Pointed Occurrences (Frerard)
Leeches.
“Dude, what the fuck are you wearing?”
“What? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Bob coughed, “There isn't anything wrong, it’s just you look different,”he poked the inside of Frank’s hip. “It’s like, not what youve ever worn.”
“Mikey!” Frank cried, pulling at his sweater, “Is there anything wrong with my outfit? Do I look fat?”
Mikey’s head snapped up, peering at the small boy. “Uh, no?” Frank made a sad noise, covering his face with his hands. “I totally look fat.” Ray and Bob exchanged a look, before Bob threw a handful of chips at Frank.
“Well who you dressing up for then?” said Ray as he picked up one of the chips out of the grass, popping it into his mouth. Mikey looked curiously out of his hoodie, expression blocked by his dark glasses.
Frank’s eyes bugged out, “What?! Who- What?” he shot an anxious look towards Bob, “What did you tell him?” Bob held up his hands, clearly confused.
“Sorry Frankie, but I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
Frank rubbed his eyes over with the back of his hands, “It’s just a sweater and some jeans.”
“A clean sweater. With clean jeans, and a fucking scarf.” Mikey pointed out, directing the tip of his metal canteen towards Frank.
“I don’t have to wear band t-shirts all the time.” Frank said harshly, shoving a pickle spear in his mouth. “It’s not like I don’t have free-reign over my clothing choices.”
“You do. But it’s not just that, because it’s something else. You like, did your hair.” Ray motioned towards Frank’s mess of blonde and brown hair. It was all put up into some mohawk thing, the old highlights yellowed the tips, blending oddly well together. “And stuff.”
“Well, I have to go to class.” Frank said, picking up his lunch bag and shoving his trash inside. Ray grabbed his ankle, still sitting on the grass.
“You going with us to the diner like usual?”
Frank blinked, and then cursed. “Shit, oh dude. I forgot that we go on Friday, um.” he cracked his knuckles, “I don’t know. I forgot to ask mom. She hasn’t...yeah.” Bob nodded slowly, “But Mikey should go.” they all stared at him, “With you, to the diner.”
“Oh! Um, I don’t know.” Mikey started, tucking his canteen into his hoodie pocket. “I guess?” Bob smiled, and Ray kind of nodded. He looked like he was going to say something, when the bell rang.
“Bye!” said Frank, as he shoved his trash into the garbage. He ran towards the door’s and went inside.
“What’s up with him, man?” Bob asked Ray as they slowly walked into the cafeteria, Ray shook his head.
“Don’t know man. Don’t know.”
~
“Quiet down, quiet down!”
The kids all shuffled into their seats, arranging bags and pencils. All eyes were on Mr.Way now, especially one student’s, Frank.
“Today, we will be doing whatever we want, because class ends a half hour early due to the game.” Gerard started, as he stacked some paper together. A kid in the back raised his hand. “Yeah, Tyler?”
“Whatever we want?”
Gerard smirked, “Whatever you want.”
“Heck yeah!” Tyler hooted, leaning over his neighbors desk to high five his friend. Frank was also very enthusiastic. He only had a mere forty-five minutes to do nothing with, and then he could hang out with Gerard.
The rest of the kids milled around the room to find their friends desks, while Frank drew lazily on his black binder. A tattoo he wanted when he turned eighteen. HALLOWEEN sprawled in silver ink along the binder, since like, eighth grade. One of the many he’d drawn on it since he started getting into the ink.
“What’s that?”
Frank looked up. He must have not noticed the small freshman slide into the seat next to him. “Um, just a rough sketch of a tattoo I want.” The kid nodded slowly, his hat falling forward a little. He pushed it up, making his hair scrunch underneath it.
“I’m Patrick.” he waved his finger’s a little bit. “I don’t want any, but my friend Pete has some.” he flicked his eyes over to a kid who was playing with a lighter next to the door. “He hasn’t finished any of them.”
