easier for me to look at him. He must have been about 5'9, he didn't look tall but he was definitely taller than me. The choice of clothing wasn't bad, he had on a black sweater and I could see a Misfits logo on it. His pants were black, baggy skinny jeans, he wore black converse. I trailed my eyes back to his face and I noticed that he had stopped walking and suddenly I reached his eyes.


“Shit.” I whisper to myself and look back my locker.

I may not look like I'm panicking but I'm panicking. My hands start to tremble and I feel my heart pick up it's pace. I take all the things necessary for my morning classes and close my locker. The first bell rings and I start heading to my first period. I didn't notice that my pace has quickened until I reached my class under five minutes. In fact, my teacher was surprised as well.

“Frank, you're here a bit too early.” He commented.

“Oh, yeah...there's a new student and he sort of scared me. We looked into each others eyes.”

“That's why you're shaking?” Mr. Rapprot gestured to my trembling hands.

“Yes sir.” I replied.

“Well, why don't you have a seat and you can calm down there.”

“Okay.”

I walked to my seat and sat down. I lay my head down in my desk and breath in and out. That's all I think about for the next five minutes until I heard the bell ring. I bring my head up and watch the bodies fill up the room. Then I feel an unfamiliar presence again, but I'm more familiar with it. It's him.

I barely look at people in the eyes and when I do it's usually looking into the person beating me up. But when I look at someone's eyes it freaks me out. It's like they saw me and looked into me, it disgusts me.

“Frank?” I hear Mr. Rapprot's voice interrupting my thoughts.

I look up at him. “Do you mind if Gerard works with you?” He gestures to the boy that was standing next to him. I shook my head.

“Okay, so you can sit by him right there. Okay?” He points to the empty seat to the right of me and I look at the him. He nods and walks past all the kids. Ignoring everything that others are saying.

I sat at my desk until I saw Mr. Rapprot gesturing me to come over to his desk. I get up and leave the boy. I walked past the kids who obviously had something to say about me and I was kept quiet. Then once I reached the desk Mr. Rapprot told me what I was supposed to do. I nodded and walked back to the desk. Once I sat down, the class became loud. I turned my body to the boy and didn't make eye contact.

“So, Gerard is it?” I asked, the class then hushed. No one has heard my voice before so when I started to speak everyone went quiet. I rolled my eyes and looked at Gerard. He nodded his head and I didn't say anything. I turned back to my notebook and tore a sheet of paper out. I wrote down my name and what we were supposed to do. He did everything and I helped him here and there. The rest of the class we spent not talking and I was completely okay with it. I didn't dare to look at his face throughout the class until the bell rang. His body shifted and I looked at him. I looked over his face quickly and looked back down. The only way to describe his face was that it was very pixie like, feminine, and beautiful. I gathered my things and my part of the project.

“Frank?” I heard Mr. Rapprot call for me. I look over the room and notice everyone, except Gerard, was gone.

“Yes?” I replied.

“How is he?” He whispered once I reached his desk.

“He's okay.” I responded, loud enough for Gerard to hear.

“Okay good. I felt like you and him would get along well. That's why I asked if it was okay with you.”

I made an 'O' shape and responded, “But you do know that we won't be so talkative with each other?”

“Yes, and I'm completely okay with it.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you best be on your way. Do you need a note Gerard?!” He asked Gerard who was gathering up his part of the project.

“Yes please.” He answered, his voice echoing throughout my ears. It was so angelic, it was a singer's voice.

“Okay.”

Mr. Rapprot gave us both passes and we went our separate ways. As I walked through the corridor, the first bell rang. I didn't run, I just walked. My second hour was PE so I took my time and looked around the building. I walked downstairs to the first floor and then I saw Gerard, who honestly looked confused.

“Gerard?” He looked up and I looked at something other than his eyes.

“I can't find this class.” His voice echoed throughout the vacant corridor, he sounded lost.

“Let me see your schedule.” He gave me his schedule and the class he was looking for was my class. “Come with me.” I gave his schedule back.

We walked to the gym and we were meet with my gym teacher, “Morning boys, why are you late?” We handed her our slips and she told us to stand in the line. We stood in silence and then the class was dismissed to play with whatever was available. More silence was kept between us, but it wasn't awkward. It was a more comfortable silence, you know those silences that keep you smiling because you remembered something funny, a good song, or a good part of a movie. We were sharing that kind of silence. It was nice. Gerard and I didn't spark any conversation all day today. We had a few classes together, I showed him where most of his classes were. surprisingly I didn't have to talk. So to me the day went by quick, my mind was busy. Busy with helping Gerard around, busy with thoughts of Gerard, and busy with how much shitty work I had to do. After school ended I walked back to my house, boy was I in for a trip.

