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Crimson & Clover
"Well, cos we are nice guys we just came to collect an apology from you, without any harm." He smirked. x
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A/N: Chapter is kinda short :/ I wanted your advice on something. My crush just told my best friend he likes her and I'm feeling like SHIT .-. I mean, I have been crushing on him for like two years ;_; Idk if I should let it go and let them be happy together cuz she really likes him back, or I should like tell him but then I'd get her upset and then...whatever. idk really >.< I suck at this relationship stuff considering I never even had anyone liking me like...ever o_o oh well, Tumblr is my boyfriend I guess that'll do.....Anyways no more pointless rambling about my pathetic personal life, here is the second chapter and I hope you like it :)
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Chapter two
Crimson & Clover by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
Irrelevant chapter title
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Frank peered out the window, after the boy had jumped. He was no where to be seen. Frank was feeling confused and anxious because of what had just happened. He still wore the same expression of shock, even after the boy had left. Frank contemplated whether he should call the police or not. "This boy broke into my house, he could do it again," he thought, but finally decided against it. He would act out if it happened again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his stomach rumbling, he hadn't eaten since yesterday and he felt sick. Putting on a pair of boxers and an old, plain blue shirt, he skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. His stomach was demanding food, so he opened the stainless steel fridge that stood firmly in the right side of the kitchen. Pulling out the serving of Lasagna, he cut himself a large piece and put the rest back in the fridge. While he waited for his dinner to heat, he heard a knock on the door. Frank groaned and went to get it. Why couldn't people leave him for peace today? He had been having a shit day, and he was tired. He deserved some alone time the least. Frank lazily made his way to the door.
As Frank opened it, he saw who stood on his porch and tried slamming it shut again but failed as they had extended their foot, preventing it from shutting.
"What do you want?" Demanded Frank.
"What? Can't stop by and visit ma buddy?" He sneered.
"You're not welcome in my house, please leave," Frank said, trying to stay calm, but failing as he obviously looked terrified.
"N'aww Frank, don't be like that. Me and my friends here just came back to receive an apology from you. Since you had told on us, we got suspended and really upset us. Hadn't we been friends for a long time? You should know better," He made a tsk tsk noise. Frank attempted to glare at him, but he knew he ended up looking like a frog.
"Well, cos we are nice guys we just came to collect an apology from you, without any harm." He smirked.
"Fine, I'm sorry. Now please leave," Frank said.
"Dear, we didn't mean that kind of an apology. I'm here to collect," He said while rubbing his thumb against his index and middle finger.
Frank tried slamming the door again, but once again failed as the three muscular boys shoved their way into his house.
"Since you aren't being cooperative, we'll just have to teach you a lesson, eh?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound terrified Frank. The three boys circled Frank. Frank looked at Jason, their leader, as he smirked obviously enjoying the younger boy's fear.
"I'll call the police," Frank threatened.
"You'd be unconscious, and you won't remember anything when you wake up, that is IF you wake up," he snarled, grabbing Frank by the collar of his shirt. They slammed the young boy into the walls. Frank felt a few fists collide with his jaw, and several blows in his stomach. His vision started to get blurry, and his body was begging for them to stop. He was sodden in pain, and he felt his eyes droop shut, but he knew he was still unconscious. He still felt the repeated blows slam his chest and he was positive he broke a few ribs.
"Whoa, Jason man, calm down. We don't wanna kill him or anything," Frank could make out the voice belonging to a senior called Ray Toro. He thought the punches would stop, but they just kept coming.
"Jason, I said STOP," yelled Ray. Suddenly he felt no more punches thrown at him, and Frank took that opportunity to let the darkness consume him.
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"You are so delicate, you get hurt so easily," Frank heard a voice coo. He opened his eyes to be met by the ivy green irises of Gerard.
"Where am I?" Frank muttered, getting up. He expected for his body to be in immense pain, but he sat up easily as if nothing happened. They seemed to be in a forest, of some sort.
"I dunno," came the reply.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Frank asked, he was feeling really uncomfortable with his new and obvious stalker.
'Gerard' chuckled. "'Cause you're different."
Frank raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'different'?" This wasn't normal right?
"I know about your abilities, I was hoping you could help me," he admitted.
"How did you know?!" Frank asked, shocked. No one knew. Absolutely no one knew about Frank's abilities, except for his physics teacher, Mr. Montgomery. Aside from being an average teacher, he was also a paranormal investigator; he taught Frank some information about the paranormal and made use of his abilities when he was investigating.
"Your teacher, Mr. Montgomery, told me to speak with you, as I need your assistance," Gerard explained. "I wanted to explain that to you earlier but you seemed in a pissy mood so I thought I would leave you to yourself for a while and come back later."
"You said you were dead for two days. That is impossible. If you were a spirit I would have sensed you. I would have known from your aura. And I wouldn't be able to see you," Frank said, he was confused.
Gerard shrugged. He was obviously just as confused as Frank himself, and Frank couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. Unless this WAS a joke. There was a moment of silence. No one spoke, and Frank was starting to feel a tad awkward.
"Where is Jason?" Frank suddenly asked, memories of today's previous events flooded his mind. Shouldn't he be wounded right now? In pain?
Gerard smiled, then in a soft voice said: "Close your eyed, Frank,"
Frank did as he was told.