Frank set down his pen, and leaned back in his chair. “I have a sleeve. And some on my chest and back. But, like, I can’t get any on my hands yet.” he looked longingly at his fingers, “School policy.”
“You have a sleeve?” Patrick reached down and pulled the purple fabric of Frank’s arm hem up, revealing a lot of ink. “How did I not notice that?”
Frank laughed, pulling the fabric down. “I only wear sweaters, or jackets all the time.” he noticed Gerard facing towards the whiteboard, ear pressed hard against his cellphone. “Anyways, I’m Frank.”
“I know.” Patrick said blushing, “We hear about you all the time in music in music class. You’re a prodigy.”
“What?” said Frank, shaking his head. “Dude, no. I am not a prodigy.”
“What! You play guitar, and sing. And like take photos and stuff. And write.” Patrick named off, counting them on his fingers. “You got asked to come here. On full scholarship. I had to pay, and so did most of the other kids.” Frank opened his mouth- “So shut up.”
Frank burst out in giggles, sounding like a total stoner. “Okay, whatever.” he looked up at the clock. “Oh, we only have five minutes left of class kid.”
“Don’t call me kid.” Patrick said, hiding back a smile. “Twerp.”
Frank smirked, “Get outta here.”
Patrick got up and walked back to his seat by the weird kid with the lighter. They traded small conversation, before glancing over at Frank, and then getting up and standing by the door. “Kids.” Frank thought, laughing at himself. Maybe he’d ask Patrick...and Pete? Yeah, Pete- to sit with them at lunch. They seemed like cool guys. Frank got out of his seat, and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He casually clicked his heel on the floor, watching dust come off his boots.
The bell rang.
“Thank fucking god.” he said to himself, watching people litter out as fast as possible. When the last few people walked out, he waited a bit before going over and closing the door.
“Stressful day?”
Frank turned around. A pair of light green eyes met his. “Yeah, pretty much.” he felt Gerard wrap his arms around his waist. “Missed you though.” Gerard nuzzled his neck, hot breath tickling the skin there. He pulled away suddenly.
“How’s your bite since yesterday?”
Frank pulled down the fabric of his scarf, revealing a tattoo like formation of scars. “Okay, I feel like, when I’m away from you, I have a hangover.”
“A hangover? Like how?” Gerard asks, leaning in closer.
Frank fluttered his eyelashes, “I just...I couldn’t sleep after you dropped me off at home. And all day I could feel you, like, around. I knew where you were.” he frowned, “And I keep getting this itch under my skin. Like, it’s not an itch, but more like I’m waiting for something.”
“We should go somewhere and talk about this.” Gerard suggested, grabbing Frank’s hand. “Ill explain then.”
“The park?” Frank suggested, then gasped. “Oh can you even go in the sun? I mean like, does it hurt?”
Gerard laughed, walking over to his desk and grabbed his laptop bag. “Um, no. I can go outside, but It’s complicated. I'll explain. Meet you at the park?”
Frank blinked.
“We don’t want to get caught. I’m three years older than you. And your teacher, Frankie.”
Frank nodded, “Okay, see you.” he left Gerard with a kiss on the cheek.
~
“Took you long enough.”
Frank looked down at Gerard, who was sitting criss-cross-applesauce underneath the jungle gym. “Yeah, well” he sat down in the mulch, leaning against the wooden structure, “I had to walk unlike you.”
Gerard looked startled, “You don’t have a car?”
“Dude, no. Bob drives me everywhere.”
‘Well, now I can drive you everywhere.” Gerard said, as he shuffled closer, pulling Frank to his chest. “We should talk about this stuff that’s going on.” Frank just nodded, before sighing.
“Okay, shoot.”
“So I can go in the sun, but it makes my senses fuzzy. That’s why we avoid it, or wear heavy clothes. It’s like a mental block, making our senses go from vampire, to human. It’s odd.” Gerard started, waving his hands around a bit. “I was also born a vampire.”
