Gerard stares at the number he dialed and sighs. Yeah, this is happening. He is getting a model off Craigslist.
“Yelloooooooooow?”
Gerard exhales. “Um… Is this Frank? Iero. Frank Iero.”
He giggles. “Yep! This is Frank! Who is this?”
“This is Gerard…Way. I um saw your add on uh, Craigslist?”
“Yeah. That’s where I put it.”
“Ok yeah… and I um-”
“You need a model. Dude chill…” Frank chuckles from the other end of the line.
“Yeah.”
“Ok. I will need your infoooooo.”
This guy is too fucking happy. Like, what the fuck? His life must be fucking perfect. Perfect fucking family, perfect fucking-
“Yeah I um,” Gerard spits out his contact and address.
“Alright man, I’ll call you with a date that I can do.”
Gerard nods and hangs up. He can do this. This is just a guy. A guy who will be sitting on his couch so Gerard can paint him.
Not weird at all…
~*~*~
The phone rings and Gerard snatches it up. He waits about three seconds so it doesn’t seem like he was curled in a fetal position staring at his phone.
What? Never…
“Hello?” Gerard mumbles.
“Hey man. It’s Frank. Frank Iero.” He says in a Sean Connery voice.
Gerard giggles. “Hello Mr. Iero.”
“So how about Tuesday? Painting correct? So that will take a while.”
Gerard nods and it’s silent.
Right. This is a phone. “Uh, yeah.”
“Ok dude. So like nine am?”
Gerard shakes his head. He doesn’t wake up until eleven. “Yeah sure…”
“I’ll see ya in two days.” Frank laughs.
“Sure, sure. Bye Frank.”
“Bye Gerard.”
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Craigslist
FanfictionYes. Gerard has resorted to Craigslist. Problem? Gerard sighs as he scrolls down. He just wants a model. A model to sit on a couch. That's all. Is that too hard to ask for? Gerard just wants to paint and get a good grade. He wants to pass this damne...
