The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:IV:.

The way the Purple and red paint splattered against the crisp white tarp didn't leave my head. His words implanted their selves in my mind driving me insane.

I had left Gerard loft a little over an hour ago and it wouldn't leave my mind.

I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay there and watch how he showed his expression through violent acts with paint, flicking the ruby red liquid across the tarp representing blood for anger well thats what he told me anyway.

I wanted to know why he was angry and what out but my question never dared to escape my lips. He had finished his little act with paint with a dazed smile, showing all rows off teeth like a tiger waiting for its prey.

All though I had only met him not even a week ago, his mystery gloomy male act made me want to know everything little secret that hid behind those hazel eyes and what he keeps in the vessel he possesses.

"Frank" My roommate snaps her fingers in front of my face clearing my dazed thoughts.

"What?" I huffed out leaning back into the rather uncomfortable couch. I watched as the couple cuddled across from me on the other couch.

I sat on the couch by my self, legs crossed and phone in my hand, I wanted to text Gerard but I never did press his number.

"Whats wrong with you, you've been sitting there for almost an hour?" Ashley stared at me with her blue eyes along with Chris's also deep blue eyes. I shrugged.

"Nothing Im just peechy" I smiled giving them a look telling them to drop it or made me look like a psychopath either one was fine by me.

"Right" Chris mumbled snuggling back into Ashley.

I stood up from the couch and dragged my feet to my room not bothering with saying goodnight to the couple.

Shutting my door roughly, I walked over to the window, opening it slightly letting the winter breeze drip into the crack of the window, filling my room.

I knelt down in front of the window, resting my head on the window ceil, my hands tucked under my chin.

The only source of light was the lamp post from out side peering into my room, only lighting half of it up.

I breathed out slowly watching the steam bubble out like I had taken a rather long drag from a toxic cigarette, poisoning my lungs. I closed my eyes feeling the wind numb my face.

I jumped when my phone went off in my pocket which laid against my stomach. Fighting for my phone I pulled it out clicking the screen on seeing a message from Gerard.

A smile made their way to my lips as I opened the message.

Gerard- Hey sorry I know we only saw each other like an hour ago but Im bored and lonely

I chuckled at the sad message before typing away.

Frank- If your lonely then invite a friend over

Gerard- Your my only friend frank

Gerard- well I think we're friends.....Are we?

I frowned, I don't see why he wouldn't think so but I suppose we didn't really know what about each other.

Frank-I'd like to think so, I don't have anyone else

It was then when I groaned, I realised how much of a loser and desperate I sounded But it was too late I had already sent it.

Bing

I glanced down smiling at the message he sent back making me feel warm.

Gerard- Perhaps we don't need anyone else but each other