Okay I wrote all of this in like two hours while watching gamers on YouTube so it might be shitty

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I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I walked into school. I didn't think it could possibly get any colder but yet here we are in the middle of winter.

"Fuck, got snow in my shoes," I grumbled, feeling it melt into my socks.

I sighed quietly knowing there was nothing I could do to fix it. I went to my locker, shoving the textbooks and notebooks I would need into my backpack. Jamia hopped up to my side and I smiled at her.

"So, you wanna go to the movies today?" She asked.

"To see what?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm bored and I just got paid yesterday," She said.

"Yeah, that sounds fun," I agreed.

"But you're buying the popcorn this time, Gerard," she said.

I nodded in agreement, shutting my locker.

"I have to do some chores at home first," I said. "Maybe later tonight?"

I smiled and nodded, heading to class with her. We sat in our seats and saw someone new sitting in the desk next to us. He was wearing a thin sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and a pair of fingerless skeleton gloves. He kept his head down, picking at the chipped black polish on his fingernails.

"There's that one new horror movie," Jamia said. "I heard it wasn't very good though."

"I'd rather not waste the money on a shitty movie," I said. "We can see what's out when we get there."

"Or we could see that movie and if it is bad then we can just sneak into another theater," she said.

"That sounds good to me," I agreed.

Jamia smiled as the bell rang. We went through class, taking notes as the teacher spoke all too fast. Class ended and we walked off down the hall. The new kid kept his head down as he walked. In fact, he was almost enveloping into himself.

"New kids kinda weird," Jamia remarked once we were away from here.

I shrugged. "Maybe he's just shy or scared. Remember your first day?"

"True, I guess I'm not one to talk," she said.

We went through the rest of the day just the same as always. At the end of the day I saw the new kid go into a classroom and I frowned. I wanted to talk to him, maybe I could be his friend and make him more comfortable here.

I opened the door and froze in my spot. The kid was standing in the middle of the room as books and pencils levitated around him. They floated in midair as he kept his hands in his pockets.

"What the fuck," I muttered.

He turned to look at me as everything fell to the ground. This was the first time I've ever seen his face. He had a lip and nose ring and black eyeliner rimming his pretty hazelish colored eyes.

"No, not already," he said, sounding distraught. "Y-you can't tell anyone, please."

He hurried over, begging me as I nodded quickly.

"Wh-what was it?" I asked.

The kid shook his head, hurrying passed me and out of the school. I chased after him but slipped on black ice on the front walkway.

"Fuck," I groaned, staring at the sky.

"A-are you okay?" He asked nervously.

I saw a blue light as his hand pressed against my side and all the sudden all the pain went away.

"You're so cool," I said, looking over at him.

"Really?" He asked nervously.

I smiled and nodded, letting him help me to my feet.

"Can I walk you home?" I asked.

He smiled softly and nodded as we walked along the sidewalk.

"I'm Gerard, by the way," I said.

"Frank," he replied.

I looked at his thin hoodie then glanced down at my own winter jacket.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Are you?"

"I'm freezing my fucking ass off," I said.

Frank stopped and I looked at him curiously. He held up his glove clad hand, a blue flame appearing on the palm of his hand. He reached for me but I stepped back quickly.

"Blue flames are safe," he said. "I used it to help you when you fell."

His hand pressed against my chest and I felt my entire body warm up all at once. It was like drinking hot chocolate on a cold day. I stared at Frank, a small smile on my face. Frank pulled away quickly and looked down.

"You think I'm a freak," he muttered.

"Are you kidding me? You're the coolest person I've ever met," I said.

Frank smiled as we started walking again. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, putting it between my lips.

"You're only gonna get colder," Frank said.

"Well, I've got you to keep me warm now," i said, reaching for my lighter.

Frank held a finger up, a little orange flame on the tip of his index finger as he lit my cigarette for me. I laughed, blowing out smoke. His hand glowed again with the blue flame as he held my hand. It wasn't as warm as it was when it was on my chest but at least I wasn't shivering now.

"Why'd you move here?" I asked.

"We move every couple of years," Frank said. "As soon as someone finds out about me then we have to go into hiding."

"How do you have all these powers?" I asked.

"My great grandma was into some weird shit," Frank said with a laugh. "When my mom was pregnant she used to give her all these weird teas because she said it would make the baby better. Some crazy shit went down when I was born. Like medical supplies would fly out of cabinets and it got, like, insanely cold in the room and glasses actually like cracked because it was so cold."

"That sounds kind of awesome," I admitted.

I smiled as we stopped inside a house.

"You can come in, if you want," he offered. "I-I've never had a friend before."

I smiled, nodded as I walked inside with him. I took off my jacket and shoes as a lady walked in.

"Hello, I'm Frank's mom," she said.

"I'm Gerard," I said.

"We're gonna go up to my room," Frank said. "You want some hot chocolate?"

I nodded as he grabbed two mugs. He poured in some milk and powder, mixing it up. Frank held both the mugs in the palms of his hand as they lit up red with flames and the drink began to steam.

