Your Icy Blues (Frerard)

Part 14 ~ Sheets

Hey lads, I'm sitting in traffic at the moment, and I was like: eh better update my story. This is being written from my phone, so I'm sorry if my grammar is shit, and it's kinda short. Enjoy!

- R.G.B.

"GEEEEEEE!" I squealed sprinting down the hallway, nearly falling down the stairs, and dove into his room. Gerard was sleeping at the moment, but jesus, I just NEEDED to tell him what happened at Starbucks. "GERARD!" I yelled into his ear. No reply. I grabbed a stray water bottle that was sitting on his night stand, and walked to the bathroom to fill it up to the top. I walked back to where he was laying and BAM. Poured the whole thing right over his head.

Gerard's eyes shot open, and of course he started choking. I stared at his little episode wide-eyed, sitting at the edge of the bed, still holding the water bottle. 'Should I be doing something?' I cocked and eyebrow at him as soon as he stopped coughing, and wheezing. "FRANK, WHAT THE FUCK." He boomed.

"SOMETHING HAPPENED AT STARBUCKS." I yelled right back, waving my arms around.

"THAT'S GREAT, THANKS FOR GETTING MY PILLOW ALL WET."

"Any time." I smirked

(a/n: gah, my lip is bleeding now wtf)

Gerard got up from the bed, and started ripping the sheets from his bed, and throwing them to the other side of the room

(a/n: ok wow 'I Never Told You What I Do for a Living' just started playing as I typed that. So ironic. "A STAIN THAT NEVER COMES OFF, THE SHEETS, CLEAN ME OFF")

"So," He began, digging throught the cupboard in his bathroom, for new sheets. "What was it that you needed to tell me, ever so badly that you poured water over my face, when I was peacefully sleeping?"

"Okay, so listen up" Gerard nodded, putting on the new sheets "Me and Ray were at starbucks yeah?"

"Ray and I." Gerard corrected.

"Whatever," I flapped my hand at him "So we were ordering, and I didn't know what to get so this guy walks up to me and is just like 'try the mocha' so I did, and I walked back to our table and he kept staring at me, and so I kinda igorned him and started doing shit on my phone, and when I looked up he's fucking standing there holding my coffee and he gives it to me just like 'you're too wrapped up in your phone' or whatever, and Ray comes back and the guy is still staring at me, and so Ray notices and he's just like 'Hey, he kinda looks like you' and I'm like 'ew no' and jesus christ, Gee, it was terrifying. I mean, what if he put something in my drink?!" I looked around the room, all nervous, and shook up inside, biting my nails.

"Wait." He stopped putting the pillow case on his pillow, and stared at the wall. "You drank the coffee right?" His head snapped towards me.

"Of course-"

"Good, that would've been a waste of coffee." He procceeded with what he was doing "And I wanted it if you weren't gonna drink it."

I rolled my eyes. "I went through all of that, and you only cared about the coffee?"

Gerard shrugged, and tightened his lips together for a split second "Yeah pretty much." He said, while throwing the pillow back on the bed, and flopped down on the clean sheets.

"Wow, thanks ever so much." I huffed.

"Alright, don't get your panties in a twist." He closed his eyes "You're all bunched up, why don't you just lay down for a while?"

"Because if I do, and I fall asleep you'll just kick me off me off the bed in your sleep." I sighed "Did you know you snore?"

"No, actually."

I walked over to his desk with all of his drawings and started looking through them. They were actually really impressive. Most of them. I found a page with a woman wearing a black and maroon suit, with question marks on her legs. 'The Rumor' it read in big black letters. Above the woman was a man(?) with a cat's head in a blue suit. There was a small logo of a black umbrella on its chest.

(a/n: I couldn't tell what gender it was, I apologize.)

I found another page. A painting of a man and woman, looking like they were about to kiss. Both splattered blood. "Gerard, these are amazing!" I called to him, still looking at his work.

"Mmm." He agreed, still attempting to sleep.

"You should become a comic book artist or something."

"Eh, I guess."

"Right..." I trailed off "Okay, well I'm gonna go to the store to get some shit, where's your wallet?" Gerard quickly pointed to the nightstand, then flopped his arm back down.

--Time Lapse--

'Shampoo, Bread, that cereal that I like...' Jesus christ this list went on forever. 'eggs, milk, uhhhh yogurt,' I kept reading the list Gerard had quickly scribbled down before I left 'dont forget coffee or i'll fuckin kill you, iero' Of course... 'and dr. pepper' It finally ended there.

I wandered through the supermarket for some time, collecting everything Gerard needed, I went to go to the dairy section and-

"Ah!" I yelped, clutching my chest. That guy again. Was he stalking me?

"Oh, dear. Nearly made you drop your stuff." He chuckled nervously.

"Yeah... um, I better be going." I walked quickly to the check out station. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. Jesus chirst. What the hell did he want?