So in this one they're humans and their gayness is real ^//3//^
Reaper's POV
I walked down the red carpet with my friends as the cameras flashed and I could hear unholy screaming from fangirls. I never really found girls attractive, but I praise the attention. We smiled and waved as we went to the white limo. Me and my friends were going to the mall. I asked to go, and we did. They always think I'm like a fucking teen girl with a group of friends, but to be fair, I do. With a Starbucks in hand, Me, My fam(I told you I acted like a teen girly girl) Life, and her boyfriend.... Well I didn't know his name, went through the crowd without getting noticed. It was pretty fun to relax and chill with friends without a bajillon fans asking for stuff. After probably 180 hours, we went back to our own houses, with bags on our arms. As I was going home, I noticed a man. He was with two others, and were looking at the shops downtown. It was a stop light, so I kept on looking at him. He had kinda white hair, with pale skin and red eyes. Except for the right, which had no iris or pupil. Just white. I felt a pang of pity for him, but it seemed as if he was normal. He had a white shirt, white jacket, black shorts with a white stripe, and white tennis shoes. He seemed very sassy. Nice.
I decided to park my car once the light turned green and talk to that pretty little doll.
Geno's POV
"God damn it, Error. No we are not buying your toys." I groaned at Error. He rolled his eyes at me.
"They're not toys, and my name is not Error. It's:" He made a bunch of glitched sounds. Ugh. Brothers could be so annoying at times. Fresh just stood, looking at her(yes, HER) nails. I took her hand and Error's and stormed off. We went into a store and told them to pick one thing. I went off to a chair and waited for Fresh, the one that usually needs help putting stuff on.
A man walked in, staring at me and making weird faces at me. I shot him a deadly look and mouthed to him to 'back off'. He either couldn't read lips, or ignored me, because he didn't stop. I had to admit, I felt pretty flustered. He then went up to me, and squatted so he could reach my level sitting down.
"Now who might you be, baby?" He grinned. I rolled my eyes.
"First of all, don't call me that stupid name. Second,it's Geno." I spat at him. It didn't seem to affect him at all. He harshly grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. I could see it was no ordinary man...
"That's not how you talk to someone like me." Death smiled. I could see up close his electric blue eyes. I remember all off Fresh's rants about Death and his alternative rock songs, saying how hot he is, or how good is his voice. And I have to say, I'm disappointed. I could still see his black hair and his pale skin looking..... Perfect. I mentally scoffed. Why was everyone so perfect in their way. It seemed as if Death could read my thoughts, cause he said. "Don't worry, sweetie, you're perfect too."
"I'm a boy, ya know? And also stop trying to make me feel better. I know I'm not welcome in society because of my eye and scar-HEY!!!!!!" I yelled as he pulled up my shirt to see the big, red, scar that went diagonal on my chest.
"Wow. That's one hella scar." He said as he traced it with his finger. I quickly put down my shirt and gritted my teeth. "What." I stood up and came closer to him."The. Fuck. Was. That-" I heard a beep from a car. I looked down at Death, but he was already at the doorway. He shot gun fingers at me. "See ya later, doll baby." And he ran off to a taxi. I was so annoyed and outraged because of him, I didn't even notice my bro, Error watching me. I looked at him. A questionable silence held in the air. I decided to break it.
"Uh.... How much did you see?" I gulped. He pulled out a phone.
"All of it."
---6 Weeks Later $3$------------sorry for peeps who still had innocence----------------