Frank pulled away, “How does that work? Oh my god, are you like a hundred years old?”
“No,” said Gerard, wiping some dust off his jeans. “I am twenty, and I stopped aging on my eighteenth birthday. We age to full maturity when we get there.”
“What about me?”
“What about you, Frank?”
“When you turn me, what will happen?”
Gerard coughed, “When I turn you? Well, if I turn you-”
“You’re fucking turning me, asshole.” Frank said haughtily, raising both eyebrows. “I’m yours forever.”
“When I turn you, we have to go to court.” Gerard said slowly, “And they will make you sit in a black room until night comes. But they might not like it.”
“Like what?”
“That you’re...a man.”
“Why?”
Gerard looked over his shoulder, through the legs of the jungle gym. “Because you can’t reproduce the way they want you to.” when he looked at Frank, he saw the boy was looking hard at him. “I don’t even know if we are mates, Frank. I just claimed you, but, you might not have the same mark as me.”
Frank scratched at his head, “What mark?”
Gerard turned his head, and pulled his hair back. Frank didn’t notice it at first, but then he saw the small white rounded cross, with rose vines twirling around it, just behind his ear. It blended in with his white skin, but was just a shade lighter to make the detail visible. “You see it?”
“You won’t believe me, Gerard.” Frank pulled down the back of his sweater, his shoulder blades tan against the purple fabric. “Look.” he twisted his arm around to point at the light tan cross over his right shoulder blade, only visible if you looked hard enough.
“How long have you had that?” Gerard said, running his fingertips over it.
“Since I was born. The hospital freaked out, and my mom kind of got all weird about it. None of my friends know.”
“Fuck, Frankie.” Gerard whispered, leaning in close. “You’re my mate.”
“Yeah, I fucking know.” Frank said before crashing his lips hard against Gerard’s.
“What? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Bob coughed, “There isn't anything wrong, it’s just you look different,”he poked the inside of Frank’s hip. “It’s like, not what youve ever worn.”
“Mikey!” Frank cried, pulling at his sweater, “Is there anything wrong with my outfit? Do I look fat?”
Mikey’s head snapped up, peering at the small boy. “Uh, no?” Frank made a sad noise, covering his face with his hands. “I totally look fat.” Ray and Bob exchanged a look, before Bob threw a handful of chips at Frank.
“Well who you dressing up for then?” said Ray as he picked up one of the chips out of the grass, popping it into his mouth. Mikey looked curiously out of his hoodie, expression blocked by his dark glasses.
Frank’s eyes bugged out, “What?! Who- What?” he shot an anxious look towards Bob, “What did you tell him?” Bob held up his hands, clearly confused.
“Sorry Frankie, but I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
Frank rubbed his eyes over with the back of his hands, “It’s just a sweater and some jeans.”
“A clean sweater. With clean jeans, and a fucking scarf.” Mikey pointed out, directing the tip of his metal canteen towards Frank.
“I don’t have to wear band t-shirts all the time.” Frank said harshly, shoving a pickle spear in his mouth. “It’s not like I don’t have free-reign over my clothing choices.”
“You do. But it’s not just that, because it’s something else. You like, did your hair.” Ray motioned towards Frank’s mess of blonde and brown hair. It was all put up into some mohawk thing, the old highlights yellowed the tips, blending oddly well together. “And stuff.”
“Well, I have to go to class.” Frank said, picking up his lunch bag and shoving his trash inside. Ray grabbed his ankle, still sitting on the grass.
“You going with us to the diner like usual?”
Frank blinked, and then cursed. “Shit, oh dude. I forgot that we go on Friday, um.” he cracked his knuckles, “I don’t know. I forgot to ask mom. She hasn’t...yeah.” Bob nodded slowly, “But Mikey should go.” they all stared at him, “With you, to the diner.”
“Oh! Um, I don’t know.” Mikey started, tucking his canteen into his hoodie pocket. “I guess?” Bob smiled, and Ray kind of nodded. He looked like he was going to say something, when the bell rang.
