Be concerned

1. I'm not summoning Satan!

Gerard Way lived in an apartment, it wasn't because he couldn't afford a house, it's just that he felt more secure in an apartment; no one would die alone if it was blown up or some shit. Also, who'd want to paint in a house when you could live in an area with fucking amazing views and the sun killing your vampire-like vibes, fuck the sun, Gerard would happily fight the sun. Gerard didn't paint the sky very much i just made him feel cute in a way. Hands were interesting to Gerard and Gerard loved to paint interesting things so he had way too many drawings of hands.

He'd take it pretty far sometimes by drawing hands in Biro inside to painting and that was fucking hardcore to Gerard. Some kind of classical music was being echoed through the 3 rooms, the 28 year old didn't pay attention to who was the composer, it was a group of sounds that sounded pretty, why would you wan to focus on the composer?

Gerard knew he was a loser, the only time he went out was to buy a pack of cigarettes and sometimes get Starbucks if he felt the need to. All of his food was ordered online or it was just a takeaway. Gerard was running low on cigars, what a surprise. Gerard was already in suitable attire to go out in public because some people like to look good when walking around the house.

There was a newsagent opposite Gerard's apartment which was common in New York so if Gerard suddenly had one too any cigarettes (probably worrying if people lose interest in his paintings). The sore was ran by a tall dude who occasionally put his hair into a man bun which made Gerard laugh but then wonder if he could pull it off because his hair was pretty long. He walked in and the cashier turned to grab Gerard's cigars. He paid the $6 (which was half he price because its a fucking newsagent and they're cheap as shit) and left and decided to get a Starbucks for once.

It was only a short walk to the cafe; the perks of living in New York. The line was pretty long as usual. Gerard reckoned that every line to have ever been in a Starbucks could go up to the moon because they were so fucking long. After reviving his large coffee Gerard was about to walk out but when he passed a man on his laptop mumbling some words, was he insane? "uh, are you okay?", Gerard questioned the possible satanist, "Huh..? OH uh yeah, just trying to think of a way to finish this chapter..."

"Oh... It just sounded like you were trying to summon Satan, uh, good luck..." and that's when Gerard finally decided he'd seen enough for one day.

At 1 in the morning Gerard had fallen asleep at his desk again but suddenly a scream woke him up, there was drool on his cheek but he cared more about if someone was being killed. He unlocked he door and looked out the door to see the man from Starbucks acting as if he just saw a ghost, "THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER IN MY BED FUCKING KILL IT OR I'LL CRY I SWEAR TO GOD"

"Okay man calm your cock, let me get a glass and some paper..." and 2 minutes later Gerard was in this dudes apartment trying to find a spider, "GOT IT FUCK YOU!"

"DUDE I OWE YOU ONE!"

"Fuck yeah you do uhh, what's your name?"

"Frank! Frank Iero! You might be?"

"Gerard Wa-"

"DUDE YOU'RE GERARD WAY?"

"Yeah?"

"DUDE YOUR ART IS FUCKIN' RAD OH SHIT!"

"Oh uh, thanks!"

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This is so short I'm really sorry plz forgive me but it's my first fic so ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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