As I walked back I thought about things that shouldn't be thought about at this time. I erased them, sort of, and continued to analyze the neighborhood. This neighborhood was something else, I've always adored neighborhoods like these. The faded pastel colored paint on the two story houses, vines crawling up the outside walls making the houses look like they're apart of a horror movie, the porches always having at least one or two pots of plants, and the way the gigantic tees hovered over the houses making the whole neighborhood have character. This neighborhood was always picture perfect, I guess that's why I take pictures of it at different times of day and at different times in the seasons. So far I have taken at least 212 photos, they're all so amazing.

Once I arrived at my home I sighed. It was a nice house, don't get me wrong, but it always brought me down. This very house is me, it has every characteristic of me, it is dead, it has a nice look on the outside but in the inside there's a supposed "happy" life, but in actuality there's no such thing as happiness. It's dull, it's full of the same colors-or should I say shade? But it is at some point in life really full of color. That's only on special occasions I suppose. This house is dull, blank, fake almost, and most of all empty. Full of creativity but shut out. I stand in front of the house for a good three minutes and went inside once I heard a car drive by.

I enter the house of misery, I enter my home, I enter, what I call, safe zone. I call my house misery because that's what I'm full of most of the time. I call my home a safe zone because no one here is going to try to attempt to kill me. At all.

"Frankie honey!" My mom entered the room and gave me a hug.

"I was only gone for eight hours ma." I smiled at her.

"I know hun but I really do miss you a ton when you're at school."

"I miss you too." I smiled and she did too.

"Dinner will be ready in about two hours. I just got done rinsing some vegetables and I'll be making some pasta. Sound good?"

"As long as it's vegan, it's good." I answered.

"Alright. Now go to your room and clean it up a little. It's a mess."

"Okay."

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After dinner I quickly kissed my mom on the cheek and said goodnight. I hugged my dad and told him goodnight as well. They both knew why I was in a hurry, the stars. They knew I loved stars and that I was a big fan of the sun setting. They also knew that I loved to take photography and do art. Since they knew this, they scheduled everything perfectly. They scheduled dinner correctly, so when I finish eating I can quickly go to my room and see the beautiful sunset.

When I reached my bedroom door, I quickly opened the door, and grabbed my camera. I set down the camera on the desk near my window and opened the window. I climbed out and took the camera with me. The sunset was perfect, I smiled at the sight.

"So fucking beautiful." I whispered and took two pictures from different views. One vertical and the other horizontal. I sat on the window ledge for another ten minutes, watching the sun disappear to the other side of the world. Once there was no sun but it's glow I took another few pictures and smiled at them. Looks like I'll be painting something really nice soon.

The night was always a friend to me, I enjoyed the night more than the daytime. To me the sun is like a frenemy. It's both friend and enemy. Friend because it's beautiful and it let's me take pictures of it being beautiful. Enemy because I'm really sensitive to it and I also heard that it can kill people. Like burn them alive. It's fucking awful.

I climbed back inside my house and set my camera on my desk. The photos will be printed within a week or two hopefully. I know they will.

"Frank honey we're going to sleep, okay?" I heard my mom knock on my door. Sometimes she scares me and one day I'll probably die of a heart attack.

"Okay. Goodnight!" I yelled looking for some pajamas to wear to sleep.

"Make sure to not stay up so late." My dad commented.

"Okay dad." I smiled and searched my room.

After about thirty minutes I finally put a pair of plaid pajamas and a Descendents shirt. I sat at my desk and started to do my homework. The amount of homework I get is quite nice, but not healthy. It keeps me up at night. Not really but if I were to argue about homework in a debate and it was towards schools and the district I'd say it ruins my sleeping schedule. To be quite honest my insomnia does but it's okay. Sometimes I can get a good nights rest. Like a month before my insomnia kicked in I used to sleep for eight hours, but whenever I did it was usually two days every other week. The other days I slept from two to five hours. It was unhealthy, I was unhealthy and I'm still unhealthy. But for some reason I feel a little more healthy and happy. I don't know what it is though.

After about a solid three hours it was getting close to midnight. An hour after midnight is what comes worst. After these three hours I just spent doing all the homework that was assigned to me and now it's midnight. At midnight I always go out an stargaze while listening to some R.E.M or The Ronnettes. Sometimes it'll be something very romantic. I don't know what it is about midnight but it's basically romantic hour. I sort of want to blame it on like Disney or some princess shit but I don't know. Midnight wasn't really romantic in Cinderella but hey she married her prince. Maybe one day I can meet my prince and then we can share a romantic midnight stargaze. I smile at the moon and crawled outside of my window once again. I took my carton of cancer sticks with me and stuck one of them in my mouth and lit it up. I got an hour and I'm not going to waste it.

Notes

Sort of long chapter...and stuff...maybe I should add character descriptions so I can sum up Frank and Gerard. Hope whoever is reading this finds this good...so yeah if you're reading this...cool I like you

xo weenie