Our Dearly Departed

You're Out of the Band

Part 5 You're Out of the Band

Gerard

After the show, we came back to the hotel and fucked for two hours. Sorry for my bluntness, but you'll understand why that's important in a bit. My lovely girl was sleeping next to me, now. She had gotten a taste for biting after her first kill and took to biting me in the bedroom, which was fine by me. She had some blood left over on her lips. I touched her glowing skin in the moonlight. I didn't deserve her. Part of me wanted to get up and leave, because at this point, I wasn't worthy of being in the same room.

It started at the club. I kept my eye on her for the first few minutes, knowing she was nervous as hell. I wasn't worried. She was tougher than she looked. The music was pretty good. I looked up at the stage and locked eyes with the lead singer. He had a kind smile and kind eyes. His hair did this flip when he moved around. It was nice. He was covered in tattoos. Brave fucker. If my heart could still beat, it would have skipped one. I felt it in my stomach. I felt lightheaded. It was the same feeling I got when I saw her that night for the first time. Oh no...how could this happen? This couldn't be...no way. I must have been wrong. He was good looking. Maybe it was a little crush? I decided to see for myself. I waited for a bit. I saw a guy in the corner making eyes at my girl. It wasn't the greatest feeling and I wanted to punch him in the face, but I knew he'd be perfect for her to kill. He was hard up and a creep. No one needed him around. I saw her in the crowd and made my way up to her. On my way, I locked eyes with the singer called Frank again. Electricity jolted through me. I needed some space. I found my girl, filled her in about the guy as quickly as I could, and bolted to the men's restroom.

I leaned over the sink. This could not be happening. No way. To my utter horror, the door opened and in walked Frank. He smiled at me, of course he did...that beautiful fucking smile.

"Hey man, how's it going?"

"Good. You sound great out there."

"Thanks. Hey, I don't mean to sound lame or anything, but did you do your own eyeliner?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I've been fucking around with it and I just can't do it right."

I couldn't help but smile at him. He was so adorable. All the same feelings I have with my girl came flooding in. If I could I would just shove him against the wall and kiss him. Instead I managed to answer him.

"It takes practice. Took me a few years to get it. Honestly though, just do something easy and crazy and people will dig it."

"You think?"

He looked at himself in the mirror. If he was doubting his attractiveness, I would slap him.

"Here, allow me."

I took out my eyeliner from my pocket and looked at his face for a moment. I had an idea. I drew an X over each of his eyes.

"There, check it out."

"Dude! I never would have thought of that! Fuck!"

"See? Now you don't have to worry about wearing it the normal way. You can't fuck up the letter X."

"Wow, dude. That's so rad. I could kiss you."

Oh boy. There was silence between us. Frank was blushing. I have no clue what I was thinking, but I leaned in and kissed him. It was quick, but it was nice. He smiled and looked at the floor. Shit. I felt like an ass.