This Is How I Disappear

Chapter 4: Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Part 1)

A/N: I feel like updating. I just worked my ass off playing Just Dance 3 for Kinect for two hours by myself. I felt like an idiot whilst doing so. Anyway..I feel updatey :) -Gerard

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*Lucas' Pov*

I was home alone. Mom and Dad were at work. Dad had been staying at his brother's more often since him and Quinton had gotten into that quarrel. It was three in the afternoon, and it was Sunday. I had slept in because I was awesome like that. I sat on the couch eating some fucking delicious Raisin Bran: Crunch. The tv was on Pokémon on OnDemand, so it was the original. My phone buzzed. It was an unfamiliar number, I of cpurse answered in a very mature manly voice so if it was a Pedofile he'd know to back off.

"Hello?" I asked. There was a car door slam in the reciever and simultaneously outside.

"Hey Lucas." Sounded Xander's voice. I stood up and opened tge front door. Hearse was parked out by the curb and he stood down the porch steps. I hung up and scampered over to him. I leapt at him, tackling him. He stumbled back but stood his ground.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I squealed hugging him awkwardly. He was a tad taller noe..okay, a lot. He was taller than me now. He was skinnier and covered in tattoos. His hair was longer and shaggu. It was reallt clean, but looked greasy. I had no idea why his hair always did that. His skin was pale, he looked like a Vampore.

"I came to visit. Quinton told me I should." Xander said, he had the same emotionless tone. I looked up at him as a powerful gust of wind blew passed. It was grey skied. Definitley gunna rain.

"When did you talk to Quinton?" I asked tugging him inside.

"Last night. I started driving at like three this morning." Xander answrred.

"How'd he get your phone number?" I asked.

"He saw my interview on the news last night." Xander said.

"The news?" I asked. "Want some coffee?"

"Yea, thw news. Sure." Xander replied. I started making a pot of coffee and he explained hoe he has a bunch of jobs and how he's slowly becoming famous artistically. Even though most people would be bored by a story like this. I listened intently. He casually talked while drinking a cup of coffee. He was living life like he always wanted to, but he didn't stop the drugs.

"So hows your roommate?" I asked after he finished his story. Xander sipped his eigth cup of coffee. I swear he would have a heart attack if he had anymore caffiene. But this guy held many surprises when it came to his intake of coffee.

"He's alright. He cooks prettg good if its Mac'N'Cheese. Only the Kroger swirly noodle kind though. It tastes like shit if its a different brand." Xander answered. He was super talkative, I blame the coffee.

"You're good at cooking. Do you ever make the food?" I asked.

"A couple times. But he insisted that he cook because I'm always so busy with work. But I cook ocasionally." Xander explained casually.

"Does he care that you're Gay?" I asked.

"He acceots me. A lot of people there do." Xander told me.

"Its probably because if peiole think they don't accept you that you'll suck their blood dry." I joked grinning.

"Haha, very funny Lucas." Xander said sarcastically, but he had his familiar croooked smirk on. That smirk made me want to hug and suffocate him. I had missed him so much.

"We're gunna cut your hair." I told him, he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why?" Xander asked warrily.

"Mom'll kill you when she sees how long its gotten. So we're gunna cut it and bleach it." I answered.

"Okay, I guess you can." Xander said with a slight smirk.

"Casey is really good with hair. Wanna see if she can do it? Then we can go to Zeke's." I suggested.

"Okay, that souunds cool." Xander said with a slight nod.

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Zeke, Quinton, Xander, Seth, and I were all at Zeke's house. Quinton Zeke and Seth pretty much mauled Xander when we got there. Quinton still clung to hin, as if hr was gunna vannish. He would camnish eventually.

Xander looked a shit ton different, his hair was short amd snow white blonde like The Black Parade era of Gerard Way (<3l. Quinton couldn't keep his hands out of hid hair. We were all watching L.A. Ink on Nuvo Tv (that channel has gotten into many arguments with me on Spanish commericials...) Seth mumbled about hoe the people on the show getting tattoos weren't in pain. Xander listened with an amused expression.

We all crashed at Zeke's and the three of us who had school in the morning left for school.