Franks POV
I eagerly tap my fingers on my desk, staring at the clock, not bothering to listen to Mrs. Williams. Who’s even gonna need to find X anyways? Just 34 more seconds until 2:50. I had packed up long ago, and my foot is tapping the floor in anticipation. I can’t wait to get home and see Gerard again; I have taken a huge liking to him since last night, though him just walking out was a bit odd.

The bell rings, startling awake the boy sitting next to me, and I’m out of my seat before most people started shifting. Making my way down the hall, I throw my locker open and stuff my things into my backpack, then I slam the door shut and walk as fast as I can to my bicycle.
A few of the freshmen and sophomores are already out here, with the juniors and seniors taking their time. I eagerly input my bike lock combo, and immediately take off on my way to the apartment building. Whenever I get stopped by a red light I groan out in frustration.

”Come on!” I mumble, my grimace fading when I finally cross the street and lock my bike up. I run into the building, and the girl at the front desk looks taken aback by how excited I am. This is the first time I’ve seen her here; she must just have this job to please her parents.
I decide on taking the elevator when a small family crams themselves into the elevator. Human interaction is not for me. Vampires, however, I can deal with vampires. From what I know, they’re just as introverted as I am, if not more.

Speaking of vampires, one of them should be coming by my window sometime tonight. A week ago I would have had a breakdown, had I seen Gerard by my window. Thankfully, last night I was feeling pretty open about new ideas. Willing to accept anything that could change my depression ridden reality.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my key, sliding it into the lock and opening the door. Looks like my mom isn’t home yet, she probably got lost in traffic. I’m not quite sure if I’m happy about it or not. On one hand, I kind of want to talk to her today. On the other, her not being here will help me get ready for Gerard.

I’m not even sure how I feel about him, relationship wise. I think I like him, though. He’s probably not gay, like I am, but I still have a chance. And plus, who ever heard of a vampire dating a human and getting away with it? Oh shit right, Twilight. I’ve never read that book.

In my room now, I look at myself in the mirror. I don’t look horrible. My black hair is a bit messy, but I like it that way. I smell my black zip up hoodie and determine that it does not smell of shit. So now I guess I just wait, then. It should just be a few hours until it gets dark. I make sure that my window is unlocked before I start reading Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets Of The Universe.

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I nearly drop my book when I hear a faint knocking at the window. I look at the clock, seeing it’s 7:57. Aristotle just beat up the guy who beat Dante up. I ship them so much. I set down the book, and turn to see Gerard sitting at my window.

He opens it up, and slides in, sitting on the windowsill. Nothing comes out of his mouth, though. I think he expects me to say something first. But what to say? How can I keep up a conversation when he looks like that? Raindrops are littered in his hair, and it almost looks like he is wearing eyeliner.

“Hey, Gerard,” I say, not taking my eyes off of his, “How are you?” I shift myself so that I’m facing him. “Good, good.” He says, smiling. Oh God, his smile! Even though it sounds cliche, it seems like that smile could light up a room. And his voice is so soft, how did I not notice it before? Soft, yet somehow croaky at the same time. “How are you?”

”I’m okay,” I say. But I’m not. I’m not okay. This is torturing me, how he looks so beautiful and I can’t even tell him. I let out a long breath, tapping my fingers on my knees. “Do you wanna sit with me? That windowsill doesn’t look very comfortable.”

He laughs, and that laugh is amazing! Right, Frank. You should probably stop obsessing with him. “Sure, I was kind of hoping you’d ask that.” I move so that I’m sitting cross legged on the bed, and pat the space in front of me. He takes the offer and seats himself in front of me, also cross legged.

But what did he mean by ‘I was kind of hoping you’d ask that’? Was the windowsill actually uncomfortable, or was he hoping to sit next to me because he wanted to be near me?
I must have been staring into his eyes, blank minded, because out of the blue he said, “I know, Frank. I have nice eyes. I’d ask you to stop obsessing over them, but you look kind of cute while you’re doing it.” He smiles, his tongue between his teeth.

My stomach lurches, did he just call me cute? Oh my God, was this happening? I swallow harshly, and I nervously look down, staring at my fingers.

My heart begins beating faster when his hand reaches for my chin, and gently lifts my face up with his forefinger and thumb. He’s moved significantly closer since I last checked, and it feels as if he’s leaning over me. His other hand reaches up, hesitates, then brushes a bit of my hair behind my ear.

His eyes close, and I suspect he’s leaning in for a kiss. Oh God, what do I do? I’ve never kissed anyone before! And just like that, his lips meet mine, but I’m paralyzed with joy. They linger there for a second, then pull back, and Gerard’s eyebrows knot in confusion.

Before I know it, my hand has a fistful of Gerard’s shirt in it. I yank him closer so that his lips crash onto mine, and he takes a second before moving them against mine. It takes a bit longer for me to do the same, and I slowly lean back on the bed so that Gerard is resting on top of me.

His hand reaches up and cups my cheek. Our lips move in a fashion that shows how much we like each other, and before I know it, his tongue lightly swipes my bottom lip. It takes me a second to figure out what to do, but eventually I figure out that I’m supposed to open my mouth. I do just that, and he snakes his tongue into my mouth, pressing it against the roof of my mouth. I let out a small moan, and pray to God that my mom didn’t hear.

There's a pressing down on that area, and I realize that he’s rubbing his junk against mine. Fuck, I can’t hold in these sounds too well any longer. A low moan escapes my lips, going on for longer than I expected. He pulls away for air, and I feel a whimper tugging at my lips. We both just lay there, breathing heavily and gazing into each other’s eyes.

Gerard licks his lips and smiles, a soft kind of smile. A rush of blood goes down to my dick, and my eyes flicker from Gerard’s face to his lips, but I’m not quite sure if I’m wanting another kiss. Actually, Hell yes, I want another kiss! That was amazing! He must have kissed someone else before to be that good.

“Well then, Frankie.”

Frankie? What a simple nickname, but somehow turns me on so fricken much. No one has ever called me Frankie before, besides my mom. “That was interesting.” He flashes a smile at me, showing his fangs. I can’t help but get a little bit nervous; it’s something that has been taught my whole life: Don’t interact with vampires. But Gerard would never hurt me, not on purpose. My teeth bite down on the tip of my lip.

”I guess I just couldn’t help myself,” I mumble, and reach up to brush a strand of his red hair out of his face. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. Goddamn, he is so hot. My hand leaves his scalp and Gerard sticks his bottom lip out in a pout, and he almost earns another scalp massage.

I feel the weight lifted off of me when Gerard gets off of the bed and holds his hand out, offering me to take it. I take his hand and he pulls me up and off of the bed, pulling me close and resting me on his chest. His arms wrap around me and he buries a kiss in my scalp. My head falls against his chest, and I struggle to listen to the heartbeat that I think exists.

”Sweetheart, there isn’t anything there,” Gerard whispers into my ear, stroking my hair and sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t work like that.” His words are proved true, I can’t hear the thump of his heart. It must still be there, for how else could you stake a heart?

Gerard rests his chin on the top of my head, his hand holding the back of my head. He whispers something, but I’m not quite sure what it means. Maybe if it had more context, but not alone.

”I’ll never let them hurt you, I promise.”

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