3rd Person POV

Frank sat outside BooksAMillion, in his car. "Fuck!" he yelled, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. He hit the horn, a few people on the sidewalk jumped at the sound. They all turned to his car and scowled at Frank. Jamia was one of those people, although instead of giving her bestfriend a dirty look, she stomped on over to his car.
She knocked on the passengers window. "Let me in!" She mouthed so Frank would understand what she was saying.
Frank opened the car door, Jamia quickly got in.

"What's your damage Iero? You scared the shit out of the pedestrians."

"He's sick."

"What?"

"Gerard is out of his fucking mind, I swear."

"I thought you liked him?!"

"I do! Well, I did.. I don't know Jamia."

"What did he do.. for starters, to piss you off so bad?"

"One moment he's the nicest guy, the next he's being a completely inappropriate asshole."

"What did he do Frank?"

"He made me makeout with him."

Jamia laughed, "I thought that's what you wanted."

Frank groaned, "I know, but it wasn't the right time. And he was just using me to make a point."

"What was the point?"

"That he can take anyone, he broke Tom Felton's wrist."

"That's just showing dominance.." Jamia giggled.

"Stop it Jamia! Everyone is gonna make fun of us, and call him my boyfriend."

"Did you tell him that?"

"Of course I did, he took it like it was nothing!"

"Well what did he actually say, though."

Frank rested his head on the steering wheel, "He said that he wasn't my boyfriend."
A tear slipped from his eye, he hadn't realized how much those words hurt till right now.

Jamia's expression went from loveable and joking, to completely outraged.
She didn't say anything for a minute, "Anything else?"

"He touched me..."
Frank bit his lip and thought about all the shit that went down two days ago. Jamia's eyes wondered Frank's, she was thinking about all the horrible insensitive things Gerard did to her emotionally unstable friend.

"That's really all I need." Jamia got out of Frank's car and slammed the door.

Frank got out after her "Wait! What are you doing?!!"

She rushed to the entrance, stomping right..left..right..left..
Jamia opened the door, she looked around till she spotted Gerard at his usual spot reading his usual book.
Frank grabbed her arm, "No, stop you'll make it worse!"

She shoved him off, "Get bent."

Frank watched as Jamia went over to Gerard's table. "Fucking freak!" she yelled. He looked up from his book and smiled, "Hi, Jamia.. is it?"
Jamia slammed the book out of Gerard's hand. He didn't look phased at the least.
"You don't do that to a person! You psycho!"
It all clicked to Gerard, he smirked.

"Can we talk about this in the break room?"

Jamia grunted and walked over to the key rack, Gerard followed her. Eventually she got the door open and they both went in.
Frank was confused. He sighed, and walked away.

Frank felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to see a tall man, with distinct cheekbones and pale skin. He had blonde hair and hazel eyes. He almost looked like Gerard, if it weren't for the hair. And the cheeks.
"Excuse me sir, where are the horror novels located?.. I'm doing a report for school.. what real life killer do you recommend?"

Meanwhile, In The Break Room ....

Gerard followed in after Jamia, closing the door softly.

"You freaking psycho, do you have any ide-.." Before she could finish her sentence, Gerard covered her mouth with his hand. While the other rested on her stomach.
He turned her around so the back of her head was at the tip of his nose.

"Listen honey, I don't wanna hear you squawk. It's fucking annoying, I don't need you chewing my ear off and giving Frank any ideas. What do I have to do to make you shut the hell up? Your driving him away from me, sooner or later he'll stop wanting me.. and it's gonna be your fault." Gerard whispered in her ear. She squirmed, Gerard's grasp tightened on her.

He moved his hand from Jamia's stomach, she tried to get away but Gerard yanked her back with the hand on her mouth, causing her lips to bleed. Some of it getting on Gerard's hand.
With his free hand Gerard moved all of Jamia's hair to the left side of her neck. Leaving the right side bare. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"My actions might seem irrational and extreme, but uh-heh- chaos is what killed the big fat dinosaurs, darling.. what are you anyways? Three hundred pounds?" Gerard giggled. Jamia started to cry. He then lifted his head from her shoulder to look at his hand over her mouth. A mixture of blood and tears were all over it.

"Ugh, pig" Gerard said in a disgusted tone, he was tired of the damn mess.

Jamia wiggled one more time before Gerard sunk his fangs into her neck. Her blood tasted like trash, it was not like the sweet blood he knew Frank possessed. Her personality was as bland as Gerard's lifeless heart.

She screamed, but Gerard's hand muffled it. Afterwards Jamia dropped on the floor, lifeless. Gee smirked at his work. He wiped his hand on his black skinny jeans. And licked his lips.

For the time being Gerard sat on the bean bag chair and waited for her to come back. Once you bite someone, they forget almost everything. They leave reality, they leave everything and everyone.

After what seemed like five minutes, Jamia gasped and sat up quick. She looked around, and spotted Gerard. One leg crossed over the other. "Hello." he said.

Jamia frowned.

"Wanna go to my place?"

She shrugged.. Gee took this as a yes.

They both got up and left the mess. "My car is the Black Jeep, wait for me."
Jamia nodded and started to walk out. Frank hurried over to her, she saw him and rolled her eyes, and kept walking.

Frank POV

After about an hour, the door of the break room slowly opened.

Jamia and Gerard walked out together. Jamia was expressionless.

I started to walk over to her, and ask her if she was okay, but she passed me, acting like I wasn't even there.

Gerard walked on over and faced me, his eyes full of concern for her... and me "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, I have this condition that makes me.. All weird, and I didn't take my meds on Monday.. I'm just..I..-.." Gerard babbled on, his sorry eyes glued to floor.

I mentally melted on the floor, like a puddle. I felt like jello, I swear. How can one person do that to another? Make them feel this way.
He obviously understood what I was feeling, because he gave me a little smile. Fuck.. "T-t..-that's okay.."

Gerard opened his arms for a hug. I took it, he's so warm and inviting. His hair smells like some kind of fruit.
After a few seconds Gerard broke away.
He look passed me and frowned. I turned to see the problem.
The man I had helped earlier stood behind me.

"Oh, hi" I said with a cheery tone.

"Hey" he smiled back.

"How do you know him?" Gerard asked

"Um, I don't. I just helped him find a book on Charles Manson."

Gerard sighed in relief.

"I'm Gerard's brother Mikey.. Sorry I failed to mention who I was earlier."

"That's fine."

"See you at school Frank." Gerard went over and grabbed Mikey.

"Bye Gerard." I waved at them as the one brother dragged the otherout.

Notes

Heroine is a woman admired or idealized for her courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.

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