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Take My Fucking Hand
3 ReviewsGorgeous neighbours, cigarettes and dark ally ways.
Hello!!!!!!
Right so I was stuck on the two stories I'm writing, so trust me to have another idea. So I wrote it down, and here it is. I've got an idea for chapter 2 so it might be out soon :)
Anyway, hope you like it, and are not mad at me for not concentrating on my other books!
Pleez r&r and maybe read my other books? hint hint
Franks p.o.v.
I am, by no way, social.
I would rather stay in my room, by myself than talk to anyone on this earth. Everyday when I get home from school, I immediately go up stairs to my room and listen to music or play my guitar. I'm no different at school, I wander from class to class, not even bothering with gym class. I sit at the back of the class, by myself and if someone is made to sit next to me, I act as if they don't exist.
I wasn't always a loner, I had friends before I moved. Bob ( my old best friend) and I had sleepovers nearly every weekend and would stay up all night watching horror movies. We had told each other everything, I even told him that I was gay. He's the only one who knows, not even my mom knows.
Then we moved. And now I'm alone.
He stills texts me though, but its not the same. I miss him.
And now 3 months after i've moved, I still haven't made any friends.
I roll over in my bed, looking at the soft blue glow coming from my alarm clock, it read 3:57. I groan and roll back over, attempting to fall asleep. Not being able to sleep well doesn't do any favours. Neither does having a mohawk, dyed hair, a lip ring and wearing black and red eye liner, band hoodies and tight skinny jeans.
Dreading tomorrow, I drift into sleep of which I never want to wake up from.
~
The sound of my alarm clack pierced the scilence of my dreams at around 7:30 in the morning. I groan and roll out of bed, landing on a small pile of comic books. After picking myself up off of the floor, I look around my room, scanning for clean clothes. Picking up a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a black checkered shirt I head for the bathroom. Having a quick shower I get changed and face my reflection in the mirror. Looking back at me was a skinny boy with yesterday's black eye liner still on, a black messy mohawk and large brown eyes. Wiping off the eye liner I re-applied it and did a feeble attempt at sorting my hair.
I go down the stairs and switch the kettle on, gathering what I needed. I glance out my window at the house next to me, our kitchen windows face each other, which is quite awkward when you look across seeing them. (Especially if your listening to your favourite song and start head-banging in the kitchen. Not like that's ever happened to me....) Oh and did I mention that one of the most gorgeous people in the world lives there? No? Well they do, and their gorgeous.
The kettle clicks, singling that it's done. I pour my coffee, grabbing my cereal I sit at the kitchen table. After breakfast I shove my shoes on, grab my key and shout bye to my mom who was just coming down the stairs as I leave. Just as I close the door I notice next doors open and two boys step out, both tall but except from that, they look totally different. One had gelled down hair with his glasses on the end of his nose, and misfits t-shirt, i think his name was Mikey, he's in my class. The other had raven coloured hair, dark eyes lined with eye liner and had very skinny jeans on. He was the year above me, his name was Gerard and he was gorgeous.
They normally leave at the same time as me so I see them most mornings. I never walk with them, even though they only walked a few meters behind me.
I turn the last corner and the large gray building that is Belleville High school comes into view, silently moaning I walk through the front gates, along the discarded gum and cigarette butt littered path, heading inside- just as it starts raining.
By the time my first class was half way through then I knew that it was going to be a long day. As the bell singling that third period had ended, I quickly packed my things away and headed out the door, but my relief was short lived as I suddenly remembered that I had gym next. Instead of turning right, I turned left, heading for the back exit.
Once outside, I cross the field where all the students who skipped would go to smoke. Their was only about five or six today, normally there was around ten. I sit on the patch if wall that I normally did, reaching into my pocket for my cigarette packet. I didn't notice the tall figure sit beside me as I search my bag for my lighter.
"Need a light?" A smooth velvet like voice asks. I turn to see my gorgeous neighbour, Gerard, sitting next to me, holding a lighter out to me with a warm smile on his face. "I'm Gerard by the way."
"I, er... thanks." I mumble taking the lighter gingerly. "I'm Frank." Lighting my cigarette I pass his black lighter to him, smiling in thanks.
"So, what class you skippin'?" He asks after a drag of his cigarette. The wind ruffled his hair slightly, god he was gorgeous. Oh fuck he asked me a question.
"Gym, we're doing fucking swimming" I moan remembering last time I went swimming, everybody had laughter at me. "What about you?" I asked, glancing at his perfect face.
"Yeah I hate swimming as well,
I've got, french," I hear him sigh, " I don't see why people have to have different languages all round the world." He complains. "It would be much easier if everybody spoke English." I nod in agreement. For the next 45 minutes me and Gerard talked about how shit school is, I liked talking to him, we actually had a lot in common, like the bands we liked.
