This is ssooo bad but.. Will Gerard be better or for worst when he meets a total stranger who has a wierd twist. IMPLIED SEXIENESS
Gerard looked out the grimy school window to see a jet-black owl, feathers shimmering in the reflection from the snow. He thought owls ony came out at night. Cool.
He retrieved his sketch pad from underneath his desk, and with it a box of colored pencils. He began to draw the owl, black pencil making delicate lines on the paper, outlining the beautiful bird.
The owl in question tilted it's head, as though posing for the drawing. Gerard laughed, getting a few wierd looks from the rest of the class. None of which seemed to notice the creature on the windowsill. Oh well. Their loss.
RRRIIINNNGGGGG the obnoxious school bell sounded. Gerard gathered his things along with the rest of the class and took one last look at the owl. It was gone... Leaving no prints on the downy coating of snow that covered the sill.
Gerard grabbed his owl drawing and escaped the grey school walls that always seemed to be closing in on him. Then, he headed to the forest to take his daily route home to avoid the homophobic bullies that lined the streets like stray gum.
A stray gust of wind then attacked him, Somehow gentally taking the picture of the owl from Gerards grasp. He watched it billow away, thinking how everything he worked hard on was taken. The band he was kicked out of, his math homework... Well, maybe he didn't work so hard in that, but that didn't give that kid an excused to take it from him and shove it down a toilet.
Soon, the snow-covered trees crept into Gerard's vision. He disappeared into the trees, engulfed in their comforting embrace. He looked to the tops of the trees, hoping for another sighting of the night-black owl.
Soon, his odd wish was granted. Yellow-hazel eyes peered down at him from a branch peeking out above his head.
He looked down at his bag and grabbed his sketchbook, planning to redraw the owl. But when Gerard looked up, a tattooed teen was sitting where the owl had been. He was wearing one earring, a long black feather on a silver chain. His hair formed a mini-hawk, raven black as the owl's plumage. More importantly, how the actual fuck did he get up there?!?
"Hi." he said simply. "Please don't go away... So many others run. Stay, please?" he asked. The way he said it, I could never leave. The strange kid leapt from the tree, somehow landing on his feet without breaking his legs. In his hand was.. Gerard's owl drawing!
"Where did you get that?" said Gerard.
"I love the lines of the feathers around my head. And my eyes are spot on." he said.
"Your....?" Gerard whispered, scared now.
"Yes." he said. "You'd think I'd get reincarnated as something cool, ya know, like a bat. But nooo, I am a freaking OWL!"
"Reincarnated?" Gerard asked, amazed.
"Yeah, ya' know, you die and come back as something else. Although I can stay human for a small period of time, your stuck with what you get. Sucks man." said Owl Boy.
"Your... dead ??!!" said Gerard.
"As a door nail." He answered. "Didn't even see the bus coming."
Frank stepped closer to Gerard, a cool breeze following him like a mist.
"And you know what is actually really cool about being dead?" he said.
"What?" Gerard asked.
"I can sense who you are. I can feel like I've known you for years." breathed Frank, closer to Gerard now. "and I can let you see the same of me." he almost whispered. Then, he put his forehead to Gerard's, and he saw. He saw that the boy's name was Frank, that he liked everything Gerard liked, that skittles was his favorite candy, that he had played gutiar, and.... And something else..
Quite an embaracing crush. That formed in two seconds. Desperate much?
"Um.." said Gerard when the contact left his skin, now coated with goosebumps.
"I can read minds." said Frank. "It's useful." Frank moved closer. "Than" closer. "you" closer. "might" closer, "think." liplock.
Wait, liplock ?!?!
Frank's lips moved against his, soft and deep, tounge peeking out into Gerard's mouth. Gerard's hands moved to Frank's hips as Frank's hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close.
"Hey fag, got little animal friends now?" said George, the school's most ridiculously religious homophobic freak that was worshipped by cheerleaders with herpes from about half the male population of the state.
"Here, let me show little Mama Owl who's boss!" he said when Gerard ignored him, Frank perched firmly on his shoulder. Then, he threw a rock at him. He missed. But Frank noticed and flew into the air. Gerard calmly kept walking, smirking to himself.
"Have your woodland friends left you, snow white? Huh? Was tha-" but he didn't have time to finish as Frank was fluttering in his face.
"EWW! Gerroff!!" said George. "That thing is freaky!"
"You haven't seen freaky yet, my friend." said Owl Frank.
"HOLYMOTHERFUCK" George screamed, running down the street.
"Run from my woodland friends!" Gerard called. "Next I'm bringing Bambi!!"
"Nice!!" said now- human Frank. "Halo at yours?"
"Halo at mine. And I got you a little something." said Gee.
"LEMME SEEEE!!" Frank said, grabbing the tiny package and ripping it open.
"Skittle Flavored Lube?!?!" Frank read.
"Yup!" said Gerard, dragging an overjoyed Frank by the wrist.