"Frank!" His mom exclaimed.

"He already knows," Frank said, rolling his eyes.

He handed me my cup and we went up to his room. It was mostly empty with just a bed, a nightstand and a dresser. There were some boxes stacked up in the corner and a few loose pieces of clothes on the floor.

"So, what else can you do?" I asked as we set our cups down.

Frank smiled, levitating off the ground suddenly.

"You can levitate?" I asked.

"Well, fly, actually," he corrected. "There's just not a lot of room here."

"Having all these powers must be so cool," I said.

"Not always," he said. "One time when I was four I had to get a haircut and I was scared. The second she touched my hair I electrocuted her. It wasn't bad, I wasn't very strong back then and I couldn't control my powers as well. It was just a little shock like when you run your feet on carpet."

"I just imagine you as a cute little boy getting all scared and trying to protect yourself," I said.

Frank smiled, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Well, tell me about yourself," he said.

"Myself? Fuck, how can I possibly compare to you as remotely interesting?" I asked.

"I think you're interesting," he said.

"Well, I like to draw comics," I said.

"Are you good?" He asked and I shrugged. "I think drawing is the one power I don't have, I'm shit at it."

I laughed, taking a drink of my hot chocolate.

"I can show it to you sometime?" I offered.

Frank smiled and nodded. I held his hand but didn't feel the warmth. Instead it was almost like my heart did a small flip.

"How many schools have you been to?" I asked.

"Not a lot, actually," he said. "I was homeschooled until junior year, I've been to about three schools."

I just smiled as I stared at him.

"You're so fascinating," I muttered. "Show me what else you can do."

He pulled his hand away, holding it up as blue bolts of electricity danced between his fingers. He pulled his hand back down and bit his lip.

"I'm a little bit telekinetic," he said. "But not knowing people's exact thoughts, more of just knowing how they feel. I can do that with old objects too, they sort of have emotions tied to their stories."

I frowned in confusion and he bit his lip.

"So, like, when I was eleven my mom took me to an antique shop and I picked up a bracelet and started sobbing because it was like real upsetting to me," he said. "Turns out the bracelet was owned by a lady whose kids died and she committed suicide wearing that bracelet."

"Tell me how I feel," I said.

Frank cocked his head to the side as he stared at me for a moment.

"Well, you're extremely fascinated," he said. "A-and, well, you seem to find me attractive."

I blushed, looking down.

"How can I not?" I asked.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his when I felt a zap. I leaned back and gasped as he blushed.

"Did you just electrocute me?" I asked.

"Sorry, it happens when I get nervous," he muttered.

"You're so cute," I said.

Frank smiled softly, biting his lip. I looked at the soft rose colored blush on his cheeks that was so adorable.

"Aren't you going to the movies?" Frank asked. "Sorry I kind of eavesdropped, it was hard not to listen."

"We can go out tomorrow," I said with a small shrug.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Frank asked.

"Jamia? No," I denied. "She's just a friend."

Frank had the cutest little smile on his face as he looked down.

"Thanks for being nice to me," he said. "Nobody's ever been nice to me when they find out about my powers."

"You're seriously the coolest person to ever walk on this fucking earth," I said.

Frank giggled and I saw the little bolts of electricity dance around his fingertips.

"Are you nervous?" I asked and he nodded. "You don't have to be nervous."

I rested a hand on his shoulder but jumped back at the zap that was a lot more painful than the last.

"Sorry, I can be dangerous," he muttered.

Frank seemed upset, almost angry at himself. His hand formed the blue flame, placing it over the electrical burns on my skin as all the pain went away. I looked at my hand that was good as new.

"You can go if you want," Frank said quietly. "I don't wanna hurt you anymore."

"I'm fine, Frank," I reassured, holding his hand.

"Yeah, until you're dead," Frank said. "I may be able to do some crazy shit but I can't bring people back to life."

"You won't kill me," I said.

"Not on purpose," Frank said. "When I was four I was in a kiddy pool with some other kids from the neighborhood. Some dog started barking and it scared me. The water ended up being used as a current and the other kids were electrocuted. None of them survived."

I wrapped my arms around him as he cried into my shoulder. I rubbed his back softly, running my fingers through his hair.

"I'm dangerous," he sobbed.

"You're not," I denied. "You're amazing."

He pulled away, wiping his eyes.

"Fuck, this is embarrassing," he mumbled.

I shook my head, holding his hand.

"Come on, do you wanna go to the movies with me?" I asked.

"I-I've never been there," he said. "My mom didn't let me go out a lot, she was worried about someone noticing my powers because I couldn't control it as well when I was younger."

"Come on, it's fun," I said, standing up and holding my hand.

Frank looked at me nervously before letting a blue ball of flame abrupt in his hand. He held my hand and I felt the immediate warmth wash over me, a comforting feeling that made me immediately relax.

"Thanks for being nice to me," Frank mumbled.

I smiled, kissing his cheek as I felt the little tiny zap. I giggled, holding his hand as I pulled him down the stairs.