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Vampires were always a cringy, cliche topic for Frank. Especially with that stupid saga gaining popularity, he had to endure his stupid schoolmates gushing over whatever the hell that hot six-packed vampire guy's name was every two seconds. What even was the appeal in these guys?
"Turn that shit down, man."
Ray sighed, turning the volume of the tv down. God.. even his damn friend was obsessed with it!
"..Isn't that stuff a bit too.. uh.."
"What?" Ray turned to him.
"Y'know, girly?"
Ray raised an eyebrow at him.
"No.. and who are you to say what's girly? You kiss dudes on a daily basis."
Frank sighed.
"It's not that.. just uh.. I didn't take you for the "fanboy" type."
"FANBOY?"
"Yeah. You probably have posters of those fuckers on your wall don't you, Ray?'
"Fuck off, man."
Frank giggled, dodging a pillow Ray had thrown at him.
Once they finally got their lazy asses up and arrived to college it was already wayyyy too late. They were already met with commotion in the hallways.
"Oh yeah, great. Make a barricade just when we get here. Thanks."
"Frank, do you ever TRY to be not negative?" Ray asked, grabbing some books out of his locker.
Frank was too busy looking for some cigarettes to answer him.
"Oh no. You're not doing that again."
"Wh- HEY!"
Ray tried to confiscate Frank's cigs from him, holding them behind his back.
"I know what's gonna happen. You're gonna sit in a stall with that stuff and make me guard you again. We nearly got caught last time. I'm NOT doing that again."
"Dude."
Frank kept trying to grab the cigs, already getting pissed.
"This one time, AND YOU HAVE MY WORD.. burgers will be on me after school."
Ray sighed hard.
"Fine. But you're dead if we get caught."
Frank took his cigs back, smirking like the usual asshole he was.
English class was as boring as it usually was. Mr.McCormick (or as Frank loved to call him, Mcfuckface) was sitting at his table, checking off whoever wasn't attending that day. It seemed like it was gonna be a normal, boring day, as so was every day at this college. Except..
There was a new face, or more correctly, two new faces in the classroom. And one of them happened to be sitting right next to him.. even tho he massacred the fuck out of that chair with his box cutter so that no one would sit beside him. Great.
The boy next to him was pretty nerdy looking. Well.. honestly, he only assumed that because of the glasses he was wearing. Wow, way to stereotype someone, Frank. The boy seemed to be more of the quiet type, or so anyone would think, because he didn't complain about Frank digging in his nostrils and playing with his boogers for the past 10 minutes, which to any normal person, would be pretty difficult.
"No hats in class, Mr.Way."
"Right. Sorry."
He took off the beanie he was wearing, putting it down on the desk. Jeez, he needed to brush his hair. In general, this "Way" looked pretty unkempt, even in Frank's standards. He was this concerningly pale color, and his eyes were just.. dead looking, if that made sense.
The other new guy was sitting beside the window, at the opposite side of the room. He had pitch black hair down to his shoulders, and somehow, he looked just as unkempt. In fact, he looked worse than the first guy. Frank never took his eyes off of them, not for a second. It sorta looked like the other guy was avoiding his look, actually.
He finally silently snapped, and looked over at Frank, giving him a "What're you looking at?" look.
Frank looked away, rolling his eyes. He didn't like these dudes.. like at all.
The bathroom was pretty empty that day, no one to tell on him, and no one to shove his head down the toilet again.. there was only Ray there, pretending he was fixing his hair in the mirror as always, whispering "Hurry up!" to Frank outside the stall every now and then.
And then.. great, someone stepped in the bathroom.
And just OFCOURSE it had to be one of the new guys. Thankfully, it was the more chill one - Mikey. He didn't seem like one to tell on someone, so he was probably safe.
"Hey, man.. uh.. you won't tell, right?"
Mikey snorted.
The faint sound of a lighter getting lit could be heard from the stall next to his.
"Aah, gotcha." Frank chuckled.
After a small moment of awkward silence, he spoke up again.
"..You guys new in town, or something?"
Mikey exhaled smoke.
"Yeah. I mean, I guess. It's been a month since we moved in tho."
Frank nodded.
"What're you smoking?"
"It's uh.. Marlboro light."
Frank made a disgusted sound.
"Dude, c'mon."
He reached in his pocket, grabbing the case of his cigs and pulling out one, holding it out to Mikey from under the stall.
Mikey thought for a moment, then took the cigarette, lighting it.
Frank and Mikey naturally clicked, then, Ray did too. It was like this for a few days, smoking in the same stall together tho, this time. Sometimes they'd have to go full ninja mode to try to hide from the teachers.. even tho they probably already knew it was Frank in there. They just didn't care anymore.
As they stepped out of the bathroom that day, Frank collided with something that nearly sent him crashing to the wall.
"Agh!-"
He looked up, angry at first, but then..
Oh geez. Pale princess way number 2. Great.
"Oh, guys, this is my big brother, Gerard."