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Is it hard understanding	By : screwthisimouttahere Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own the frerard fandom, nor do i know My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way, Frank Iero or Mikey Way. i do not make any profit from this story and it is completely fiction.

Chapter List
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Chapter 7
There’s no passion without art and there’s no art without passion (FPOV)
The bell rang just in time and everyone seemed to flee in seconds, leaving Gerard and I alone sitting in the back. I automatically got up and walked towards the guitar section of the classroom, going straight for my favorite one, a deep green Aria Pro. It wasn’t precisely a “good” guitar, but it was the best one here, and I had played it since I was in fourth grade, so it was like my baby.
I grabbed it and stroked the smooth material, plucking a couple strings on the way. I began playing without even realizing it; only fully noticing when the music made me smile, it was a new melody. I hadn’t written anything in forever, and it was never any good anyways… this was. It was happy, but dark… I loved it.
I opened my eyes to see Gerard standing in front of me, a look of admiration and awe in his beautiful features. I can’t believe I kissed him, on the cheek, granted, but still I had been so close. It’s just that when I saw his drawing, something in me clicked. It was like I was drunk, my mind got fuzzy and a million emotions coursed my body.
He has been thinking about me… even when I've ignored him for a week.
And the drawing as so beautiful! So precise in every detail, I couldn’t help but compare it to my hand, and it was so exact, I don’t think I would have been able to do such an amazing work, and I see my hand every day… he must have seen it what, two times? Yet it was perfect.
In that moment I just had the urge to hug him or something, but the second I saw his pale face tinged with red hiding behind a curtain of black, I thought it was the most beautiful sight ever, and I just went for it. I followed the urge to just kiss him, only in the last second taking a detour for his cheek. I didn’t want to freak him out and have him run away from me.
I really like him, I’m sure of this now, there was no denying it, and I want him. But I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t know how exactly I’m supposed to act now. At least I think Gerard must feel something for me, I mean he was thinking of me… or at least about my hand. But how do I know if he feels that way or if he’s maybe just being friendly? I have to find out… soon, cause the impulse I had today, I have a feeling is only starting. The craving for him is turning unbearable, his scent alone is maddening and the touch was electrifying and now the feeling of my lips on his skin was absolutely addicting, I can’t even imagine how it would feel to actually kiss him, and feel his lips on mine.
I was brought back from my thoughts by the most beautiful sound. I opened my eyes to see Gerard, eyes closed, hands in his pockets, swaying from side to side, humming… I was absolutely frozen by the image, and I couldn’t resist it anymore.
I leant forward and kissed his cheek again, it was just too tempting and he was too fucking adorable. For a second I panicked, wondering if he would freak out, maybe he didn’t feel the same way and would see that as a rather random and way too friendly act, but before I could completely freak out I saw Gerard smile, he kept his eyes closed and continue humming happily, but with the sweetest smile etched on his lips. I was only inches away from his face and I could feel his breath on my lips, desperate to be able to just kiss him, but I haven’t earned that right… yet… but I’m determined to. I have to be able to kiss him whenever I feel like it, whenever I like to (which is always). Having the freedom to be able to act upon that impulse would mean sheer happiness, and I’m set on being happy.
I saw him take a deep breath a lazily open his eyes.
“You know, we can leave early today… the gym teacher is sick.” he said, the smile still on his lips, still only ten inches away from mine.
“Really? Hadn’t heard.” I said with a smirk, I like where this is heading, cause even if he doesn’t ask me to do something with him, I will.
“Yep… you know, I was planning on painting my room today. My brother was supposed to help me, but he’s off in New York with his girlfriend for the week and he won’t be back till Sunday. I wanted to do it today so it could dry and air over the weekend… but now… alone…?” he said in the most adorable tone looking at the floor and shuffling his feet. He was so cute when he was shy, and he was biting his lips… Christ! Those lips!
I knew where this was going and I loved it! The prospect of being the whole afternoon with him was incredible. I don’t even mind what the hell we’re doing as long as I’m doing it with him.
“Hey, do you need help with that? I’m no Michael Angelo, but I should be able to manage to paint a room pretty decently.” I chuckled.
He laughed at that and nodded with a smile on his face “Yeah, I was going to ask you if you had nothing better to do… it should be way more fun to be stuck in a room filled with fumes with someone else…” he said blushing.
Stuck in a room… alone… with him… all afternoon… yeah, I definitely don’t have anything better to do.

As we got to Gerard's house he suddenly turned around.
“Hey, I’m just going to apologize in advance for the mess in my house. We only moved in like two weeks ago and there’s still boxes everywhere… so yeah…” he chuckled and I did too passing by him straight for the door.
“Don’t worry, my house is always a mess… I’m used to it…” I smiled at him as I waited for him on the doorstep.
