Monday morning, drag. My weekend had been completely lifeless. The whole time the Tormentors were bullying me, and I was desperate to get away. Maybe school wasn't worse than Martha's. I waited at the bus stop with my preppy uniform, and my still black nails. The bus came and I got in. To my surprise, Frank wasn't there. I was forced to sit with someone else.

My eyes wandered around the bus looking for the less harmless person. I decided to go with the person I recognized, the stupid jock. I sat next to him, but tried not to even look at him. I saw a dumb grin stretch across his face. His blue eyes were all over me, probably undressing me in his imagination.

He chuckled lifelessly. "I knew you would sit with me. So Celeste, why are you so difficult?" I stared into his bogus blue eyes.

"What? I didn't hear you." I looked away again. I could have guessed he would find my name soon enough. The jock wasn't attractive at all; I couldn't understand women. He was tanned, and huge.

I felt a huge hand on my arm. "Come on sweetie, you know you want me." He sounded like a complete imbecile.

I looked away. "I find it adorable that you comfort yourself so well with your optimistic attitude" I joked still not staring at him. The bus finally came to a halt. I practically dashed out of the bus.

The first person I noticed was Frank standing on the sidewalk, half smiling. His curly hair was even bigger than his body.

"Sorry" he mumbled. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he tingled under it. I dropped my hand quickly.

"It's okay." I giggled my way inside, side to side with Frank. It was adorable how he always got so nervous near me. "So, what gives?"

Frank was trembling nervously. "Jack threatened me. He said if I sat with you on the bus today, he would kick my butt." I looked up at him, and he was definitely nervous that Jack would kick his butt anyway.

"Wait, Jack is the jock? Ironic." Frank smiled at my hostility, but was sulking in less than a second later. I changed my books while Frank stood next to me.

I heard a masculine voice come near. "Hey Frunk, what did I say? Get the hell away from her. If she isn't with me, she isn't with anybody." I rolled my eyes, and slammed my locker. Frank was about to faint of nerves. I understood him; Jack was pretty big.

I tapped him on the chest. "Excuse me but who do you think you are?" He opened his mouth to answer but I raised my hand to quiet him quickly. People were piling up around us to watch. "Please save me the explanation of how you became a loser. Stop being such a bitch, and accept that I'm not interested. I'm glad we had this talk. Oh and by the way, his name is Frank." I tapped his lightly on the chest once more giving him a phony smile, and grabbed Franks arm. I pulled Frank away from him, and walked him to my first class.

Frank was trembling underneath my arm. "Thanks, but now I think I'm going to be beaten up quicker." His voice was more uneven than ever.

I smiled cozily. "Believe me he won't. I humiliated him. Now he's going to give up on me, and hate me for life." I beamed, and he raised an eyebrow in mystification.

I was right. The entire day Jack had spent the majority of his time glaring at me. Frank was relieved to see he wasn't Jack's first target. I could tell by the way he spoke more evenly when he had looked Jack's way. Frank was nice, we weren't alike in almost anything but he was nice. Frank was a genius, and I wanted to do something about it. But Frank was too embarrassed about being a nerd already.

During school I had decided I didn't want to go straight home. When the bell rang ending the hell that was high school I changed my books with Frank beside me, as usual. He noticed I wasn't heading for the bus stop, and grabbed my arm. I stared at him with disbelief, but he let go quickly and nervously.

"Where are you going?" His voice was squeaky, and nervous. We were standing past the sidewalk.

I smiled impishly. "Away. No, I'm kidding. I want to walk around, I don't want to go home just yet."

I noticed he made a sullen face. "Oh. Well, I-" he began, as he kicked the ground. I noticed there was no precise object on the ground to be kicking, he was nervous.

I sighed relaxingly. "You can come." I didn't miss the excitement that grew on his childish façade.

I rolled my eyes.

We were walking by the Main Street cemetery, worst place to be if you're sad. It was completely depressing, and dismal. To me, it was beautiful. I could see Frank recoiling from the cemetery.

I giggled. "Scared?" I stopped walking right in front of the cemetery.

His face looked up at me with fear shining through his fair skin. I looked up at the sun, standing still.

"Can we go?" I heard his voice but I was lost in the rays of the sun. The feeling of the heat on my cheeks was too much. I couldn't hear anything but I wanted to see the sun. I smiled, and looked to where Frank was supposed to be.

I was surprised to see someone else sitting against the cemetery's fence with a sketching pad. He was gorgeous, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His skin was a dark russet, flawless and soft. His nose was sharp, strong chin, and chiseled cheekbones. His hair was long, dark, and styled into casual disarray. He had his pouty lips puckered, with a pencil in between the top and bottom lip. The most beautiful part of all was his eyes. His eyes were almond shaped, deep, and dark like the night I loved so much. He was no normal Pleasantvillian. He wore torn up jeans, a tight t-shirt, and vans. He looked absolutely stunning.

After I felt a tapping on my shoulder was when I noticed my jaw had dropped. The worst part was that the guy was not oblivious to my reaction towards him. I looked around to find who had tapped me on the shoulder, and found Frank.

He was shifting his weight awkwardly. "Can we go now?" I then calculated he had only moved from where he was standing because he was afraid of standing too close to the cemetery. Frank's eyes were moving from mine to Mr. Gorgeous behind me, and back.

I giggled inelegantly. "Sure." I glanced over at Mr. Gorgeous once more, and he was staring straight at me. His smile was completely smug. I shuddered.

We walked down until we made Priest St. Frank seemed eager to go to his house. "You can go Frank. Don't worry, I'm a big girl."

He smiled down at me, and stood before me. "See you tomorrow." I smiled back kindly. I had to admit, I really had grown used to his nerves. Frank was weird and all but he was genuinely a nice person. Frank was also different. It was only my second day getting to know him so I was hoping I might get closer during the passage of time.

I walked back down the street alone, and passed the cemetery once again. I had to admit I half hoped to see Mr. Gorgeous again but the guy was gone. I noticed a small sketch on a piece of paper on the ground where he had been sitting. Without even thinking I ran to the spot and grabbed the paper.

I was taken aback by the drawing. My eyes carefully followed every single drawn line, taking it in, and analyzing it. It was of me. I wasn't of course 100 sure Mr. Gorgeous had drawn it, even though it was more like a 98. It was amazing. It was I looking at the sky. It was only a first try obviously but it looked so beautiful. I couldn't help but smile. I stashed the drawing in my book bag, and continued home.

A/N

People!! Read my story!! Haha!! This movie is completely and solely about humans . . . but it will be interesting!