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eldritch boyfriends anyone??

this is weird and shitty but please enjoy 

Frank was weird.

He wore dark cardigans and sweaters, ripped up jeans and black converse that always seemed to be covered in mud. He was never seen without his satchel and he looked like he'd never slept a day in his life. He sat, or wandered, alone and chewed on his hands. Someone had once witnessed him pull out his own tooth.

Despite this; his eyes were big and doe-like, his smile warm (if not slightly off-putting), his grades a little above average. 

While even the teachers found the boy strange, he was a good student. Many of them were still known to sigh in relief once he'd quietly slipped out of their classrooms though. 

So, Frank was weird.

And he was the kind of weird that meant people stayed away from him.

The last time someone had decided his weirdness meant he should be tormented, they had knocked Franks books of his desk. And Frank had thrown himself at them with the ferocity of a wild animal, the other boy unable to lift a hand before he was howling in pain. Frank had been suspended for a week and when he'd come back his lips had been torn and bleeding and the remnants of a bruise had lingered around his eye.

His teachers had grown to be even more unsettled after they'd had to help the other boy to the nurses office where he was treated for bite marks. 

At his old school, Gerard had been considered weird for his dark clothes and the fact that he preferred not to talk. But he'd been the kind of weird that meant you got shoved into lockers and called a faggot. So, when he first started at his new school, he was pleasantly surprised by the lack of taunts or even second-glances at his less than usual appearance. 

Only one person had said anything, and it had been the cranky secretary with a thin, pinched face and frizzy blond hair.

Gerard had crept up to her in his outfit of ripped up jeans, black lipstick, and chained choker and upon seeing him her face had scrunched up unpleasantly. "Not another one- If I see you in here for biting a student I'm going to write you up for a suspension immediately."

At the time, Gerard had thought it had something to do with vampires. 

But then he had met Frank.

Okay, "met" was the wrong word. Gerard had been wandering around at lunch and had rounded the corner of a wall to discover the bottom of a stone stair case. Frank had been sitting on the top step, eyes unfocused while his pointer finger and thumb were knuckle-deep in his mouth. There had been a crunch, audible even from where Gerard was, and then Franks hand had moved away from his mouth, teeth between his fingers while blood spilled from his lips. 

And in that moment, Gerard fell in love.

He'd tried multiple times over the next two months to talk to Frank, only to be met with wide eyes and annoyed stares. Eventually he realised that Frank didn't like to talk either, so he'd begun to simply leave things in Franks spots.

At the top of the stairs, he'd left a fox tooth.

On his desk, he'd left a mossy stone.

In his favourite library book, he'd pressed a moth.

And soon, Gerard found a bird skull on his desk; a rusty nail taped to his locker; and a shard of old bottle glass slipped into the front pocket of his bag.

Their friendship had been an unusual added stress to the teachers. 

Now, they had two teenage boys who with leaves in their hair and dirt under their nails, who didn't talk but passed all their tests, who had strange habits and unblinking gazes that held the same unnerving quality of paintings that seemed to follow you where you went.

The most unsettling thing about them though, was the way they made each other laugh. 

Their english teacher had almost dropped her marking when Frank had erupted into a fit of giggles, Gerard grinning at him in amazement. No one ever knew what they talked about, but whatever it was it almost made them seem normal, if only for a brief moment.

After graduation they both disappeared. Just vanished off the face of the earth, as though they'd never existed in the first place.

And when their yearbook photos came out blurred and unfocused, not a single person could say they were surprised.