Razorblade Romance, Chapter 12

It didn't take Damien long to realize that looking for Allan with Gerard was not fun. The first 20 minutes of wandering around the halls was spent with Gerard complaining about how tired he was, and how much he hated the school. From there, Gerard continuously questioned Damian's relationship with Allan, convinced the two of them had a secret love affair.

"You guys are always around each other, even more than Gabe and I are, and you're awfully worried." Gerard had been rambling about this for ages, or so it seemed.

"Gerard," Damien was sure he was developing a twitch in his right eye. "Allan and I are not going out. And we never will because I'm straight," He nearly screamed the last part at the Finnish boy.

"No need to shout," Gerard muttered. "I can hear you just fine."

"Good. Now shut the fuck-"

"I said I heard you. I never said I believed you. You are not straight." Gerard said.

"Do you value your balls at all, Gerard?" Damien growled.

"Very much," He nodded.

"The shut the hell up," Damien said. He desperatly wanted the conversation to stop.

"You're not getting out of this that easily," He grinned, still trailing behind Damien like a lost puppy. "I'm going to help you get over your crippling denial so you can live a happy, horny life with the man you love! Just call me Dr. Love! ...Er...actually, that's a KISS song. Call me Dr. Gerard. Copy right infringement, you know?" Damien had no idea, but he only heard half of what Gerard said.

"You know Allan wants to be a doctor..." He said.

"See?"

"See what?" Damien asked. Gerard's insistnet babbling was distracting them from the real mission here. Find Allan dammit!

"I didn't even mention Allan and you were all, 'Oh, my sexy lover wants to be a doctor. He can be my doctor any time'," He faked a love-sick voice, which made him sound even more feminine than usual. Damien cringed.

"Jesus Christ...why aren't I beating the shit out of you?" He said.

Gerard grinned. "Because I'm cute and foreign and have glasses."

Damien blinked. "You don't have glasses."

"Sometimes I pretend I do," He said.

"You're crazy,"

"I'm Finnish,"

"What does-" Damien stopped. He didn't care and probably didn't want to know anyway. This was Gerard afterall.

"How many Finnish people do you know?" Gerard asked.

"Just you," Damien said.

"So how do you know everyone from Finland doesn't act like this, Dami?" Gerard smiled.

"Because I-oh forget it. And don't fucking call me that."

"Why not? Allan does." He faked a pout.

"And he's the only one who does or ever will. I hate when people call me that...especially people I don't like."

"Aww, is that supposed to hurt my feelings?" Gerard asked.

"Something like that," Damien muttered, and then added. "Look, I have a lot on my mind with Allan missing, so can we please stop talking now?"

Gerard seemed to consider this, then shrugged. "Sure,"

Damien sighed with relief. Now the little bastard would stop bugging him and throwing off his-

"So where do you think everyone is?" Damien had to dig his nails into his palm to keep from hitting Gerard.

"I don't know," He said, through girt teeth.

"Jeez, I was just asking," Gerard sounded sulky and damien was hoping he'd finally stop talking. "You know, it's really, really empty in the halls right now...I mean, where are all the kids? Usually people are running around right about now."

He had a good point, the halls were vastly empty, something out of a B horror movie. Regardless, Damien didn't care.

"Gerard, I don't fucking know," He shouted at him.

"Okay, no need for loud voices," He muttered. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Damien said instinctively, though "no" was a more appropriate answer.

"If you're so stupid, how come you go to this school? I mean, you're not rich and the only other way to get in is a scholarship, and everyone says-"

Damien snorted, "I'm not stupid."

"Really?" Gerard didn't sound convinced.

"Are you talking about all the classes I skip or my grades?"

"That, and you know...how you act I guess..." Gerard shrugged.

"I'm not stupid," Damien said, again. "I just don't care. What's the point? If I spent all my time getting good grades and going to class, I'm be miserable."

"Like Allan?" Gerard asked. Damien ignored him.

"How the hell do you think I got into this school anyway? They don't just accept anyone, regardless of how much money you have." Damien said.

"Oh...so how'd you get the money for the tuition?" Gerard asked.

"Grandparents," Damien shrugged.

"If you don't care about school how come you keep on coming back?" Gerard asked. "The only reason I do is because my parents force me to. And from what I hear your mom doesn't really care."

