Teach Me To Love

13. Aftermath Painting

"Uh, Mrs. Way..." I said nervously. She looked mad beyond hell. It was literally scaring me. Gerard was knotting his fingers together nervously.

"Want to explain this to me?" Donna asked, she was glaring at us, a death stare. Her expression was worse feeling than a Way PokerFace. "Frankie are you alright? He didn't hurt you, right?" Donna asked worriedly, she had taken the scene very wrong.

"Its not what it looks like!" Gerard said quickly. Donna scoffed.

"Really Gerard? Obviously Frank isn't like that! You don't just throw yourself at a young man because your girlfriend left!" Donna snapped. Gerard let out a deep growl from within his chest. He stomped out of the window and to the stairs. He slammed a door to the art room up there. Donna looked at me worriedly.

"Mrs. Way." I started, she came forward and hugged me tightly.

"Oh Frankie! Are you okay?" Donna asked.

"Mrs. Way, I'm fine. Gerard wasn't doing anything wrong." I told her.

"What do you mean?" Donna asked.

"I uh, I...." My words trailed away. Gerard thumped down the stairs and walked into the room.

"Ma, we are mind of in a relationship of some sort." Gerard said. Donna gasped and looked at me with wide eyes. She even let go of me.

"What? Gerard you can't be serious! You're too young for him Frankie! Plus, you're both men!" Donna said.

"Since when were you suddenly homophobic?" Gerard asked darkly, he crossed his arms.

"When you introduced me to that freakish man Bert those many years ago." Donna answered. "He was the worst homosexual that I've ever met!" She added with a disgusted expression.

"But you know us both really well!" Gerard stated.

"Gerard! This is illegal! Frank is seven years younger than you and he's a minor!" Donna countered.

"Age is but a number, as long as the bond is powerful enough, its okay." Gerard said, I shifted awkwardly.

"What's worse is that her a student, Gerard!" Donna shouted.

"We don't care!" I stated, her eyes went wider. I moved closer to Gerard and linked my fingers with his. Donna sighed.

"I hope you boys know how much trouble this can get you in." Donna said. she moved to the door. "And Frank? You are no longer allowed over with Michael anymore." Donna told me, she left out the front door, she slammed it, the slam basically shook the house.

I looked at Gerard, he had a super vacant expression. He gripped my hand tighter and I gave his hand a slight squeeze. He began walking to the stairs, I followed him. He took me to his art room. It smelled like fresher paint.

I looked at his new addition, it was a canvas covered in black paint splatters and red words roughly painted in saying 'Fuck You'. I looked at him, his hand was covered in paint. I took his hands and rubbed them all over the canvas, it smeared the words and he sighed. I had gotten paint everywhere. I put my hand on his neck pulling him down slightly to press my lips to his.

Gerard didn't seem to care that I was getting paint on him. His hands slipped up under the back of my shirt, his palms went flat on the small of my back. His hands were cold and slimey.

"No matter how hard this is, we have to do this." I whispered against his lips. Gerard's fingertips pressed down against my back.

"You're sure about this?" Gerard asked with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and kissed him hard. He chuckled slightly. I smeared paint up to his cheek and he slid his hands up my back.

"Gerard! You home?!" Mikey's voice shouted. I heard the front door close downstairs. Gerard groaned slightly and leaned his head on the wall

"I'm in the Art room!" Gerard shouted. He pulled his hands upward and it resulted in pulling my shirt off. I shivered at the cool air. Gerard opened a new thing of paint and squirted some into his hand. It was a Royal Blue. Mikey opened the door just as Gerard began to put the paint on me. I yelped slightly, it was cold.

"The hell did you do with Ma?" Mikey asked, Gerard put more pressure down on my skin.

"What'd she do?" Gerard asked, his eyes went dark.

"She came inside all pissy, I asked her what was wrong and she told me to leave. I figured something went down over here cause that's where she went." Mikey explained.

"She found out about Frank and I..." Gerard said. Mikey frowned. "Ages a homophobe now which is fucking great!" Gerard stated sarcastically. "She got mad, banned Frank from hanging out with you and told us we will get of lot of trouble." Gerard finished. Mikey groaned, he sat on the dloor and watched Gerard paint on me.

"She has a point, but if you guys really care about each other, then I guess its okay." Mikey said. I looked and smiled at him, he broke that famous PokerFace and grinned behind his thick rimmed glasses.

"Are we super serious about this relationship, Frankie?" Gerard asked. I looked up and nodded at him. He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"Okay, a kiss on the cheek in front of me is alright. But if you two start eating the fuck outta each others faced, I'm out!" Mikey said while laughing.

We all went silent, iy wasn't awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence. Gerard was working intensely on my chest, first he made the whole front half of my torso blue, he was using silvers, whites, and blacks now.

Mikey even randomly told Gerard to add more in one spot or take away some. Surprisingly the paint wasn't cracking as it dried.

Gerard finished after an hour and a half. He brought a full length mirror out of a box in the supplies closer and put it in front of me. He had painted a wolf portrait on my stomach and chest along with vines and roses going down my arms. Up on my neck were black tendrils that looked like veins in a jumbled mess trying to engulf me in paint.

"Holy hell!" I exclaimed. Gerard was smiling at me. "This is amazing like, oh holy fuck its brilliant!"

"Thanks! May I get a picture?" Gerard asked. I nodded. He moved me so I stood with my back facing a plain white wall. Gerard brought out a old camera. It had a tiny digital screen, it was a camera career photographers used. Mikey was eating chips on the floor.

"Hey, Gee?" Mikey said. Gerard took a couple pictures, then looked at Mikey. "I'm going to come over in a tutu and rights and those dancey shoes. Will you draw me?" Mikey asked, he was holding back laughter.

"Oh yeah!" Gerard answered, he was laughing now. I stood trying not to move, the paint was pulling on my skin. It hurt.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Gerard purred in my ear.

"I'll watch TV downstairs!" Mikey announced, he scurried out.

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A/N: Hey guys! I thought yal mates deserved a double post today! Because yer comments made me flail like a crazy person.

also, just a notification, the next chapter may be super intense..any guesses? :)

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