He came closer and opened the door for me. As I got in I took in my surroundings, I could see the living room and there actually were boxes everywhere, also the kitchen floor was filled with wrapping paper scattered all around, I laughed and looked back to see Gerard blushing, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him so he would know I didn’t mind.
“Mum!... mum are you home?” he screamed to no one in particular, “MUM!” He shrugged and headed to the kitchen so I followed him stepping over the pieces of plastic. He was standing in front of the fridge holding a piece of paper in his hands. He turned around waving the note; “She went to New York… some divorce crap. She says she’s coming back on Sunday with Mikey and that there’s dinner in the oven.”
My brain actually shut down for a microsecond… he has the whole house to himself… for the whole weekend… HOLY FUCKING SHIT! this… THIS would be the precise moment where him being my boyfriend would be EXTREMELY convenient…
I think I felt my eye actually twitching, but managed to compose myself when I saw Gerard looking at me like I had a second head, “Oh really? Well that sucks… I mean the whole ‘being alone’ thing.”
Are you kidding me?! This doesn’t suck, this is fucking awesome!
“Well… umm… maybe… uh… would you like… to um…maybe stay here tonight? I’m really kinda scared of being left alone in this house… I haven’t gotten used to it yet.” He was biting his lip so hard I could have sworn I saw blood, but that was the least of my worries, he was asking me to stay here, to spend the night… this is going so much better that I expected!
He must feel something for me. Unless its just a friendly gesture. Maybe he is in fact scared. Well I guess we have the rest of the night to figure that out now don’t we.
“Yeah of course! It should be fun…” I smirked at him and relished on his blush.
He composed himself and walked to the oven, “Hey you wanna eat something? I’m starving!” he smiled up at me as he leaned to check what was inside it, but it took me a second to recover from the view of his ass bent over and actually answer.
“Umm… wha-what?... oh, yeah sure… I skipped lunch… yeah, starving…” I stammered. He laughed at that and took out of the oven a tray of lasagna. I cringed, but I didn’t mean for him to see that.
“What’s wrong? Hatin’ the Italian?” he chuckled.
“Umm… no… its just that… I’m a vegetarian.” I said hesitantly, I didn’t mean to make trouble, but I was starving and there is no way I could eat that without puking.
“Hah! Don’t worry it’s a veggie lasagne… it has only tomatoes… no meat.” he smiled triumphantly at me.
I couldn’t help but grin back at him, “Really?” I was shocked, I know Gerard’s family is half Italian; much like mine, so to have a veggie lasagne just because isn’t exactly common.
“Yeah! My brother went through a phase a couple years ago and I sort of adopted it… he dropped it the second he smelled a burger… I sort of liked it, plus I felt like I was doing something good without much effort… so yep, I’m a vegetarian too.” His smile was blinding.
I’m in fucking heaven… could he be in any way more perfect? “Awesome! So lets eat some!” he laughed and put the tray back in the oven turning it on.
After eating what was probably the best lasagne of my life, and if you’re wondering, yes, of course he was the one that made it (that perfect little fucker) we went upstairs to begin painting his room so we could be done before sundown.
The second I got in his room I was surprised to see that everything was in boxes in the center of the room, surrounding a bed with only a couple covers thrown on top of it, no sheets, and nothing unpacked. How did he sleep at night? Or even get dressed?
“Hey, you really meant it when you said everything was still packed…” I chuckled as I took a look around.
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to unpack and then have everything splattered with paint… so I just postponed it until I painted… which is today… so hopefully by Monday I have an actual room.” He smiled back at me.
“Well then lets get to it!” I smiled back.
He went downstairs and came back with two paint cans. “What colour are we painting your room?” I asked him as he neared me with paintbrushes.
“Red and black” he answered as he handed me one.
“Wow that’s so cool, how are we going to do it?”
“Well, I was thinking I could paint this wall black while you paint that one red? The other two I’ll leave them white…” He said pointing to the wall behind him and then to the one where the door was.
“Yeah okay, that’s sounds cool.” I smiled at him and went and took the can with a red label, winking as I took it from his hand and turning around to head to the wall I was supposed to paint. I managed to see him blush before I turned around and heard him clear his throat before walking away to his corner. I chuckled at that and proceeded to open the can and begin my work.
After about two hours of silent painting listening to some awesome music, because of course he just had to have an incredible taste in music, I was exhausted… but I was finishing, so I decided to finish the last corner before I rested for a bit.
