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Jade was a twenty-year old geek with a thing for techno and Coca Cola. Plus, he could play the shit out of this expensive-looking Gibson he owned. In other words, it didn't take him long to become my closest friend.
This wasn't too much of a shocker as I'd never really made too many friends. As stated before-I was just Mikey's reclusive older brother. I'd always had a bit more mature style than most in my class.
At twelve I was obsessed with a ragged VHS my grandma had given me of Riverdance + I listened to Queen's "A Kind of Magic" almost everyday.
Jade sent my cellphone buzzing on Friday, just three days after I'd chucked a Blizzard at him. He asked me if I wanted to come over and hang.
I looked around the empty home with all of its bland white walls, its beige carpets-so perfectly neat and unused. There was nothing eyecatching about this house. And why should there be? There was never anything going on here anyways. A wave of anger sped through my veins soundlessly. Once again Mikey was not home. This newfound heat in me only reinforced my decision as my fingers danced back on the phone's keyboard-
Sure be there in a few.
So I left a sticky not for Mikey on the [still] broken refrigerator, and headed out of the practically vacant house.
When Jade had told me the directions to his house, I thought he had been kidding. I had lived here in ___[help me with town] all of my life and had never come across Killian's Landing ever.
You wouldn't think it would be too hard to find it where I lived. We were for a main part a normal suburban with its two story houses-white, yellow or wood. Nothing too outlandish. We lived side by side with our own little driveways and fences. Quaint, I think would be the best word for it.
But to reach Jade's house would mean I was to leave my familiar little town and travel on the deserted backroads with only gigantic fields of vacancy for company.
I must've passed that damn sign four times. It was a ragged old thing, practically shrouded in the underbrush of a plethora of leafy green bushes, but nonetheless it faintly read, "Killian's Landing."
I gazed down the road beyond it.
Took a glance at my car.
Then back at the damned road.
There was no way in hell.
Much like the sign, the road was flooded with nature as it sprouted gloriously over what was supposed to be a path for cars to safely pass by. The road was so crowded with sun-sucking greenery that even now my leg was caught in a thorny vine. Guess I was going to have to trek it by foot.
I was vaguely reminded of Snow White as she had run through the treacherous forest and found sanctuary by cheery little woodland creatures. This forest was getting pretty bad-now where the HELL were my furry little friends?
My palms began to sweat beneath my skeleton-gloved hands as the sun went down. Did Jade seriously drive through all of this? Finally the number trees became sparse and gave way to a clearing. It was a grand yet old, white house. Three stories with blue shutters and a wrap-around porch. Sure, the paint was chipping and the stairs were broken and the windows were caked in dust. But you could tell in it's time the house had been beautiful.
I only stood there for a moment or so because then suddenly she walked out onto the porch.

[Elliot's POV]

