Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

Sleep

A/N: Yes I am updating, love me! *heart* also, this is so cliche kill me

I scrubbed my hands, trying my best to get at least some of the paint off of them.

"That paint's not gonna come off easily. Show it to your mother so she can know you're not just sitting here and looking pretty." I chuckled, walking out of the bathroom.

"What time is it?" I asked Gerard, yawning.

"Almost 11 pm. Damn, you've been here for a while." He muttered the last part, apparently not wanting me to hear it. "What did your mom say?" I pulled my phone out, checking my messages.

"She said that if you don't mind, I can either crash here or stay at a friend's." I read aloud, looking up at him.

"Do you want to go to a friend's?" I shook my head. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't think they would like for me to show up on such short notice." Gerard nodded.

"I understand," He said. "Well, there's a pull out couch, I'll get that set up for you. If you need me at any time during the night, just knock; I'm a light sleeper." He looked outside, noticing the pouring rain. "If you get scared, let me know." He walked away for a second, coming back with a bag like you would see in hotels, with a bedsheet and a comforter. I thanked him after he pulled the bed out and made it up.

"Alright, you're all set. Goodnight, Frank." He headed upstairs.

"Goodnight, Gerard."

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A/N: when I say cliche, I literally mean cliche oh my god here goes

"Gerard?" I knocked on his door, flinching again at the sound of thunder.

"The door's unlocked." He spoke groggily, and I opened the door, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. A lamp turned on, illuminating the area around Gerard. His black hair was messy, he was shirtless, and he very much looked like he wanted to go back to sleep.

"Sorry, I'm just not a huge fan of storms at all." I spoke softly, and Gerard ran his fingers through his hair, sitting up.

"I'm letting a painting dry and I don't want you to hit it," His voice was deeper than usual. "So you have two options: either A, sleep in my bed, or B, go back downstairs. There would be an option C for me to go down there with you, but I am not moving from this bed." I paused.

Let's be real, I wouldn't sleep with any teacher there is, like I wouldn't sleep with Mr. Silver, the photography class teacher. I looked at Mr. Way. Another clap of thunder startled me.

"With you." I briskly walked over to the other side of the bed, proceeding to get under the covers, facing the direction opposite of Gerard.

"If you even think of doing anything..." I rolled my eyes.

"I came in here because I was scared, that's all."

"Go to sleep, Frank."

"I can't." Gerard sighed softly, turning and wrapping his arms loosely around me, and I inhaled his scent of cologne and cigarette smoke.

"Better?" I nodded. "Tell anyone about this and you are dead."

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"Good morning." Gerard said as I came downstairs, yawning.

"Someone's chipper." I folded the covers up from the pull out bed I had abandoned last night, pushing the bed back into its normal state.

"I've had a lot of coffee." His hands were slightly shaking as he took another sip.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked, taking the breakfast sandwich that Gerard offered me. He shrugged, brushing hair out of his face.

"Since four. So about... 5 hours and 43 minutes." He acted like it was no big deal, and I frowned.

"Don't worry, I was working. I work better late at night/early in the morning." He walked away for a second, returning with a canvas.

"I had it printed onto a canvas, the drawing I did of you. Added some colour, etc." He placed it on a easel, taking a pen from behind his ear and signing it in the bottom right corner.

"If you want it, you can have it. It's a little sloppy, and I messed up the strokes right over here—"

"It looks great, Gerard. Don't sell yourself short. I'm gonna keep it. Or, you could show it off to the class tomorrow and then I can take it home. Have they seen how great your art skills are?" He shrugged again.

"They've seen the paintings on the walls, and that's it."

"Maybe you should start doing a painting of the month/student of the month, or something like that."

"Featured Student of the Month." He smiled. "Do you mind if I take credit for that? I don't want for there to be any suspicions raised." I shook my head.

"I don't mind at all."

A/N: leaving you guys with a sort of cliffhanger because I am a horrible, horrible, horrible person that you all love.

So I've prewritten everything up to chapter 11, that's one reason why updates are slow. But I love you all, and I am getting fast reads omg. Ily!

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