Demented

New Year's Eve, Want a Kiss

*Gerard's Point Of View*

Frank's eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. It was 11:42; we were all allowed to stay up, due to good behavior. The TV depicted two hosts, while in the background, it showed where the balls dropped in Time Square. It would be 2015 very soon.

Frank's eyes were green today. A very suiting, lovely green. I looked down at our locked hands. Everyone in the room looked excited, except Frank and I.

A new year doesn't excite me, it never has. Big, upcoming events never do. I discussed this with Frank yesterday, and he felt the same way. He had told me, that if his class had maybe won something, everyone would yell, and do fist pumps. But he wouldn't feel all that excited about it. I can relate.

He went on saying that while watching Mythbusters, the team of three blew something up. They were chanting and smiling. Frank knew that if had watched something explode, he wouldn't feel very excited, like they had.

We came to the conclusion that we were emotionally discontent. Being a sociopath, I faked emotion, so no one would think I was "off". So, I faked being excited about things I thought weren't important at all. Apparently, Frank did the same. He also faked being happy, so no one would think he was depressed, but ultimately pretending became too challenging and worthless, so his depression came through. It's like how I stopped pretending things were exciting because it became tireding and it felt pathetic.

Frank and I aren't that different.

Frank smiled at me when he saw me looking at our hands. I smiled back. Did I feel the need to smile back? No. I did it because I know the mind of an empath. If I didn't smile back, that would trigger worrisome in the brain. If someone smiled at me in here, that wasn't Frank or the lunch lady, Gladys, I wouldn't smile back. I care about Frank. Gladys, I consider an acquaintance, is someone I find intriguing and intelligent. We had several conversations and she always has something interesting to say.

I looked at my navy blue Vans. The countdown began

Me and Frank joined along, but we didn't sound as happy as the others.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one!"

A chorus of happy new year's sprung out.

That's when I felt a small touch on my cheek. I looked over and saw that Frank had given me a small peck. He blushed and smiled. I smiled back. Did I feel the need to smile back? Yes.