"Well I got to go and meet Mikey." Gerard says, looking a bit pissed. He stubbed out his cigarette, he got off the wall then faced me, smiling he took the cigarette from my mouth, placing it in his mouth, taking a long drag. Placing it back in my mouth, he winked and started back across the field,
"See you around Frankie!" He shouted back, leaving me blushing on the wall.
As the final bell rang I launched out if my seat, into the corridor and straight to the exit - my normal routine. Then just as I reach the door I realise that I have guitar lessons, turning on my heel, I head to the music department.
The lesson went as normal, I learnt a few things, but other than that it was boring. Putting Pansy back into her case, I shrug on bag onto my back and turn to leave. Once outside I realise how dark it had gotten, but it was also really cold, so instead of taken the well lit way to my house, I decided to take the back ally's that would get me hone much quicker.
I round a corner the takes me onto a very long straight ally way, that was barely lit. Starting along it, I could feel the wind blow against my bare arms as I quicken my pace along the ally that would end at Salter Place.
Just then a sharp pain erupted at the back on my head, forcing me to fall to the cold, hard ground.
I let out a sharp breath as I hit the gritty path, banging my hand off it. I try to see who hit me, but before I could, they kicked me in stomach, hard. I lay there as the attacker continued to kick my stomach and chest, then it stopped. I heard grunting the a crash, I did my best to open my eyes. I managed to made out the scene in front of me, there was a man lying against the wall opposite me, he was obviously hurt. But then I noticed the tall, dark figure standing before me, staring at the man against the wall. The tall figure stepped closer to the man, and I swear I could hear a small growl escape the tall figures mouth. The man against the wall quickly clambered up and ran down the ally way, limping as he does it. The tall figure turns to me, I could make out his raven black hair from the dim street light. Then the pain came flooding back to me, my stomach and chest were in agony and my head was aching, I could hardly think when the figure came towards me. They carefully turned me onto my back and lifted my shirt. I could fell cold but sift hands on my stomach and chest.
"Nothing broken, your lucky" The figure whispers in my ear, with a smooth velvet like voice, I'm sure that I've heard it before, I just couldn't place it....
Then I could feel myself being lifted off the ground, then I realised that the figure was carrying me. Now that I felt safe, I felt sleepy and before I knew it, I was drifting off in the tall, dark haired figures arms.
Thank you all for reading XD
free unicorns to those who R&R
Right so I was stuck on the two stories I'm writing, so trust me to have another idea. So I wrote it down, and here it is. I've got an idea for chapter 2 so it might be out soon :)
Anyway, hope you like it, and are not mad at me for not concentrating on my other books!
Pleez r&r and maybe read my other books? hint hint
Franks p.o.v.
I am, by no way, social.
I would rather stay in my room, by myself than talk to anyone on this earth. Everyday when I get home from school, I immediately go up stairs to my room and listen to music or play my guitar. I'm no different at school, I wander from class to class, not even bothering with gym class. I sit at the back of the class, by myself and if someone is made to sit next to me, I act as if they don't exist.
I wasn't always a loner, I had friends before I moved. Bob ( my old best friend) and I had sleepovers nearly every weekend and would stay up all night watching horror movies. We had told each other everything, I even told him that I was gay. He's the only one who knows, not even my mom knows.
Then we moved. And now I'm alone.
He stills texts me though, but its not the same. I miss him.
And now 3 months after i've moved, I still haven't made any friends.
I roll over in my bed, looking at the soft blue glow coming from my alarm clock, it read 3:57. I groan and roll back over, attempting to fall asleep. Not being able to sleep well doesn't do any favours. Neither does having a mohawk, dyed hair, a lip ring and wearing black and red eye liner, band hoodies and tight skinny jeans.
Dreading tomorrow, I drift into sleep of which I never want to wake up from.
~
The sound of my alarm clack pierced the scilence of my dreams at around 7:30 in the morning. I groan and roll out of bed, landing on a small pile of comic books. After picking myself up off of the floor, I look around my room, scanning for clean clothes. Picking up a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a black checkered shirt I head for the bathroom. Having a quick shower I get changed and face my reflection in the mirror. Looking back at me was a skinny boy with yesterday's black eye liner still on, a black messy mohawk and large brown eyes. Wiping off the eye liner I re-applied it and did a feeble attempt at sorting my hair.
I go down the stairs and switch the kettle on, gathering what I needed. I glance out my window at the house next to me, our kitchen windows face each other, which is quite awkward when you look across seeing them. (Especially if your listening to your favourite song and start head-banging in the kitchen. Not like that's ever happened to me....) Oh and did I mention that one of the most gorgeous people in the world lives there? No? Well they do, and their gorgeous.
