Art. (Gerard way x reader)

Art.-8

I sighed as i woke up, there was no warm and soft body next to me anymore, just air.
I looked around to see if gerard was anywhere near. I didnt see his stuff, and i didnt smell any coffee, he'd left.
I got up and quickly put on some pants before walking downstairs.

Still no gerard.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to get the haze out of my sight. Then, i noticed a little paper stuck to the door, it had gerard's handwriting on it. I walked over and looked at it.

Hey, im sorry i left so soon. I got called up to write songs in the studio pretty early and i had to leave right away. Ill be back with some groceries at twelve.
-Gerard <3

I smiled at the little gesture he had made, if only i knew where his studio was.
I sighed, looking around the fully lit living room, it looked so empty without Gerard in it, giving me compliments and being nice in general.
He's perfect. He's the perfect man, why didnt he have a girlfriend? He's beautiful and sweet and.. good in bed.
I missed him already, even though i knew he would be back, i missed him.
His touches were magic, like he'd cast a love spell on me. Everything he did would make me happy, i wanted to hear him sing more often.

I looked on the clock, 11:42. Wait, i'd been asleep for that long? Gerard should be here in not too long.
I sighed, making my way over to the dirty kitchen that I hadn't used in a while. I'd only ordered food or ate at Gerards'.
I looked in the cabinet above me to see if there was any food i could prepare quickly.

Froot loops. Alright.

I grabbed the box and set it down on the counter, i looked through some dirty dishes before picking out a gross, slightly moldy, used bowl.

Great.

I stuck my tongue out at the nasty sight, i hated mold. I decided to just throw it in the trash, no salvaging that.
I eventually just ended on a surprisingly clean mug for my frootloops.
I looked in the fridge and grabbed a jug of milk, i opened it and poured it into my cup, only for it to be slimy and chunky, gross.
I threw out the contents in the mug and the jug of milk, have i really not gotten groceries in that long?
But, gerard was getting me groceries, he must've noticed the state of my kitchen.

Is my life that sad?

I looked around my living room, just now noticing the piles of dust and dirt i'd been sweeping up but not throwing away. The walls were still covered in road signs and posters, nothing had changed.
But then, a knock at the door clicked me out of my thoughts, i smiled knowing it was gerard.
I walked to the door and opened it.

There he was, he looked tired and smelled like shit, he must've been recording some stuff. He smiled his cute crooked smile as he looked at me, his hazel eyes almost looked like gemstones.

"Hey, i got you some well need groceries." He giggled, walking inside and closing the door.

"Thanks, i just realized i needed some." I giggled awkwardly, i didn't know i was bad at caring for myself, but apparently i was.
I grabbed one of two bags out of gerards hands and walked over to the kitchen. I sat the groceries down before picking them out and putting them in the right place.

"I just recorded some songs, for our new album." Gerard said, smiling like a child who had just received that one Christmas present he wanted.

"Really? Wow! What's it called?" I asked, hoping i didnt sound to curious. Im pretty sure i did though.

"Its called 'danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys' ." he said, moving his hands to match his words. He sorted out the rest of the groceries while he spoke.

"That sounds,,, dope as fuck." I joked, earning a giggle from gerard. God i loved his laugh.

"It is, it's about these guys in a dystopian city." He said proudly.

"Im so happy for you! You better let me hear the demo's." I said, turning to him and pecking him on the lips.

"We were planning to go on a US tour sometime before it comes out It's gonna be so cool!"
Gerard exclaimed, not noticing my troubled expression form.

Is he gonna go on a tour? When? How long? How would i hold out without him?

"That's cool! Ha-have you been on tours before?" I stuttered, just wanting to be with him.

"Yeah, but we went on a little break, so hopefully the new album will be out by 2010."
His arm swung around me.
"But we still have a lot to do."

I sighed in relief, i wouldn't want to be away from this man for longer than a day.

(Im sorry if this timeline is confusing, im tryna figure it out too lol)

"So, what now?" I asked, i just wanted to be with him. Watch him do his daily tasks and admire him.

Gerards lips pressed against mine in a soft kiss, it didn't last too long but it was great.
"I love you, please start calling yourself mine."
Gerard said, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

"I will, if you call yourself mine." I grinned, pecking his lips again.

Gerard nodded. "Do i get you a promise ring now?"

I shrugged. "I have you wrapped around my finger already, don't i?" I giggled, gerard looked so cute when he was all clingy with me.

"You do, you're right." He giggled, looking down into my eyes.
"And i'm not complaining, you're perfect." He said, kissing my forehead gently.

I felt my cheeks heat up as i looked at gerard. I then looked down at my feet.
"You're the first person to tell me that.." i mumbled, it was true. The few people that i had been with barely gave me any attention, it made me feel like shit.
"You're the first person to care about me like that.."

"Really? You're insanely lovable, sugar. I couldn't wish for anything more. You're all i need." He fixed my messy hair a little.
"You're so nice, and insanely beautiful. You take care of me when i forget, and i love the way you get all blushy when i compliment you."
He giggled, looking at my heated face.
"Like that,"

I buried my face in his chest, god he was beautiful. And so sweet.
"I don't deserve you, gee." I mumbled, i felt like a spoiled princess.

"No, i don't deserve you." His lips connected to mine a second time, the kiss was sweet like sugar. Hm, maybe that was why he had made up that nickname for me.

"How about some breakfast huh? You havent eaten in a while." He said, disconnecting his soft lips from mine.
"Ill make you some pancakes."