I had walked outside to go and retrieve the Titantic movie Jade had thrown, but instead found a vampire standing there outside of my house.
Or atleast he sure did look like one. Standing there, his hair a dangerous red at the top with cruel black falling over his eyes. He grinned, showing off celeb-white teeth and abnormally sharp canines. But really I think it was the eyes that did it for me. Their color wasn't as risky as the rest of him. In fact they were filled with summer's warm, golden sand and the sea's green waves. They were soothing.
And I drowned in them practically.
"Hiya!" he greeted me in an overly-friendly fashion.
Unable to control my actions, his eyes remaining on me, I simply found myself picking up my VHS and simply slamming back the screen door.
"JADE!" I screamed. That vampire must've done something to my little twelve-year-old brain because all of a sudden I was all out of whack.
Just as I'd called, my brother came bounding down the steps.
"Hey, I thought I told you that movie was banned from this house," he said gruffly with crossed arms.
"Oh c'mon everyone knows the ship sinks at the end. Why were you so shocked? ...Um...who's that vam- I mean, uh, that guy out there?"
Jade raised his eyebrow and stood still for awhile. I wondered if he was making fun of me [which he usually did] or honestly couldn't remember himself.
I guessed it must've been the 2nd one because finally he replied,
"Oh, it must be Gerard."
My heart sped up a bit as Jade confirmed a name and I knew I wasn't seeing random gorgeous guys. He was real. Suddenly I felt very aware of my grimy sweat pants and my ragged paint-smeared Cure t-shirt that my baby fat pudge poked in. Jade didn't help when he messed my hair playfully.
"I can't tell whether its curly or just not brushed, doll."
But before I could do anything to save myself, the vampire model was pounding at the door. Jade let him in.
"You're two hours too late. I've already picked up a new friend."
"What, did they have to beat you up in order to obtain that title?"
Who was this guy? Gerard caught my staring eyes as he met them again.
"Hello again,"he said, this time with a slight laugh behind his words. I felt embarrassed. It must've been weird for him to see me, this cave-looking girl, just randomly come up and slam the door on his 'hiya.' I must've looked psycho.
"Oh by the way this is my little sister, Elliot," Jade introduced me, almost showcasing my messy self. Gerard, however, didn't seem to noticed though as he brought up,
"Wait-the guy's name is Jade and-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know I always get told I should be the Elliot," Jade explained quickly, a little annoyed. It was a normal thing to come up in introductions and I for one took comfort in it.
He hadn't even seemed to notice my looks.
Hesistantly I looked back into his warm eyes again and they still shown with the same kindness as he asked,
"Would you mind if I called you Elle?"
Despite my hot face I was smiling as I replied back, "Yeah everyone calls me that."
I could see why Jade had chosen to be friends with him. Jade offered our new [and first] guest a drink.
As we headed off to the kitchen, Gerard asked the dreaded question-
"So do you all live here by yourselves?"
"Yep," Jade said shortly.
"What about-"
"Parents died when I was fourteen and Elle was six. As soon as I was old enough, I took Elle under my custody and we moved out here just a few months ago. The rent's cheap, but its waaay different than the city." Jade seemed to sum up our lives so shortly, plainly spreading it out to be seen. He easily skipped over the gray years filled with nothing but just overwhelming sadness and self pity.
"I'm sorry about your parents," Gerard said softly, something behind his words. Jade didn't pry into it. He never did.
"Coke or Coke?"
I watched Gerard's face spark to life again.
"Uh...I'm guessing no Pep-"
"No we don't say that word in this household," I warned him playfully, beginning to feel my blush blending back into my pale skin. Gerard slit his eyes and gave a cat like smirk while he crossed his arms.
"Oh c'mon PEPSI is wayyy better."
"Do I have to chuck this can at your head?"
"Tsk, tsk. Must we solve EVERYTHING with violence?" Gerard shot playfully back. Had Jade really met this guy just yesterday?
Suddenly Gerard was holding the Blur album that Jade had left on the kitchen counter.
"Dude, seriously?" he asked, holding it up.
"What you don't like them?"
"Are you kidding? Song 2 is the best track on here."
"I can play that on guitar."
"Really?"
"Yeah lemme show you."
And with that they were off upstairs and I knew Jade was showing Gerard his "baby." Even though we were always tight on money, he would never give up his guitar. I would never let him. In a few minutes I heard the familiar buzz of Jade plugging up his amp and begin to play the familiar chords I'd heard him try over and over through the late hours of the night.
Then I heard a voice. It was faint, but hit something in me. I followed it upstairs, trapped in its spell. The voice had an edge about it, something uncontrollable-desperate, angry, and maybe even a little crazy. The voice cracked, it went low, it hit high-and made the song I'd heard over a million times make sense and come to life. Goosebumps down my arm, peeking through my brother's door-I saw Gerard sitting on Jade's bed while Jade sat on the floor, all the meanwhile belting out this chilling voice. From that moment on, I knew two things to be true:
I would be seeing a lot more of Gerard around here.
And that somehow in a part of my heart I didn't quite understand yet-I was in love with him.
Unfortunately, as I would realize in the days to come, I was too young at the time to understand it.

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