Damien didn't deny it. He didn't say anything. "Are you done now?"

"No," He admitted sheepishly. "Besides, you could ask me nicely to leave you alone, instead of swearing and what not."

"Gerard, I am so unbelievably close to beating the hell out of you right now..." He cautioned.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up..." Gerard pouted a little, but actually complied for around ten minutes.

"So," He said finally, after they had passed yet another door and didn't bother to check the classroom. "Why aren't we, you know, going into any of the rooms to look for him?"

"He's not in any of them," Damien said.

"What makes you so sure?" Gerard asked, skeptical.

"Because the whole reason he went to the office was because we skipped detention."

"Wait...I'm lost..." Gerard arched an eyebrow.

"Allan I had detention yesterday because I got caught smoking and neither of us went. I think Allan forgot but I just didn't want to go. Have you ever skipped detention before?"

"Umm...I've never had detention." Gerard blinked.

"Well, they usually don't figure out you weren't there until the next day, and that's when they can find you in your classes easy. I wasn't in my class when they called us down to the office, but Allan was. And Jones probably questioned him because he was there and my best friend. And not alot of people are going to risk getting suspended by breaking into his office and I'm not exactly a canidate for valid victorian."

"Ah, so you're a badass...like Quin..." Gerard smirked.

"Umm...sure...so anyway, Allan probably freaked out and confessed and probably told him about being a virgin too."

"Does that come up in conversation alot with Ally?" Gerard asked.

"No, but he's an awful liar," Damien sighed. Allan's honest demeanor had gotten them into trouble more than once.

"I must say Dami, my confidence in your intellect has increased...but what if he didn't freak out and tell Jones?" He asked.

Damien shrugged. "Then he's still in make-up detention."

"Christ, how long is make-up detention?"

"Pretty long," Damien stopped at one of the doors. "This would be the room he's in, if he's still in detention."

"And if he's not?"

"We'll figure that out later," Damien said. He grabbed the handle and turned it firmly and-

"It's locked," Gerard noted. Damien glared at him.

"I see that...do you have any hair pins on you?" Damien asked.

"Do I look like Shirley Temple? Of course I don't." Gerard grumbled.

"Do you have anything remotely similar on you?" Damien asked, again. Gerard thought about it for a moment and then checked his pockets and pulled out a compass, one end attached to a pencil and the other long and thin.

"That was strangely convinent," Damien said, grabbing it from him. Gerard grinned.

"Never know when you might need one,"

Gerard didn't know whether Damien knew how to actually unpick locks or not, but a few minutes later the lock clicked and Damian opened the door.

"Wait here and watch for people," He told Gerard. Gerard grumbled something in Finnish, but Damien ignored him and went inside. The room was empty except for one person, motionless and sprawled out on the desk. He recognized the shock of copper hair right away.

"Allan," He said and went over to the desk. For a moment, he was afraid for the worst, thought he knew it was silly to think they would leave him in the classroom. But Allan twitched and lifted his head, bleary eyed.

"Damien?" He made it a question.

"What'd they do to you?" He asked. Allan looked confused.

"I was doing some homework and I must have fell asleep..." Allan felt around his mouth. "I think I was drooling...what's going on?"

Damien breathed easier. All the guilt for leaving Allan alone vanished.

"We thought they were going to sacrifice you," Damien said.

Allan blushed. "You came to save me then, didn't you?"

Damien looked at the floor. Gerard yelled from the doorway, "Gerard did too!"

"Come on, let's go before someone gets back," Damien said. Allan was about to stand up when Gerard came in and closed the door a little.

"Someone's coming," He hissed.

A/N:

Omg...it's been so unbelievably long...I decided today I was going to finish this damn story...it's almost done anyway...ahh...I don't even know what to say...I can't believe it's been so long since I updated o.o...wiiild...

But I can't update with out thanking everyone who's left me really nice reviews since I originally posted it and Car, who urged me to finish this. Thank you all, this is for you!

I'm not going to revise this, because it's late and I'm leaving tomorow to go out of state (well...kinda...) But I will definantly update very soon with the last few chapters...I hope you enjoy this! Please remember to review! I love you guys, especially those of you who stuck with me through all this...yay you! Cookies for everyone!