Sometimes, They Aren't Always Bad.

He was sitting there, in the back of the classroom. HIs long black hair covered his eyes as he doodled something on his desk. It was probably a cool vampire or something. His hair that usually swept across his forehead naturally was hiding his hazel eyes from my view. It was weird but all I wanted was to see them again.

Instead of going where I wanted to go, which was right next to Gerard I had to settle for a row apart from him. Ray and Bob took the seats in front and I went to the back one. I sat directly across from Gerard. Besides the row that separated us I was basically right next to him. The class wasn't all that full so nobody took the seat between Gerard and me. The bell rung and Gerard looked up from his drawing on his desk to look around the class. His eyes caught the side of my face but I could feel his stare.

"Class today we will be reading 'Lord of the Flies'. It's one of my personal favorites. I will hand out the books and you will silently read to chapter 3. I will hand out a sheet that is homework due tomorrow." The English teacher said enthusiastically. Seriously though, I've seen people more excited about taking a shit than this guy. For reading the book that was "one of his personal favorites" he didn't sound too excited about it. Maybe it was because he gave this speech more than once.

Books were past back in the rows the piles getting thinner and thinner as people took their own copies. I didn't even bother opening the book. I had already read it, in eighth grade. It was really an easy book to read. Just enough details to let you picture it in your mind, but not too many that it was overwhelming. My favorite character was the pissy redhead Jack. He was the leader of the "choir" boys and he had just reminded me of myself. I just instantly liked him.

The sheets were handed back and I pulled out my pencil, filling in the answers as I had remembered them. The first chapter was easy. Plane crash, conch shell, order, blah blah blah. he book only got exciting during the end when Piggy and Simon die but I guess death can't be all that happens in a book. Right?

I put the sheet away as soon as I was done and looked for something else to do. It was boring in this class. Most of the people in here were reading and the rest of them were chatting or on their phones. Gerard had seemed to be finished with his sheet already and had a sharpie out doodling on his skin now.

"Psst," Someone said quietly. I kept my head down looking at the plain desk in front of me. It was probably someone just trying to mess with their friend or something like that. "Pssst," It was a bit louder than the first and it caught my attention. I scanned the room looking for anybody that looked like they were trying to get my attention. Kids were talking so it wasn't like ti was the only noise in the room, or other people would be looking too. Ray and Bob were talking amongst each other so it couldn't have been them so I kept scanning. I hit Gerards desk and he was staring right back at me. "Is that seat taken?" He asked pointing to the seat in between us.

"Nope." I said and shook my head. I was an active talker which meant if you got me into something I was really into or even you just asked me a question I would answer verbally and nonverbally. I heard shuffling and Gerard plopped himself in the desk. He looked at me and smiled, his small teeth poking out once again.

He was way too happy to be a vampire. He was just so light. No, I'm not talking about his weight. I mean he looked light but that's beside the point. His personality was light. He was always so happy. I hadn't seen him frown once since I met him and it had been a pretty shitty day so far. He's so light you would almost forget he was a vampire. But then, you would remember right away because he could be tearing your throat out right now.

"So, want a tattoo?" He said holding up the sharpie. I have a couple tattoos but they're small and were done with stick and poke. I couldn't wait for the day I turned 18 and could walk into the tattoo shop and get all the tattoos that I wanted. I had already planned a lot so lucky tattoo artists, right?

"Sure." I said nodding along with my answer. Like I said before, I'm an active talker. I pulled up the sleeve that I was fiddling with and held my arm out to him. He grabbed ahold of my wrist gently and I almost whimpered. His hands were so cold but that wasn't why. He held my wrist so gently that it almost felt... good?

"Anything you want in particular?" He asked looking at my skin, weighing his options. I thought about it for a second and was about to say my answer, a raven on a tree stem but I decided against it. I wanted something that Gerard had thought of on my arm. I guess you could say it was a tiny piece of him. I know I'm weird.

"Nope. Go for whatever you want." I said looking at Gerard's beautiful hazel eyes before he dipped his head and his hair hid them from my view. The sharpie was cold and wet against my forearm, almost like a tongue. Minus the cold part. Because tongues are warm... I think. He went to work right away drawing lines and curved that he had already made in his mind. He stretched my skin taut and relaxed it to see how it looked before nodding to himself.

I could vaguely see what was going on with his hair and hands obstructing my view. I didn't care though, I knew whatever Gerard would do would be amazing. If it was anything like the drawing he did of me, it would be. There was no hesitation in his movements and it almost comforted me, lulling my into a state that I only get in when I'm relaxed as hell.

Gerards hands left my skin for a short minute and I almost whined at the loss of contact between us. It was so comforting to have him there that I almost forgot that he was there. He returned though with a red sharpie in his hand this time. He pulled the cap off with a 'pop' and began to work again, putting on finishing touches and what not.

"Done!" Gerard said putting the cap back on the sharpie. "So, what do you think?" He asked twisting my skin around but never hurting me. "Frankie?" He asked looking at his art but I was way too busy looking at him. I was in a trace at his movements. They looked so fluent and sure that I didn't even hear his words. "You're staring." He said chuckling. His words brought me out of my trance and I felt the blush making it's way up into my face.

