I could barely even keep my eyes that Monday morning. Frank had run into Starbucks to grab us coffee while I was left dozing off in his car. He came back, holding two coffees and a small paper bag.

"Hey, baby, wake up," Frank said, startling me from my half slumber. "I got you a muffin, sugar, you gotta eat it before you get to school."

I yawned, sitting up straight and tiredly taking the baggy on him as he put the drinks into the cup holders. I sleepily nibbled on the muffin, feeling my heavy eyes drifting. All too soon we were already in the school drop off section. I looked down at my half-eaten muffin.

"You can save that for lunch," Frank suggested.

I put it into the bag and shoved it into my backpack.

"Be a good boy at school," Frank said. "I'll see you as soon as I can."

He leaned over and gave me a kiss. The world erupted into colors, which seemed to lighten me up, like my own little burst of energy that was made just for me. I yawned again, getting out and starting to walk away.

"Hey! Gee!" Frank called.

I turned back in confusion and saw Frank holding out the coffee. I blushed, looking at the cars that were waiting. My fingers brushed with his as he handed me the cup and I smiled. I turned and headed inside, drinking my coffee in hopes of getting more energy. I went to my locker, where Lindsey and Bert were waiting as usual. Lindsey looked particularly excited.

"How was it?" She asked the second I was within speaking range.

"It was great," I replied.

"Okay, you're gonna need to give me more than that," she stated.

"Well, we went to the mall, we fucked and we cuddled and just had a good time," I said.

"You fucked?" Lindsey asked, raising her eyebrows. "How was that?"

I ignored the slight discomfort in my ass from where it still hurt a little from yesterday.

"It was great," I said.

Bert rolled his eyes and Lindsey frowned.

"You're gonna need to give us more info than that," she said.

I blushed and shook my head. "No, things are between Frank and I. It was our special weekend and I'd kind of like to keep it that way. Just the two of us with our own little memories."

"Well okay, that's fine if you want to keep it private," Bert said.

"But it was so domestic and amazing," I gushed. "I actually felt like we were a normal couple and it was perfect."

Lindsey smiled at me as I set my coffee onto the shelf in my locker and put some textbooks into my bag.

"But that's all I'm going to say," I told them, making a motion of zipping my lips.

I grabbed my Starbucks cup, shutting my locker and walking with them down the hall.

"Okay, but we need to plan on doing something for your birthday," lindsey said.

"Yeah, we should all just hang out at Lindsey's place," Bert suggested.

"But what about all the fun at the strip club?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah, I just don't think I wanna do that, Linds," I denied. "Now that I'm in my sort of relationship with Frank I just don't feel all that comfortable with it. It feels like I'm cheating on him."

"He's cheating with you," Bert pointed out.

Lindsey hit his shoulder. "It's only because it's true love."

"But still, if he's willing to cheat with you then what's stopping him from cheating on you?" Bert asked.

"It is true love, they're soulmates and he wouldn't do that," lindsey defended, sending him a glare.

Bert raised his hands up in innocence. "Hey, I'm just saying because I really just don't enjoy cheating."

I nodded understandingly. Both his parents divorced a couple years ago after his dad found out his mom was cheating on him with another man. From his point of view, I could tell why he wouldn't like this.

"Frank's just not like that," I said. "I understand what you mean but he wouldn't cheat on me."

"But what about Jamia?" Bert asked. "Imagine how she must feel about this."

"Well, she doesn't know about it," I said. "Frank's bound to choose me over her and yeah I'll feel a little bad when he breaks the news to her, but, I mean, at least I get to have Frank."

Lindsey and Bert shared a look, making me frown.

"That's not very nice, Gee," Lindsey said. "I know Frank is your soulmate but Jamia still has feelings too."

I rolled my eyes. "I thought you wanted to destroy her."

"I didn't mean it literally, just as a joke," Lindsey said.

"Whatever, I can tell that Frank's happy with me," I said.

Bert cleared his throat at the slight tension in the air. "Okay, well, we should get to class."

I nodded my head, drinking from my cup as I walked towards my class. It was just an art class, which really isn't that great. Movies always make art class seem like some sort of safe haven for artistic kids like me. However, the classes were just filled with kids who needed to fill art credits so it wasn't all that different from other classes. Plus, you're told exactly what to draw, and if it doesn't look like how the teacher wants it, then your art is just considered bad.

I sat at my table in the corner as kids started filling in. Three other people say with me, but i didn't really know them. We talked occasionally but not much, only to ask simple questions like what time class ends. The three of them were friends and talk nonstop, but I tended to block them out with music.

"Gerard," the teacher called. "Do you have your project?"

I looked up, remembering the project that was due today. I had spent all weekend at Frank's and had completely forgotten about it sitting on my desk at home.

"No, sir, I forgot it at home," I said.

"Bring it next time or I'll take off points," he said.

I nodded, taking another drink. He went to the front of the class and everyone stopped talking to look up at him.

"We are starting a new project," Mr. Harvey said. "We must create something monumental."

Nobody knew exactly what he was talking about as we stared.

"You must take something small, something insignificant that people don't usually notice and make it spectacular," he said. "Let's say if we took the zipper on my jacket. It's small, boring. But blow it up and it can be something great."

He went over to his computer, turning on the projector and putting a picture up on the board. It was of a simple little screw but in the drawing it was blown up so it barely fit on the page. There was another of a leaf with water droplets on it.

"Whoever needs to go to the library come talk to me," Mr. Harvey said. "Others can just use their phones if they have them to research reference photos. Or you can always take photos yourself."

I pulled out my phone, looking up some things that I could possibly draw. Nothing seemed to stand out and I frowned on boredom. The rest of the class was spent just browsing through photos that I deemed to be to boring for a school project.

By the time class was over, I had lost seven percent of my phone battery and overheard the new gossip from the sophomore girls at my table. My coffee cup was empty as I tossed it into the trash and headed into the hallway. I wish I could just leave and go with Frank but he was at work right now. Plus, we couldn't do anything together after school because Jamia was coming home this afternoon.

I wish everything could just be Frank and I. We could be together and live happily ever after. Frank and I could make such a good couple if there weren't so many issues in the way. And by issues, I mean Jamia. I just want to be with my soulmate and I wish Frank would just tell her already. I mean, the choice between us should be obvious. He may love her but I'm his soulmate. We're connected in ways that no one can explain, in ways that no one can fully understand. Even I don't exactly understand why we only see colors while touching. It's just what happens.

I walked through the dismal grey halls, the suffocating feeling of grey all around. It was boring and sad not having any sort of colors to brighten up my life. It all seemed to match my mood. Sad grey people in this sad grey school. But really, that's just my mood whenever I'm not with Frank. Frank makes me happy and I make him happy too. I wish we could just run away together.

"Hey, Gee!" A voice called.

I turned and saw Eliza catching up to me, pushing passed the other people in the crowded hall. I stopped, leaning against a wall of lockers to see what was so seeming urgent.

"I have a proposition for you," she said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Go on a date with me," she said and I opened my mouth to deny when she cut me off. "I can take you out to dinner at this really nice place."

"Sorry, Eliza, but I'm already taken," I said.

I turned and walked away, heading towards my next class where I knew Bert would be waiting. I got into the mostly empty classroom and saw him waiting at our seats.

"Eliza just tried to ask me out again," I told him as I sat down.

"What'd you say?" Bert asked.

"That I'm taken," I replied as though it were obvious.

I saw Bert shift in his seat as he crossed his arms.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you know I don't enjoy cheating," he said. "Whether it's true love or not, this still just sucks for Jamia."