CHAPTER TWO
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Lindsey Ballato stood in front of Gerard's apartment door at exactly 8:00 am, just like they had agreed to. Only problem was, nobody was answering the door.
She gave up on the eighth knock and retrieved her own duplication of the apartment keys fron her purse. She unlocked the door and waltzed in casually as though she was entering her own home.
"The queen bitch has arrived!" She yelled, her voice echoing throughout the room.
She received no response. Lindsey sighed and shook her head, making her way to Gerard's room. The door was already opened and she just pushed her way in, immediately spotting a mop of yellow, messy hair.
"Gerard?" Lindsey tried to shake the lemon-haired man awake, but it only resulted to him wrapping the sheets tighter around himself and snuggling his head further into the pillow.
"Gerard," she tried again.
"Fuck off," Gerard grumbled.
"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine." Lindsey rolled her eyes when Gerard still didn't budge.
"GERARD!" She screamed directly at his ear, jolting the man awake.
"Ow, shit!" He yelled back, sitting up straight, which he immediately regretted.
"What the fuck was that for?" He glared at Lindsey.
"What was that for - excuse me, we've agreed to meet up at your apartment, 8 am sharp." Lindsey reminded him. "And as far as I know, I'm the one who'll be doing you a favor." She said, gesturing to the box of hair dyes on his bed side table.
"Oh, right," Gerard pursed his lips. "Give me a sec," he said as he took his phone which was also on his bed side table.
"So now you're gonna tweet about it?" She rolled her eyes when Gerard just nodded. "Oh okay, because I'm sure that your seven followers actually give a fuck about it."
"Fuck you, I've got eight followers now." Gerard snarled.
"Yeah, and those eight followers are composed of me, Mikey, Kristin, both your parents - whom you forced to, may I add - and three free follow accounts." Lindsey listed.
Gerard blushed, "Screw you."
Lindsey grimaced, "I'd rather not."
He ignored her as he checked the tweet he had composed.
@gerardwaytogo:
"Another hair-dyeing session with @lindseyballato! Alas, I cannot be a Lemon forever as one must change their hair. Maybe I can still be Lemon...one wonders."
Sending tweet...
Tweet sent!
Lindsey's phone lit up and she frowned as she checked the notification.
"Eww, did you have to tag me in your lame ass tweet?" She pouted.
"Hush, child, just fave and retweet it," Gerard dismissed her whining. He finally got out of bed and folded the sheets into a neat pile.
"What are you wearing?"
Gerard looked down and examined his shirt, "it's my Hawaiian shirt, why?"
"Please fucking burn it," Lindsey looked at it with disgust.
"But it's comfy," Gerard argued.
"Yeah, and it make you look like a hobo," Lindsey shot back. She opened his closet and examined his wardrobe before retrieving an old and faded band tee. She tossed it to Gerard.
