Frerard and Kellic oneshots kinda

I don't know what to call this chapter (Frerard)

Edit: OH MY GOD I THOUGHT IT DIDNT SAVE MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND I FREAKED OUT

This is based on a Pinterest thing I saw XD also DO NOT PLAY THE VIDEO YET

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I would like to say that I am not a weird person. People call me that all the time, but you shouldn't believe them. I'm not weird. I just have advanced thoughts. Far more advanced than the average person. 

To make this easier to understand, let me just say that nothing exists. At least, in my opinion. Quite often, life feels too good to be true. Are you in a happy relationship? The smallest thing could shatter that.  Finally found a stable, well-paying job? The most minuscule thing could shred your chances.

See my point? 

On that topic, school shouldn't exist. More specifically, high school shouldn't. But hey, that's fine because nothing really exists. 

Still, every time I go to this place resembling hell, it feels like my brain is being shredded into cement. It feels as if my soul is being tossed around in a meat grinder, but is unable to break. And that's only from the material that the school tries to force into your brain. Unimportant people push me around quite a bit, but other than that, nobody talks to me. Like I said, hell.

Usually, nothing ever catches my eyes, because I know it doesn't matter in the end. I had friends at a time, but they became terrified of me once I started to have this opinion. The cycle of "friends" continued for a while before I was ignored completely. Usually, nothing catches my eye.

Usually.

Usually.

This can't be possible. 

Something- no. Someone has caught my eye.

His hair was dyed jet black and choppy, reaching just above his shoulders. It contrasted with his ghostly pale skin, which contrasted with more black on his clothes. And to top it off, a red tie. 

Such colors made no sense to others, but I get why he might've chosen them.

But I didn't get why he stood out from the rest.

He must've chosen black clothing because it made him feel like himself. I assumed he was the type of person who looks like they could kill you but is very sweet. 

Now I don't mean this in a bullying matter, but he looks like he's going to a funeral. I shouldn't say such things because I look somewhere around the same. I might've forgotten to mention that the unimportant people call me "emo" and "goth" very often. 

I'm not sure if they're wrong or not. 

But back to this person.

Wait.

Fuck.

The person is now walking towards me.

Shit shit shit shit- 

"Hi."

Fuck.

"Hi." I am speechless. For once, I have nothing to say. He's... pretty. I would've never described a man as pretty, but he's just... mesmerizing. This has been a very strange day so far. For the first time in years, I noticed someone. Second, this... stunning person walked up to me. And now he is talking to me. 

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