❝ synthetic ❞╭──╯ . . . . . gerard way

17: undefined and undeniable

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I awoke the next morning with the bright sun blaring into my eyes. I squinted them open, trying to make sense of things after being 'blinded'. I slapped/massaged my face awake in an attempt to feel less sleepy as I slowly rose from the comfort of my mattress. 

I glanced out the window to see Gerard sprawled out in his bed, limbs in every direction as his mouth hung open. I am very lucky to have this view every morning. Yes, even when we were growing up, all the way til now. 

Soon boredom took over, so I did the only reasonable thing and did something productive. And by that I mean the bare minimum, getting dressed. 

Of course, it won't matter if I shut my curtains since Gerard's asleep and the bathroom is just too far. I slipped into something comfy, not planning on doing much today besides catching up with my dad. 

I yawned, looking around my room as if an idea would suddenly happen. My gaze shifted out the window out of habit. Almost like fate was working against me, Gerard sat there with a smirk plastered over his features. He was shirtless and his hair was a bigger mess than my life. 

Damn.

I mean... how dare he see me naked..? 

...I don't mean that- uhhhhh...

You know... I'm just gonna roll my eyes and play some Green Day. (going to see them in august!!)

After occupying myself with something, I heard my door squeak open and my head swiftly turned in that direction. 

"Morning," My dad greeted me with a smile. "I'm gonna make pancakes, it'll be ready in a few,"

"Okay, thanks dad," I smiled before putting down whatever the fuck I was holding. He shut the door and I plopped into bed. 

I glanced out of the window to see if Gerard had anything interesting going on. Ooooh he's still shirtless. He seemed to be focusing hard on a drawing at his desk, his backbones flaring as he was somewhat hunched over. 

I watched for a little while, not knowing how much time passed. I admired the way his hands would trace over the page with skill and technique. I was snapped slightly out of my daze by Mikey entering the room.

/Gerard POV//cos its a cute scene to see from his pov/

I intensely drew whatever the fuck I was drawing, knowing full well [name] was watching. I purposely was shirtless so her eyes would be drawn to me. 

And just one last line...

*creek*

"Fuck," I mumbled, looking at the messed-up line from the sudden noise. "Mikey, what the fuck?"

"Mom wants you to do the dishes, and dude, put a damn shirt on. I know you like [name] but nobody wants to see those nasty pits," Mikey said sarcastically before leaving the room. I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that he also had nasty pits.

"'Put a shirt on' 'Nasty pits' 'blah blah'" I mocked quietly, putting away my drawing and standing up, sending a wink over to [name] and putting a shirt on. I watched her turn away with a flushed face, thinking it was the cutest god damned thing in this beautifully fucked up world. She doesn't know how important she is to me.

/back 2 u/

Oh god... he caught me staring. I mean, I did too earlier but it's different. How it's different - I'm not sure at the moment. I sighed and went downstairs to see the progress on breakfast and how I could help out. 

I went down and helped my dad. We enjoyed our delicious pancakes and chatted about his work trip, though there wasn't much to say. 

"So who were you hanging out with yesterday?" He suddenly asked, switching the subject.