I stood outside Gerard's window, shivering from the mid January breeze. The emo gremlin in question had told me he'd be out five minutes prior, leaving me stood outside in the freezing cold. The soft thunk of water dripping from a nearby gutter rang out into the cold night.

I messaged him again asking him to hurry the fuck up and as if on cue the door swung open and revealed my vampire, he was slightly more appropriately dressed than myself. He was donned in a grey hoody and combat boots whereas myself was wearing my usual ratty converse and leather jacket that was practically necrotic with wear and tear.

"Hey, Frankie." He greeted, his voice lowered so not to rouse his mom and brother.

I greeted him in the same manner as he quietly slid the door shut, the soft click sounding much louder than reality in the desolate street.

He ruffled my hair as he came to stand next to me, his warm breath becoming visible in the cold night air. An air of slight fog hang around the two of us, as one would expect after heavy rain,

We walked in silence until we were a good five minutes away from the house, the only noises being Gerard's tics and usual background noise of cars and the soft buzzing if street lamps.

"Faggot!" Gerard announced as soon as we'd crossed the first of the two main roads, "jesus I've been suppressing that the entire bloody time."

I chuckled lightly in response as we carried on in comfortable silence towards the high street.

After another five or so minutes I was jolted out of my own head by Gerard asking me how I was, "I'm good, cold as fuck." I responded, a shiver running up my spine almost to emphasize my point.

"That's because you're stupid, that fucking jacket is gonna be- fuck, fuck, fuck, the death of you." He chided.

"Maybe but at least I'll die looking like a rad mother-fucker." I said grinning upwards at my friend, our height difference being emphasised by Gee's boots.

"You don't happen to have any cigarettes do ya?" He pleaded.

"Oh for fucks sake, I'm not being the one to get you hooked on these things again."

"Oh please," he begged, dragging out the "e" in "please" I caved at that point and rummaged through the inside pockets of my decaying jacket before I returned with a slightly crushed pack of fags and my familiar purple lighter.

I held a death stick up to his perfect lips and lit it before doing the same to myself. My vampire took a lot drag and blew the deadly smoke up into the night sky, making the dangerous habit look like more of an art form than an addiction.

"You're brother's gonna kill me if he finds this out, jesus, kidnapping you and giving you smokes on the same night? He'll have me hanged." I half joked.

"What he doesn't know won't- cock, hurt him."

I supposed that was true, I'm sure the boy was already doing unholy things with that fuck of an emo, Pete, he had no room to talk.

I took another drag of my cigarette and exhaled the toxic smoke out into the already polluted air, the warm orange glow of the nearby supermarket shone onto the floor, making reflections dance in the puddles and cast evil looking shadows on to the side of buildings.

We chucked our fags into a nearby puddle and entered the store immediately being met by the same yellow glow, only stronger, the flourescent lights beaming down on the sleep deprived and mostly drunk shoppers.

We adjusted to the bright lights, being slightly dazed by the change of atmosphere before getting our bearings before heading off in the direction of the aisle which we both knew the alcohol to be in and also happened to be at the other side of the store.

We finally reached the designated aisle, filled with mostly overpriced beverages which sat pride of place on the shelves.

We pondered our choices momentarily, before I reached for the cheapest bottle of red wine I could see. The green glass reflecting the bright lights of the store.

I presented the bottle to Gerard, eyebrow raised questioningly, "some wine for the lady?" I joked.

"I will fucking beat you."

"I'd totally win," I smirked. He snorted at my statement and turned in the direction of the checkouts, "hey don't say that," I chided, "I'm... Scrappy."

"I'll take your word for it," he responded, "I'm paying this time."

"But-"

"Shush, you've payed for stuff like every time, my turn." He informed me, I huffed angrily, wine bottle in hand, and followed him to the checkout.

It dawned on me that neither of us were actually legal drinking age and began questioning why we'd even done this. Before I could raise my perfectly valid point to Gee he had already approached the only cashier, he looked at me expectantly as I plunked the glass bottle on the checkout.

Despite expecting a request to see some ID I was surprised by a solemn "that'll be four dollars twenty five." Gerard dug around his wallet for a moment before handing over the required amount of money, picking up the bottle and sauntering off leaving me to catch up with him.

"I'm wearing a bra!" He announced, handing the wine bottle to me.

"How- are you?" I asked, getting distracted from my original question.

"Not today."

"He didn't ask for ID." I stated.

"I know, lucky right?" He shivered slightly as we stepped back out into the cold Jersey air.

"What would you have done if he had?" I asked.

"I dunno, legged it."

I snorted slightly, "you do not seem like the type to nick alcohol." I mused.

"Oh- fuck my ass, you'd be surprised Frankie." He said, eyeing me mischievously.

I was slightly surprised to hear this, the quiet boy seeming far too timid to do anything even slightly illegal.

We reached the deserted park after ten minutes of wandering the desolate streets. We sat on the swings, the seats still slightly damp from the recent rain, Gerard ran his fingers over the raindrops that collected on the chains, "it's like lube."

I opened the wine bottle easily and took a large mouthful, cringing slightly at the taste before passing it to my companion. "God, what would Mikey say? Stealing me from my room, giving me fags and underage drinking? You naughty boy Frankie." He finished the sentence with a wink before tilting the bottle back, letting the dark liquid flow into his open mouth.

My cheeks blushed a fierce red at the comment, I looked down hoping the lighting from the solitary street lamp was dim enough to disguise my heated face.

We passed the bottle back and forth, making conversation about aliens and fuck all, after an hour the dark contents of the green bottle had been entirely drained.

We were both buzzed, not quite tipsy but we had both had enough drink to lower our inhibitions, I was just maybe slightly more buzzed than Gerard. Understandably, seeing as Gee had probably had a fair few more drinks than myself purely because of his age.

Giggling, we stood up to head back home, I stumbled slightly, my inherent clumsiness highlighted slightly by the alcohol. Gerard gripped onto my hand to steady me, his strong grip comforting.

The dim glow of the nearby street lamp highlighted his face in the best way possible, creating an almost ethereal glow around him, his magnificent hazel eyes only contributing to his angel-like appearance
The colours of his irises pooled and swirled, beautifully at first glance but on further examination revealed something darker, more broken.

The sound of the distant cars and soft rustling of trees seemed muted, my sole focus on my Angel. My perfect broken Angel.

Before my clouded brain knew what was happening I had lunged forward and planted my lips on his, he stayed frozen, unmoving, before he too began to reciprocate my movements. I felt his arms grip onto the sides of my hips, sending lighting shooting up and down my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our lips synchronised and passionate, fireworks practically shot through my brain.

We gently separated, I stared into his familiar eyes, a slight spark seemed present, his eyes seeming a little less broken than before.

A/N: idk why but I'm kinda on a roll with updates, I've got into the routine of writing most or all of a chapter at night and then finishing and editing it during the day.

Also, heiehue, interesting chapter, what do y'all think?

And how are ya?

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