“Bye!” said Frank, as he shoved his trash into the garbage. He ran towards the door’s and went inside.
“What’s up with him, man?” Bob asked Ray as they slowly walked into the cafeteria, Ray shook his head.
“Don’t know man. Don’t know.”
~
“Quiet down, quiet down!”
The kids all shuffled into their seats, arranging bags and pencils. All eyes were on Mr.Way now, especially one student’s, Frank.
“Today, we will be doing whatever we want, because class ends a half hour early due to the game.” Gerard started, as he stacked some paper together. A kid in the back raised his hand. “Yeah, Tyler?”
“Whatever we want?”
Gerard smirked, “Whatever you want.”
“Heck yeah!” Tyler hooted, leaning over his neighbors desk to high five his friend. Frank was also very enthusiastic. He only had a mere forty-five minutes to do nothing with, and then he could hang out with Gerard.
The rest of the kids milled around the room to find their friends desks, while Frank drew lazily on his black binder. A tattoo he wanted when he turned eighteen. HALLOWEEN sprawled in silver ink along the binder, since like, eighth grade. One of the many he’d drawn on it since he started getting into the ink.
“What’s that?”
Frank looked up. He must have not noticed the small freshman slide into the seat next to him. “Um, just a rough sketch of a tattoo I want.” The kid nodded slowly, his hat falling forward a little. He pushed it up, making his hair scrunch underneath it.
“I’m Patrick.” he waved his finger’s a little bit. “I don’t want any, but my friend Pete has some.” he flicked his eyes over to a kid who was playing with a lighter next to the door. “He hasn’t finished any of them.”
Frank set down his pen, and leaned back in his chair. “I have a sleeve. And some on my chest and back. But, like, I can’t get any on my hands yet.” he looked longingly at his fingers, “School policy.”
“You have a sleeve?” Patrick reached down and pulled the purple fabric of Frank’s arm hem up, revealing a lot of ink. “How did I not notice that?”
Frank laughed, pulling the fabric down. “I only wear sweaters, or jackets all the time.” he noticed Gerard facing towards the whiteboard, ear pressed hard against his cellphone. “Anyways, I’m Frank.”
“I know.” Patrick said blushing, “We hear about you all the time in music in music class. You’re a prodigy.”
“What?” said Frank, shaking his head. “Dude, no. I am not a prodigy.”
“What! You play guitar, and sing. And like take photos and stuff. And write.” Patrick named off, counting them on his fingers. “You got asked to come here. On full scholarship. I had to pay, and so did most of the other kids.” Frank opened his mouth- “So shut up.”
Frank burst out in giggles, sounding like a total stoner. “Okay, whatever.” he looked up at the clock. “Oh, we only have five minutes left of class kid.”
“Don’t call me kid.” Patrick said, hiding back a smile. “Twerp.”
Frank smirked, “Get outta here.”
Patrick got up and walked back to his seat by the weird kid with the lighter. They traded small conversation, before glancing over at Frank, and then getting up and standing by the door. “Kids.” Frank thought, laughing at himself. Maybe he’d ask Patrick...and Pete? Yeah, Pete- to sit with them at lunch. They seemed like cool guys. Frank got out of his seat, and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He casually clicked his heel on the floor, watching dust come off his boots.
The bell rang.
“Thank fucking god.” he said to himself, watching people litter out as fast as possible. When the last few people walked out, he waited a bit before going over and closing the door.
“Stressful day?”
Frank turned around. A pair of light green eyes met his. “Yeah, pretty much.” he felt Gerard wrap his arms around his waist. “Missed you though.” Gerard nuzzled his neck, hot breath tickling the skin there. He pulled away suddenly.
“How’s your bite since yesterday?”
Frank pulled down the fabric of his scarf, revealing a tattoo like formation of scars. “Okay, I feel like, when I’m away from you, I have a hangover.”
