"So, what the fuck was that about yesterday?" Was the first question Bert hit Frank with as he made his way back into their room after class.

Frank found himself frozen to the spot, stumped on just what kind of explanation to offer, because honestly, if Gerard hadn't figured it out yet, then what were the chances that he had a single clue.

"Okay," Bert let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief and watching as Frank took his shoes off before sitting down, "are you okay? That's probably a better place to start, but dude I'm really confused, since when did you become friends with Gerard Way? Hell, since when did you become friends with anyone. I thought you were repping the fuck out of that minimalist friendship aesthetic."

Frank shrugged, leaning back against the wall, biting his lip as he focused on Jamia, the fire, what he'd done, and instantly felt his body tingling a little, and Frank knew instantly that there was no way it was a good kind of tingling, not that Frank was any kind of tingling expert or anything.

"Dude, hey..." Bert changed his tone once more, getting up to go sit beside the shorter guy, "are you okay?" He continued, putting his arm around Frank and letting him rest his head against his side.

"S-she's..." He choked out, biting back tears, "I'm trying not to think about it, but I feel guilty in doing so. She's gone, she's dead, Bert, and I... I..."

"Frank," Bert sighed, pulling Frank closer, "I know she is, I know, and it sucks, fuck it hurts me too, but there's nothing we can do, and you know Jamia, she'd never want people to cry over her, would she? I swear once she made that stupid speech when she was drunk and-"

"I don't care!" Frank exclaimed, beginning to cry now, "she was my fucking girlfriend, I love her, and she's fucking dead, and it feels like my fault. Fuck."

"It's not your fault, fuck, Frank, how could it possibly be your fault?" Bert exclaimed, still convinced that the fire had been just that: a fire, and that Frank had no hand in starting it, even if he'd done so accidentally.

"I... I..." Frank trailed off, shaking his head, "I don't know, I just feel... I don't know what to feel. It just hurts." He lied, because of course, what choice did he have? Bert was his best friend, but there was no way he was going to believe him if he told him the truth, fuck, let alone understand him, let alone understand his mistake.

Because Mikey Way didn't understand, and god, that guy knew everything there was to know about the supernatural.

"I'm so sorry." Bert let out a sigh, pausing for a moment before continuing, "was that what happened yesterday? Was it something do with this?"

"I guess..." Frank shrugged it off, because fuck he wasn't even lying anymore, he hadn't clue, and god he hated it, and he hated the fear that somehow it could occur again, and that somehow, that time, Gerard wouldn't be there to help him.

"And what does Gerard Way have to do with all of this?" Bert found himself asking; he didn't know all that much about Gerard, but everyone knew Gerard to an extent, like you couldn't be the guy with pink hair who sometimes went around in skirts and not be noticed.

"I..." Frank found himself stumped as how to respond, "when the fire was like... he and Ray Toro were there with me, I guess, I mean, I kind of freaked out and he was there for me, and he's a nice guy."

"Alright calm down, Frank, Jamia's only been dead a few days-"

"Bert- fuck, that's not what I fucking meant!" Frank exclaimed, getting to his feet, "what the fuck, seriously? It's like you don't even give a fuck that she's dead-"

"Frank, Frank, please you're overreacting, you need to calm down." Bert let out a sigh, "look, yelling isn't going to get us anywhere, that's for sure."

"Gerard gives more of a shit than you and he didn't even know her, Bert, that fucking says a lot, doesn't it?" Frank decided to ignore everything Bert said and continued to yell.

"Frank, please." Bert let out a sigh, "of course I fucking care about Jamia, don't you dare fucking say I'm not upset, there's just something else up, isn't there? Oh come on, you know I'm right: there's something else going on and for some fucking reason it's to do with Gerard Way."

Frank bit his lip, cursing in his head as he turned away and nodded.

"And you're not going to tell me." Bert continued to guess, which of course, Frank nodded in response to. "Okay..." He let out a sigh, "I miss her too, you know?"

"Of course you do. I'm sorry." Frank pulled Bert closer and into a hug, "I'm just a bit fucked up right now, and it makes sense that I am, I don't mean to fight with you, you're my best friend - that isn't going to change."

"I know it's not, you couldn't get away from me if you tried." Bert continued, laughing a little as he returned the hug. "I mean that because I'm totally awesome and not like in a creepy way, by the way."

"Of course you did," Frank added, laughing a little, "you're not the opposite of totally awesome or anything, you know at all, like wow, you're obviously the coolest person I know-"

"Okay, calm down, Mr Sarcasm here," Bert rolled his eyes, making his way back across the room and to the safety of his laptop.

"Mr Sarcasm?" Frank raised his eyebrows, "seriously that's the best you could come up with?"

"Alright then, Mr Never Satisfied Pessimistic Little Shit-"

"That's not that good either!" Frank protested, smiling a little.

