Immortals (Frerard)

One

"Here, try this," a random guy says while holding out a purple pill. I deny it because getting high at a party isn't my cup of tea. I walk off to find my best friend, Pete Wentz, grinding on a guy in a fedora. I shield my eyes at the view.

"What the fuck, Pete?" I yell over the music. The music is too loud, the place smells of booze, cocaine, and vomit, and the place is filled with bodies.

To sum everything up, I hate parties. I'm here only because I was blackmailed by the one and only, Pete Wentz.

Pete Wentz can't be trusted with any secrets. I accidentally told him that I do push ups in drag (actually, he walked in on me doing push ups in drag.)

"Patrick, meet Frank. Frank, Patrick," Pete introduced us formally as if nothing happened. He also uses the hand gestures.

I give a grunt in reply. "I'm leaving. Use protection,"  I say, winking at them. Both of them blush and I start walking to the front door. I soon approach the door and open it, walking out.

I decide to take a walk instead of going to my house, which holds a drunk father and an absent mother. She is just never home and when she is, she is hungover. She blames her actions on stress but her getting drunk is when she remembers about her "faggot of a son" (her words, not mine).

I soon realize I am walking down main street and decide to head down an alley.

I love allies because, honestly, it is more peaceful than at home. Home is where the abuse is.

I suddenly notice a strange man walking the opposite direction I am. How is he strange, you might ask. Well, he is way too pale. His skin is almost as white as milk. Also, his hood is covering his fire truck red hair and pale face. His red hair is what catches my eyes, though. I know I am describing a normal person but his aura just says "unnormal person".

I think I stare for too long because he asks, "Do you have a problem?" His voice is actually quite high pitched but you can still hear masculinity in it.

"No, um, sorry. Just staring off into space," I mutter out, lying. I do have a problem of how attractive he is (and he seems a bit off).

"Liar," he blurts out, taking me by surprise.

"What?" I ask.

"Don't ask. The important thing is that you lied," he said calmly.

"Well, I am bothered by how- you know what? This isn't any of your business."

"True. Well, my name is Gerard but I have to go. Bye, Frank." And with that, he ran off.

How the hell did he know my name? Is he a friend of Pete's? I decide to shrug it off and continue walking. I pull out my phone and text Pete a message that looks like:

F: do u know a guy named gerard?

Immediately, I get a reply that says:

P: who? Ive nvr herd tht name b4

I just decide to pocket my phone and think of the strange man with the fire truck red hair.

How did he know my name? Why does he seem so strange? How did he know that I lied to him? Why was he walking down that alley?

Then I decide to have a conversation with Pete again.

F: cn i come ovr?

P: sure. wat do u want 2 do ovr here?

F: idk. tlk?

P: abt?

F: random crap. idk.

P: oki

I pocket my phone and start my adventure to Pete's house.

~~~~~

When I get there, I notice Pete on his porch (probably waiting for me). We enter his house and make our way up his stairs to his room the size of an apartment.

We take a seat on his leather sofa.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. He may not seem like it, but he actually care for what you have to say.

"A strange guy that I met in the alley between the bank and the barber's shop," I answer truthfully. "He was strange. The aura that came off of him was strange. He said his name is Gerard. Also, he could tell that I lied and he knew my name without me telling him."

"That is weird," he replied. "How do you think he knew your name?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Huh," was all Pete said before there was a sudden noise of a branch snapping off of a tree outside Pete's window, causing us to both jump.