About half an hour later I was finally done, and I couldn’t be happier, it looked great and I knew Gerard would love it. I proudly turned to see how he was doing and saw him standing just a few feet behind me staring at me, his wall flawlessly painted, his arms crossed still with his brush in hand. “Were you staring at me this whole time?” I asked him in mock horror. He just smirked and shrugged one shoulder, was he serious? He could not be cuter… or sexier right now…
I approached him slowly and I could feel my evil smile growing on my face as his turned scared. When I was close enough I lifted my hand and slapped him softly with the paintbrush leaving half of his shocked face a bright red. He stood there gaping at me, while I laughed my ass off at his stunned expression. I could barely breathe when I felt the cold liquid hit my face. I opened my eyes and touched my cheek just to see my hand smeared in black.
“Oh its on!” I yelled and swung my hand splashing his shirt and face with red.
“Bring it!” he laughed and ran back to dip his brush in more paint. I did the same, but before I could turn around he attacked, I felt my back and hair wet and cold, I turned to see him laughing and took my chance to splash him. We continued fighting, running, jumping over boxes, and splashing and slapping each other with paint until we couldn’t breathe anymore.
Practically every inch of his body was covered in red with little specks of black, his hair was dripping and sticking to his face, pointing in every direction. I looked down and realised I looked pretty much the same only with the colours reversed and a brilliant idea popped into my head.
“Hey… I call truce…” I said panting as I raised my hands, he smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, okay… truce…” he said exhausted. As he looked down to catch his breath I ran to him and hugged/tackled him to the bed. We fell and as soon as we landed he said in between chuckles “What was that for? I thought we had a truce goin’ on?”
Thinking of anything besides the fact of having Gerard underneath me was proving to be impossible, so I rolled off of him and lay next to him on his bed.
“We did… but I wanted some red on my clothes, too much black. Plus you looked like a little tomato.” I chuckled looking at him in the eyes. Even under all that paint, his stare still managed to melt me.
He broke the eye contact to look down at his clothes, “Well now we look alike…” he smiled and looked back at me.
I looked down at my clothes and then at his, now we both looked like a messed up Rorschach test, “Yeah… we are walking psychological tests.”
He laughed and closed his eyes sighing… What more can I ask for? I have Gerard in bed, eyes closed, only a couple inches away… I could feel his arm next to mine and his thigh grazing mine, Oh yeah, I know… ask for the chance to actually take advantage of this situation.
Suddenly I realised something.
“Umm… Gerard?” I said as I sat up. He turned his head and looked up to me.
“Umm… we sort of forgot about something.” I said nervously.
He looked confused. “What…?”
“Umm… take a look around…” I said slowly, chewing on my lip ring.
He sat up and I saw as his eyes widened in shock, I was freaking out, the whole room was splattered in red and black spots, the carpet, the walls, even the ceiling had colour splashes everywhere, and it was my fault. I started the fight. We had worked for hours to paint his room and I ruined it in minutes.
“I’m so sor-” I was about to apologize for ruining his room when I saw his smile.
He stood up and walked around his room in awe, a childish grin plastered on his face. “Its awesome!” he whispered to no one in particular. I stood up, relaxed now that I hadn’t fucked up his room and walked up to him looking around. The room actually looked pretty cool, it was like a Pollock painting, but darker… more rock… less pop… awesome!
“It looks pretty amazing…” I said as I neared him.
I guess he was in some sort of trance cause the second he heard my voice his head whipped in my direction and his grin grew even wider, I smiled back and before I could say anything, he was hugging me. I hugged him back obviously, and expected his amazing scent, but he smelled like paint and that’s when I remembered the mess we were.
“We should shower don’t you think?” I chuckled as I pulled away.
He was blushing and looking at the floor. “Yeah, you’re right… and… thanks… I love my room…”
“Hey no prob, I thought I had ruined it with our little fight… guess it worked out.” I smiled at him.
“Little?” he said looking at his clothes and at mine and then at the rest of the room with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah okay… maybe not so little… but you started it!” I defended myself.
“How in the hell did I start it? You slapped me in the face with a paintbrush! It was pure self-defence!” he chuckled exasperated.
“Yeah? Well… you were staring at me!” I yelled and giggled at his blush and cute face, but decided to cut him some slack. “Okay, why don’t you show me the way to the bathroom? I feel all dirty and sticky…” His blush only got worse and I realised how dirty what I had just said sounded. And i gotta say, it felt nice to know I had the power to get that reaction from him, it meant he must feel something for me besides just a friendship, or at least that’s what I’d like to think so I’ll stick with that version.
“Um… yeah… uh, sure… this way…” He stuttered looking at the floor while he walked out of the room.
I followed him and fixed the shower as he got out and told me he would shower downstairs in the guest bathroom. As I assessed the damage done in the mirror I noticed just how much of mess I was, my hair was black, hard and pointing in every direction. I laughed, took a picture with my phone, which unfortunately had gotten a little paint on the back, and got in the shower. The hot water felt amazing against my skin, but as I looked down I saw how much of a mess I was making, the whole tub was black, the wall and the curtain too. I scrubbed myself clean and then proceeded to clean the tub.