"Yeah, but it's the truth and you know it, Frank Iero, you motherfucking know it!"

-

"I constantly thank God for rain." Gerard smiled as he pulled open the curtains of the large window in his room, letting the dull cloud covered light into the room. "Sitting in the dark, is well, what I'm used to, but it gets kind of boring at times."

Frank smiled a little, able to focus better upon the older man's features in this level of light. "Does it not hurt you at all? Like I mean, the sun still exists?"

"Well, it tingles, but you see, we've evolved to become less sensitive to the sunlight as time went on, so I mean, I'd probably have to stand naked in the middle of the desert to turn to ashes instantly or something like what you've heard about." He continued to explain, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ears, before grabbing a couple of books he'd already set out on the table and sitting down on the sofa, facing the window.

"Vampires are really so much more dull than I expected." Frank admitted, smiling a little, because he reckoned if Gerard ran the risk of dying on a constant basis, then yeah, that wouldn't really be something that he was so much of a fan of.

"Like most things in life." Gerard laughed a little, patting the spot on the sofa beside him, "come on, Frank, are you just going to stand there and stare at me forever, or what?"

Frank blushed a little, because well, it wasn't like staring at Gerard wasn't something he didn't enjoy, but well, yeah, they did have work to do, "you wish I would," he added, before making his way over to the sofa, sitting down and pulling his knees up to his chest.

"So yeah, I did a bit of reading already, honestly, it would be easier just to ask Mikey, because he probably knows this shit off the top of his head, but it's Mikey, he doesn't like you, he doesn't like resurrection, and well, if he found out, he'd probably just make things harder for us." Gerard explained, sighing a little, "really, he needs to get out of his own ass for one day, you know, just to see what it's like?"

"Why's he like that?" Frank asked, glancing at the books stacked up on the table and then back to Gerard, and decided that Gerard was easily the most aesthetically pleasing out of the two. "I mean, like, did something happen or?"

"I don't know, it's just Mikey, he's an angsty little shit. I think someone needs to tell him that he's not sixteen anymore," Gerard laughed a little, before pausing, "fuck, when I was sixteen, that was not.... no that is something you don't want to see, or even hear about-"

"Oh, but I do." Frank continued, laughing a little as he moved closer to Gerard. "I really wanna know, Gerard."

Gerard cringed, leaning back against the sofa and shaking his head in disbelief, "well... I was this weird hermit dude who didn't wash enough and didn't ever speak to anyone. I had like shoulder length really fucking greasy black hair and I had like the worst fucking eyeliner ever, and well Mikey, Mikey had friends, and Mikey had to deal with my existence so I don't blame him that he's living in a state of perpetual angst."

"Awh," Frank giggled a little, "so you were like this little emo kid?"

"Sort of," Gerard sighed out, shaking his head: unable to believe how freely he was telling Frank this, but then again, things just seemed to be so much easier with Frank. "What about you? Who were you at sixteen?"

"Well, I sort of, I was a mess, I started figuring out my gender like a month before my sixteenth birthday, and I just, everything was so messed up and so scary, but yeah, I looked like this really weird kid that didn't quite seem to pass as anything and I didn't have a lot of friends." Frank admitted, blushing a little.

"Hey, you don't have to answer any dumb question I ask you if it makes you uncomfortable." Gerard added, biting his lip a little, "I guess, I didn't really think about you transitioning, I mean, I just think of you as a guy, I-"

"Hey, Gerard, it's alright, you don't need to like be careful with what you say or ask me about just because I'm trans, like that's one of the worst things you can do, if I get offended, I'll fucking let you know. Just talk to me like any other guy." Frank smiled, before leaning forward and grabbing a book, "so hey, do we actually have to read through this shit?"

"Well, not all of it, we just have to read and find something that works, but it'd probably be good to know what the fuck we're doing before we try and resurrect someone, like yeah, it's some pretty strong magic, you totally have the power for it, though- and speaking of that? Are you feeling okay now?" Gerard asked, his eyes fixated firmly upon the younger of the two.

"Yeah, mostly, I just, when I think of the fire and her and what I did, I start to like, feel weird all over... tingly? I don't know how to describe it, but just weird." Frank explained, gesturing somewhat excessively with his hands.

"That's probably some sort of power thing, like you think about what you did, so you sort of tap into the magically inclined part of your head, and therefore you get this rush of power around your body-"

"So are you saying every fucking time I want to do some magic I have to think of my fucking girlfriend's death?" Frank snapped, biting his lip a little.

"No, Frank, no there are obviously other ways to tap into that part of your head, and with time, I assume you won't even have to think that much about it, like it becomes a subconscious thing, like how when you move your hand to grab a glass or something, you don't have to think about every movement in your hand and arm, you just think about picking it up and your head does the rest automatically, but I'm not the expert."

