Skylines And Turnstiles

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Hello! I havent written a genuine book in quite some time so I dont expect this to be any good, I'm gonna try my best to stick with the plot since I'm used to oneshots.

This story is going to mention heavy topics such as drug usage, suicide, self harm, ect. If theres something I haven't mentioned at the top of this then I will mention it on the part it occurs.
There will be an age gap between Frank and gee, Frank 17 and gee 21
There will be the occasional POV switch but most of it (should be) written in 3rd Pov
Enough of my rambling tho, onto the fic<3

Sorry for errors!

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2:12 AM Frank stared at the digital clock on his bedside table, watching as time ticked by. Seconds. Minutes.

He was stuck in a trance. Body barely moving, only the occasional twitch and the rise and fall of his chest from breathing. He stilled, watching as the clock slowly changed numbers. He had finally been pulled away from this trance, looking from the clock to the roof. A loud sigh came from the boy as he sat up, turning his body and his legs dangling off the bed, he closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, the dark locks falling to frame his face as his hand went further on his head.

He stood, finding it far to early to be awake, but not able to find that sense of tiredness he craved. He groaned lightly as he stretched then bent over, picking up the pair of skinny jeans he disregarded earlier in the night. He put them on, wiggling his hips to pull them up fully, once finally on he buttoned the jeans and found a shirt near by, hanging on the chair by his desk. Tugging the cloth over his head, he looked in the mirror with a lazy smile, the faded Misfits shirt, the fiend skull barely noticeable from how many yesrs that shirt has seen. Frank shrugged it off, thinking the look was good enough, Frank sat back on the bed to pull on his worn out converse, tying the laces tightly before he grabbed his phone and headphones. He opened his bedroom window quietly and snaked out the window, he left it open seeing as he would be back soon enough. Now walking towards the street, he put the headphones on, playing his favorite playlist for late nights.

He strolled around the streets happily, wandering anywhere and everywhere. He danced around in the middle of the roads, feeling nothing but free in the early August breeze, somewhat hot, yet cold at the same time. He knew he had school the next day but he couldnt care any less, he was happy and care-free. As his walk went on, the further he got from home, him being at least 15 minutes from his house by now, 15 minutes reaching 20, 20 reaching 40, and 40 reaching an hour. He hadn't noticed how far he was until he came across a bridge. He checked his phone, 3:23 AM.

Groaning, he put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the unfamiliar bridge, a dark shadow sitting near the edge.

Confused, Frank walked to the shadow, as stupid as that was, he inched closer, step after step. "Hello?" He called out to the figure, trying to see who was there. His anxiety was spiking, he knew he shouldn't walk up to strangers, especially at night, but can you blame the boy? He was courious. The figure looked at him, just staring at the teen.

Frank was now a mere 5 feet apart from the person. Having a clearer look, he noticed it was just a boy, someone who seemed around his age, maybe older by a year or two.

"Hi." He managed to choke out, still freaked a little as to why the boy was out this late. And with his pasty white skin and skinny face, he could've sworn the stranger was a vampire.

Frank felt dumb for thinking that but it was a possibility, Frank was pulled from his thoughts when the boy spoke.

"Hello.." Gerard replied, a little on edge and kind of awkward. He hadn't planned on anyone showing up.