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When he re-opened his eyes, they were instantly over come by bright whiteness. He was in a white room, in a white bed, and he could hear steady beeps. He looked to his side and found the senior with the giant afro, Ray Toro, staring nervously at him.
What the fuck? All this was a dream?
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[*A/N: Ya know what? I really hate this chapter >.
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Chapter two
Crimson & Clover by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
Irrelevant chapter title
******
Frank peered out the window, after the boy had jumped. He was no where to be seen. Frank was feeling confused and anxious because of what had just happened. He still wore the same expression of shock, even after the boy had left. Frank contemplated whether he should call the police or not. "This boy broke into my house, he could do it again," he thought, but finally decided against it. He would act out if it happened again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his stomach rumbling, he hadn't eaten since yesterday and he felt sick. Putting on a pair of boxers and an old, plain blue shirt, he skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. His stomach was demanding food, so he opened the stainless steel fridge that stood firmly in the right side of the kitchen. Pulling out the serving of Lasagna, he cut himself a large piece and put the rest back in the fridge. While he waited for his dinner to heat, he heard a knock on the door. Frank groaned and went to get it. Why couldn't people leave him for peace today? He had been having a shit day, and he was tired. He deserved some alone time the least. Frank lazily made his way to the door.
As Frank opened it, he saw who stood on his porch and tried slamming it shut again but failed as they had extended their foot, preventing it from shutting.
"What do you want?" Demanded Frank.
"What? Can't stop by and visit ma buddy?" He sneered.
"You're not welcome in my house, please leave," Frank said, trying to stay calm, but failing as he obviously looked terrified.
"N'aww Frank, don't be like that. Me and my friends here just came back to receive an apology from you. Since you had told on us, we got suspended and really upset us. Hadn't we been friends for a long time? You should know better," He made a tsk tsk noise. Frank attempted to glare at him, but he knew he ended up looking like a frog.
"Well, cos we are nice guys we just came to collect an apology from you, without any harm." He smirked.
"Fine, I'm sorry. Now please leave," Frank said.
"Dear, we didn't mean that kind of an apology. I'm here to collect," He said while rubbing his thumb against his index and middle finger.
Frank tried slamming the door again, but once again failed as the three muscular boys shoved their way into his house.
"Since you aren't being cooperative, we'll just have to teach you a lesson, eh?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound terrified Frank. The three boys circled Frank. Frank looked at Jason, their leader, as he smirked obviously enjoying the younger boy's fear.
"I'll call the police," Frank threatened.
"You'd be unconscious, and you won't remember anything when you wake up, that is IF you wake up," he snarled, grabbing Frank by the collar of his shirt. They slammed the young boy into the walls. Frank felt a few fists collide with his jaw, and several blows in his stomach. His vision started to get blurry, and his body was begging for them to stop. He was sodden in pain, and he felt his eyes droop shut, but he knew he was still unconscious. He still felt the repeated blows slam his chest and he was positive he broke a few ribs.
"Whoa, Jason man, calm down. We don't wanna kill him or anything," Frank could make out the voice belonging to a senior called Ray Toro. He thought the punches would stop, but they just kept coming.
"Jason, I said STOP," yelled Ray. Suddenly he felt no more punches thrown at him, and Frank took that opportunity to let the darkness consume him.
***
"You are so delicate, you get hurt so easily," Frank heard a voice coo. He opened his eyes to be met by the ivy green irises of Gerard.
"Where am I?" Frank muttered, getting up. He expected for his body to be in immense pain, but he sat up easily as if nothing happened. They seemed to be in a forest, of some sort.
"I dunno," came the reply.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Frank asked, he was feeling really uncomfortable with his new and obvious stalker.
'Gerard' chuckled. "'Cause you're different."
Frank raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'different'?" This wasn't normal right?
"I know about your abilities, I was hoping you could help me," he admitted.
"How did you know?!" Frank asked, shocked. No one knew. Absolutely no one knew about Frank's abilities, except for his physics teacher, Mr. Montgomery. Aside from being an average teacher, he was also a paranormal investigator; he taught Frank some information about the paranormal and made use of his abilities when he was investigating.
"Your teacher, Mr. Montgomery, told me to speak with you, as I need your assistance," Gerard explained. "I wanted to explain that to you earlier but you seemed in a pissy mood so I thought I would leave you to yourself for a while and come back later."
"You said you were dead for two days. That is impossible. If you were a spirit I would have sensed you. I would have known from your aura. And I wouldn't be able to see you," Frank said, he was confused.
Gerard shrugged. He was obviously just as confused as Frank himself, and Frank couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. Unless this WAS a joke. There was a moment of silence. No one spoke, and Frank was starting to feel a tad awkward.
"Where is Jason?" Frank suddenly asked, memories of today's previous events flooded his mind. Shouldn't he be wounded right now? In pain?
Gerard smiled, then in a soft voice said: "Close your eyed, Frank,"
Frank did as he was told.
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When he re-opened his eyes, they were instantly over come by bright whiteness. He was in a white room, in a white bed, and he could hear steady beeps. He looked to his side and found the senior with the giant afro, Ray Toro, staring nervously at him.
What the fuck? All this was a dream?
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[*A/N: Ya know what? I really hate this chapter >.
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