"You certainly sound like you know what you're talking about, though." Frank noted with a small smile upon his lips.

"Well, not really, but I have this friend called Lindsey, she's a witch, like a fucking badass witch, she's intimidating as fuck, I mean, she's lovely, but I wouldn't dare insult her. I could try and see if she could come over and talk to you at some point - she lives a few states away, but she'd understand." Gerard added, blushing a little as he mentioned her.

"Oh, how do you know her?" Frank asked, "I mean like, how do you like meet other supernatural people- is that even the right term? Is there like some sort group where you all go out on picnics every month?"

Gerard laughed a little, shaking his head, "well it's usually through a friend of a friend kind of thing, or when something evidently supernatural happens, like you know, that fire, and well, we can kind of recognise that this isn't some ordinary shit and that someone must have done something here."

"And which one of those was it with Lindsey?" Frank asked, blushing a little.

"Well, neither actually, I met her when I was still in high school, eighteen, and I was walking home one day, and it was raining so I decided to go to the graveyard, because I liked hanging out there as an angsty teenager okay, don't laugh. And she was there, and she just laid eyes on me, and some people, like Ray, they can just tell, and I kind of freaked out a little bit, but we got pretty close before Mikey and I moved away for college, and we're still kinda close now."

"So she looked at teenage you, greasy black hair and all, and was like, yes I will have this idiot as my best friend?"

Gerard laughed a little, "when I was eighteen, I had this really short bleached blonde, like white hair, so actually, you're wrong, but yeah, well, I mean, we dated for a little while-"

Frank seemed to choke on thin air at the notion of such a thing. "You what?"

"Yeah," Gerard laughed a little, "totally not anymore, though, I heard she's got a girlfriend now, who's equally as hot and intimidating as her, also a witch too."

"Fuck, why is everyone besides me the hot intimidating witch?" Frank cursed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh shut up," Gerard laughed a little, brushing his hair away from his face, "you're hot. Intimidating, not so much, but when you set a whole building on fire, that was pretty kind of fucking unreal. You have the potential to be intimidating if you studied magic a little bit and kind of learned what the fuck you're doing."

"So, we have no real life Hogwarts or anything?" Frank asked, his cheeks a bright pink as he tried all he could not to think about how Gerard had just called him hot, and how that was doing things to him that it really shouldn't have been.

"No, but we have books!" Gerard exclaimed in mock excitement, "but honestly, Lindsey's probably your best bet, she could teach you the basics, and then I guess you could figure the rest out from books with my help- well, I mean, I don't have to help you, but I assume you want-"

"Of course I want you to help me, Gerard, you ass." Frank laughed a little, leaning into Gerard's side. "Wait, but exactly how hot is Lindsey, because like, I mean, she'd dated you, so-"

"A solid ten out of ten, I'm not even fucking kidding, and hey, watch it, I'm a solid eight-"

"You're a nine." Frank smiled a little, "if we discount how much of a loser you actually are. But I doubt greasy nerd fucker teenage you was much more than a four."

"Yeah, it's the truth." Gerard admitted, blushing, "no wonder she broke up with me, honestly. I cried for like a week."

"Awh!" Frank laughed his head off, falling into Gerard's lap as he did so, "you're such a loser," he laughed, looking up at Gerard, resting his head dangerously close to his crotch.

"I'm a fucking vampire, shut up, I could kill you if I want," and there was Gerard trying, and failing to be even vaguely intimidating.

"Could you really?" Frank raised his eyebrows, "you know, being a vegan and all, you're obviously so up for drinking my blood, and well murder..."

Gerard sighed a little, "fuck my life. Are you gonna move from my lap or anything?"

"No," Frank shrugged it off, grinning a little, "I mean, I'm comfy, and you're really not going to kill me so-"

"I can still get pissed off at you." Gerard noted, reaching for a book and holding it out as if he was ready to drop it onto Frank.

"Go ahead," Frank smirked a little, "I fucking dare you."

Gerard blushed, putting the book back down and letting out a sigh, "I care too much about you, I'm sorry."

"Such a fucking loser." Frank commented, laughing a little as he sat up again, making no hesitation in leaning back into Gerard's side, though, of course.

"You should stop flirting with me and read some books, you know?" Gerard added, raising his eyebrows a little as he handed Frank a book.

"I'm not flirting with you!" Frank retorted, severely personally offended by such an accusation.

"Sure, fucking sure you're not." Gerard laughed a little, glancing at Frank, "I totally believe you."

"Believe what you want, Gerard, I think your ego just needs to calm the fuck down for like two seconds now." Frank blushed a little, turning away and doing all he could to focus upon the book.

"I think your no homo just needs to calm the fuck down for like two seconds now."

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