“A hangover? Like how?” Gerard asks, leaning in closer.
Frank fluttered his eyelashes, “I just...I couldn’t sleep after you dropped me off at home. And all day I could feel you, like, around. I knew where you were.” he frowned, “And I keep getting this itch under my skin. Like, it’s not an itch, but more like I’m waiting for something.”
“We should go somewhere and talk about this.” Gerard suggested, grabbing Frank’s hand. “Ill explain then.”
“The park?” Frank suggested, then gasped. “Oh can you even go in the sun? I mean like, does it hurt?”
Gerard laughed, walking over to his desk and grabbed his laptop bag. “Um, no. I can go outside, but It’s complicated. I'll explain. Meet you at the park?”
Frank blinked.
“We don’t want to get caught. I’m three years older than you. And your teacher, Frankie.”
Frank nodded, “Okay, see you.” he left Gerard with a kiss on the cheek.
~
“Took you long enough.”
Frank looked down at Gerard, who was sitting criss-cross-applesauce underneath the jungle gym. “Yeah, well” he sat down in the mulch, leaning against the wooden structure, “I had to walk unlike you.”
Gerard looked startled, “You don’t have a car?”
“Dude, no. Bob drives me everywhere.”
‘Well, now I can drive you everywhere.” Gerard said, as he shuffled closer, pulling Frank to his chest. “We should talk about this stuff that’s going on.” Frank just nodded, before sighing.
“Okay, shoot.”
“So I can go in the sun, but it makes my senses fuzzy. That’s why we avoid it, or wear heavy clothes. It’s like a mental block, making our senses go from vampire, to human. It’s odd.” Gerard started, waving his hands around a bit. “I was also born a vampire.”
Frank pulled away, “How does that work? Oh my god, are you like a hundred years old?”
“No,” said Gerard, wiping some dust off his jeans. “I am twenty, and I stopped aging on my eighteenth birthday. We age to full maturity when we get there.”
“What about me?”
“What about you, Frank?”
“When you turn me, what will happen?”
Gerard coughed, “When I turn you? Well, if I turn you-”
“You’re fucking turning me, asshole.” Frank said haughtily, raising both eyebrows. “I’m yours forever.”
“When I turn you, we have to go to court.” Gerard said slowly, “And they will make you sit in a black room until night comes. But they might not like it.”
“Like what?”
“That you’re...a man.”
“Why?”
Gerard looked over his shoulder, through the legs of the jungle gym. “Because you can’t reproduce the way they want you to.” when he looked at Frank, he saw the boy was looking hard at him. “I don’t even know if we are mates, Frank. I just claimed you, but, you might not have the same mark as me.”
Frank scratched at his head, “What mark?”
Gerard turned his head, and pulled his hair back. Frank didn’t notice it at first, but then he saw the small white rounded cross, with rose vines twirling around it, just behind his ear. It blended in with his white skin, but was just a shade lighter to make the detail visible. “You see it?”
“You won’t believe me, Gerard.” Frank pulled down the back of his sweater, his shoulder blades tan against the purple fabric. “Look.” he twisted his arm around to point at the light tan cross over his right shoulder blade, only visible if you looked hard enough.
“How long have you had that?” Gerard said, running his fingertips over it.
“Since I was born. The hospital freaked out, and my mom kind of got all weird about it. None of my friends know.”
“Fuck, Frankie.” Gerard whispered, leaning in close. “You’re my mate.”
“Yeah, I fucking know.” Frank said before crashing his lips hard against Gerard’s.
Notes
BAM BITCHES.I updated. And probably will again this week.
My other story is on hold, cuz I am having writer's block on that one...so.
OH AND FRANKIE AND GEES LITTLE MARK
Yeah so.
I LOVE YOU GOISSSS, MY LOVELIES!
XoXo Sage
lmao sorry about that dude. Really glad you're writing again, and I Feel You. I'm excited to read the re-writes!
1/9/17