The kettle clicks, singling that it's done. I pour my coffee, grabbing my cereal I sit at the kitchen table. After breakfast I shove my shoes on, grab my key and shout bye to my mom who was just coming down the stairs as I leave. Just as I close the door I notice next doors open and two boys step out, both tall but except from that, they look totally different. One had gelled down hair with his glasses on the end of his nose, and misfits t-shirt, i think his name was Mikey, he's in my class. The other had raven coloured hair, dark eyes lined with eye liner and had very skinny jeans on. He was the year above me, his name was Gerard and he was gorgeous.
They normally leave at the same time as me so I see them most mornings. I never walk with them, even though they only walked a few meters behind me.
I turn the last corner and the large gray building that is Belleville High school comes into view, silently moaning I walk through the front gates, along the discarded gum and cigarette butt littered path, heading inside- just as it starts raining.
By the time my first class was half way through then I knew that it was going to be a long day. As the bell singling that third period had ended, I quickly packed my things away and headed out the door, but my relief was short lived as I suddenly remembered that I had gym next. Instead of turning right, I turned left, heading for the back exit.
Once outside, I cross the field where all the students who skipped would go to smoke. Their was only about five or six today, normally there was around ten. I sit on the patch if wall that I normally did, reaching into my pocket for my cigarette packet. I didn't notice the tall figure sit beside me as I search my bag for my lighter.
"Need a light?" A smooth velvet like voice asks. I turn to see my gorgeous neighbour, Gerard, sitting next to me, holding a lighter out to me with a warm smile on his face. "I'm Gerard by the way."
"I, er... thanks." I mumble taking the lighter gingerly. "I'm Frank." Lighting my cigarette I pass his black lighter to him, smiling in thanks.
"So, what class you skippin'?" He asks after a drag of his cigarette. The wind ruffled his hair slightly, god he was gorgeous. Oh fuck he asked me a question.
"Gym, we're doing fucking swimming" I moan remembering last time I went swimming, everybody had laughter at me. "What about you?" I asked, glancing at his perfect face.
"Yeah I hate swimming as well,
I've got, french," I hear him sigh, " I don't see why people have to have different languages all round the world." He complains. "It would be much easier if everybody spoke English." I nod in agreement. For the next 45 minutes me and Gerard talked about how shit school is, I liked talking to him, we actually had a lot in common, like the bands we liked.
"Well I got to go and meet Mikey." Gerard says, looking a bit pissed. He stubbed out his cigarette, he got off the wall then faced me, smiling he took the cigarette from my mouth, placing it in his mouth, taking a long drag. Placing it back in my mouth, he winked and started back across the field,
"See you around Frankie!" He shouted back, leaving me blushing on the wall.
As the final bell rang I launched out if my seat, into the corridor and straight to the exit - my normal routine. Then just as I reach the door I realise that I have guitar lessons, turning on my heel, I head to the music department.
The lesson went as normal, I learnt a few things, but other than that it was boring. Putting Pansy back into her case, I shrug on bag onto my back and turn to leave. Once outside I realise how dark it had gotten, but it was also really cold, so instead of taken the well lit way to my house, I decided to take the back ally's that would get me hone much quicker.
I round a corner the takes me onto a very long straight ally way, that was barely lit. Starting along it, I could feel the wind blow against my bare arms as I quicken my pace along the ally that would end at Salter Place.
Just then a sharp pain erupted at the back on my head, forcing me to fall to the cold, hard ground.
I let out a sharp breath as I hit the gritty path, banging my hand off it. I try to see who hit me, but before I could, they kicked me in stomach, hard. I lay there as the attacker continued to kick my stomach and chest, then it stopped. I heard grunting the a crash, I did my best to open my eyes. I managed to made out the scene in front of me, there was a man lying against the wall opposite me, he was obviously hurt. But then I noticed the tall, dark figure standing before me, staring at the man against the wall. The tall figure stepped closer to the man, and I swear I could hear a small growl escape the tall figures mouth. The man against the wall quickly clambered up and ran down the ally way, limping as he does it. The tall figure turns to me, I could make out his raven black hair from the dim street light. Then the pain came flooding back to me, my stomach and chest were in agony and my head was aching, I could hardly think when the figure came towards me. They carefully turned me onto my back and lifted my shirt. I could fell cold but sift hands on my stomach and chest.
"Nothing broken, your lucky" The figure whispers in my ear, with a smooth velvet like voice, I'm sure that I've heard it before, I just couldn't place it....
Then I could feel myself being lifted off the ground, then I realised that the figure was carrying me. Now that I felt safe, I felt sleepy and before I knew it, I was drifting off in the tall, dark haired figures arms.
Thank you all for reading XD
free unicorns to those who R&R
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