When I was done I saw a bottle of shampoo and I opened the cap to smell it, it smelled a bit like Gerard but it was missing something… I decided to use it, considering my hair was a mess, and it would mean I would smell like him. As I washed my hair and the scent wafted through the bathroom I thought of Gerard and how cute he was, not only cute, but down right hot… and I was spending all night with him. If only it could be the way I wanted to spend it.
Not a second later I could feel the blood rushing downwards… fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking hot! As I thought of the way he smelled and the way his touch made me feel I began to slowly stroke myself, the images of his ass popping in my head, the way my lips felt on his skin, and the smile they produced, my breathing got faster and more haggard, the strokes becoming faster and harder. One last image of him underneath me on the bed, how easy it would have been to just lean in and kiss him… feel his lips on mine, hear him moan… say my name… my breathing stopped and I clenched my jaw to keep quiet.
As soon as my breathing had gone back to normal I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I was flushed so I splashed my face with cold water and tightened the towel around my waist.
Shit! I have no clothes… ah fuck it, I’ll just ask Gerard for some borrowed, plus this gives me the excuse to walk in front of him wet and semi naked. I just want to see him blush once more…
As I walked in Gerard's room I froze in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth gaping, mind blank. Gerard was standing in front of his bed, his back to me, in just his boxers. His hair wet, water dripping down his back, he bent over and grabbed a pair of jeans, the view of his ass was absolutely amazing, the jeans were tight and because his legs were wet he had trouble putting them on. He shook his ass in an attempt to make them go up, and something was going up alright, it just wasn’t his pants. I shook my head to clear it and hopefully prevent the impeding boner.
I took a large breath because apparently I had been holding it since I stepped in, and it called his attention making him turn around just as he buttoned his jeans and zipped them up, my view immediately drifting. “Hey…um… you wanna….wanna borrow something to wear…?” he stuttered as he walked to a box near him.
I snapped out of my little fantasy world and somehow managed to answer coherently… kinda. “Uh…sure…yeah…tha-thanks…”
He came back with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Hmm… guess I’m going commando… He stood in front of me and I could only stare at this one lucky drop of water that fell from his hair onto his chest and rolled lower and lower until it disappeared on the top of his jeans. His particular scent was back and it was so fresh. Hmm… why do you have to be standing shirtless and wet in front of me, smelling like that, while I stand here in just a towel?! To avoid any further embarrassment I just took the clothes and went back to the bathroom before my boner could show through the towel. When I got back, finally dressed and calm, I saw Gerard taking out the covers from his bed, they were smeared in black and red paint.
“Oh… sorry about that…” I said sheepishly.
If only I had been able to control myself and not tackle him to the bed… Mmm… tackle him to bed… sounds inviting… NO! This is what happened before and now he has to wash everything… bad hormones! Bad!
“Nah, don’t worry about it, I had fun, it was worth it.” He winked at me as he passed me to go down stairs. Well hello Mr. confidence… hadn’t see you there… I like it when he is all confident… makes him even sexier if possible. I followed him downstairs and into the laundry room.
“Hey do you mind sleeping in the living room? My room stinks and that way we can watch TV or something.” he suggested as he loaded the washing machine.
“Yeah! Sounds fun, we could watch some movies!” the idea of laying on a couch watching movies with Gerard is amazing! I’m so exited!
“Okay then, lets set the couch shall we?” he chirped turning around and heading to the living room.
“We’re sleeping on the couch?” I was confused, there’s no way we can both sleep there comfortably, not unless he was like on top of me, which I wouldn’t complain about or underneath, I’m not picky.
“Yeah, it’s a sofa bed, so its big enough for the both of us. Do you mind? I could always bring down my mattress.” He said pointing upstairs.
Okay, I just found the best plan B in history! I was actually going to sleep with him! No kidding! Okay… act cool… not too eager…
“Yeah, no, its cool, I don’t mind.” he smiled at me and proceeded to take the cushions off the couch, I walked up to him and helped him pull out the bed and then I threw the cushions back to use as pillows.
I sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed and stared at him. “So what now?” I smiled up at his gorgeous face staring at me.
“Veggie pizza?” he suggested exitedly.
“And horror movies” I replied with a grin.
He nodded enthusiastically, and pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and dialled. I padded the spot next to me and he climbed on the bed and sat in front of me smiling, I couldn’t help but smile back. As I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes I could see myself falling for him, and I couldn’t help myself, I leaned in and managed to contain myself once again enough to just kiss him on the cheek, as I pulled back I saw his eyes were closed and the smile intact on his lips… such beautiful lips.
“Yes hello, I would like to order a pizza…” He opened his eyes and kept them on me, this was definitely going to be a good night.
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