"Sorry." I said looking down at my desk. I didn't want to see me blush but chances are, he already saw me. I waited for the heat in my cheeks to die down a little bit before looking back at my arm. It was amazing. The red was bright against my pale skin it made it look... badass if you ask me.

Gerard had drew a couple. Their faces were close together and it looked like they were almost kissing but they weren't. They had a sad, pained expression on their face and I could only wonder what kind of sadness or pain they were feeling. Or maybe both. There was blood all over their skin and it looked as though they had just committed some kind of murder. Perhaps they kill and are sad about it. It kind of reminded me of Gerard's family. They only drink human blood for treat but they would have to kill to drink and I don't think they want to.

"Woah." I said after giving it a look over.

"You like it?" He asked sitting up in his seat. His smile wouldn't leave his face as I looked at my tattoo some more. I loved the way it moved on my skin. Just knowing that it was there gave me pride in my arm. I changed my mind about the angel that was going to be placed there. I wanted this instead. And I was determined to have it be the first tattoo that I was going to get.

"I love it, dude!! You wanna take a picture real quick?" I asked pulling my phone out of my pocket. I typed in the password and clicked open my camera app, not even waiting for his answer.

"Sure." He said and took the phone from my hands. They still shook a bit from being so close to a vampire but I think it was just out of excitement that he might be my friend. The kids who have vampire friends are considered "bad" and "attention whores". I don't know. Right now, vampires didn't seem all the bad.

Gerard snapped a couple photos and gave me my phone back. I clicked it off without even checking them and Gerard had noticed this.

"You're not going to check them?" He asked putting his two sharpies away, giving me his full, undivided attention.

"I already know that they're good." I said shrugging my shoulders, still fascinated with my new "tattoo". A wide smile appeared on his face and it looked like he was...Blushing.

"Aw. Thanks Frankie!" He said nudging my shoulder with a gentle fist. I'm pretty sure if he were to actually punch me, I would go flying. His actions didn't seem harmful nor did I think that he would want to hurt me. He laughed and smiled. There was this feeling bubbling up inside of my stomach. I've only felt this one other and it was when I talked to my eighth grade crush, Brianna. She was nice and we dated for a while but she cheated on me and I didn't get the feeling anymore. But it had returned and it was bigger this time. "So you wanna come over tonight. We can work on our project. I came up with a few ideas that I want to run by you." He said picking at the end of his sweatshirt. I guess that was a nervous habit we both shared.

"Sure, I'll have to be home by like, I don't know, 10:00?" I asked shrugging my shoulders. "I'll have to talk to Ray's parents." I said pulling out my phone.

"Ray's parents? Why not talk to your own?" Gerard asked and for the first time today I saw his innocent smile fade. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright," I chuckled shrugging my shoulders. "Most people don't even realize, you know?" I said typing a message into my phone.

"I didn't meant to assume." He said putting on a sad smile. I felt bad for him. I think he blames himself for what his kind did but that was far fetched. He probably didn't even care about me at all. He probably just wants to get into my... Veins? Wow that was stupid.

"Hey, it's all right. Okay?" I said putting a hand on his shoulder gently. He nodded and put on a sad smile. But, it was better than no smile and I didn't like when Gerard didn't smile. A frown didn't suit him.

"Okay." He confirmed, the sadness slowly fading form his face.

"They said I could stay out till 10:30 so I'll have to start walking around 9 I think." I said slipping my phone back into my pocket, making sure not to smudge the art on my arm.

"Walk?" Gerard said making a confused face.

"Yeah, I don't have a car and I'm not going to make you drive me so-"

"I'll drive you. It's really not safe for you to be walking around at night anyway." Gerard said putting on a nice smile.

"Are you sure?" I asked fiddling with the end of my hoodie. Damn me and my nervous habits. I kept the arm with Gerard's artwork on it up so everyone could see it. I gave me some kind of pride to show it off to people. To let them know that he had touched my skin. That I was his canvas.

"Yeah it's no problem. You'll just have to ignore Mikey on the way home from school though. He can get quite annoying." Gerard said chuckling.

"You're driving me to your house too?" I asked shocked. That's more driving than my real parents had done for me any day.

"Of course how else are you going to get there. And if you say walk I'm gonna cry," Gerard said pointing a finger at me with a serious face. He couldn't hold it back any longer and her just burst out with laughter. "I'm kidding." He said through his laughing fit.

"What kind of car do you drive anyway?" I asked thinking like a hearse or something morbid like that.

"Oh, you will have to wait and see for that one." He said just before the bell rung.

'Damn you stupid bell.' I thought to myself as I got up from my seat. Gerard was already lost in the crowd. He was good at quick exits, I've noticed.

"Don't forget the homework for tomorrow!" The teacher yelled after us. It was futile seeing as half of the class was already out the door and into the hallway.

"Hey, nice piece dude. I didn't know you could draw." Bob said looking at the tattoo Gerard did on my arm. I smiled and said,

"I can't."

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