The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

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Laughter filled the loft as we stood in front of my canvas inspecting my painting. Looking from Gerard's painting then to mine, I couldn't help but giggle harder then before.

"My god I suck at painting" I laughed placing the paint brush down. 

Gerard had tried to teach me how to paint a daisy with black paint and lets say it did not look like a flower at all. It had black smudges everywhere, the lines weren't straight and connected properly and each petal was not even at all. 

On the other hand Gerard's looked fucking amazing, it was so detailed and perfect, it looked like a black and white photo being imprinted onto a canvas, truly beautiful. 

"I like it" Gerard laughed inspecting my painting further. I rolled my eyes and groaned from embarrassment. 

"Weren't you told not to lie" I sassily spoke clicking my fingers. He shook his head packing the pallets up. 

Click

I turned around to Gerard seeing him holding his camera pointing it towards my painting. 

OH GOD NO

He held the camera back up to the canvas but me not wanting him to take the picture I jumped up in front of the painting covering it. 

"Oh my goodness" He spoke letting out a giggle. Being curious I walked over to him glancing down at the screen. The picture he took had me jumping up like a star fish but I had two chins going on and my hair was everywhere. 

The image started to print out of the camera. He took the picture out and placed the camera down before shaking it to help it develop then held it up. He looked me in the eye before laughing louder.

"Oh this is going in the exhibition" He smirked.

My smiled dropped hearing those words. I quickly reached out making grabby hands for the image.

"Give that here!" I huffed trying to grab the ugly photo. He held it up above our heads since he's taller it was along way up for me. 

"Hey give it, its ugly!" I jumped trying to grab it. I glanced down seeing his t-shirt rise slightly, so being mean I poked his sides seeing him jolt. I chuckled before tickling his sides hearing him gasp for air as he laughed and plead for me to stop.

He lowered his hands low enough for me to snatch the photo and start running around.

"Get back here!" He yelled chasing me around his loft. I dodge his furniture and the beams that supported his roof, swiftly running like a fox. I felt like we were five years playing around at school. 

I was laughing to much before I was tackled to the floor. My body smacked against the floor and I felt weight land on my chest but it wasn't overly heavy. I groaned laying my head against the floor still grasping the photo.

He lifted him self up so he was hovering over me, face inches from mine, I could feel his warm breath fanning my lips. 

I stared into the hazel eyes that I've became to familiar with, not daring to look away. My eyes then adverted their gaze to his lips, watching him bite gently at the soft skin, tugging it softly.

 His body warmth was pressed against me, it made me feel rather warm and wholesome and I wasn't complaining. 

I met his eyes once more but couldn't figure out what emotion they held. I felt him move his hand up to my face brushing hair out of my eyes before stroking my jaw with his cold lanky finger.

"You've got paint on your jaw you dork" He smiled, I felt goosebumps litter my arms from his cold touch.

He rolled off my body and stood up extending an arm for me to take.I sat up grabbing his hand and stood up on my feet dusting any dirt of my pants.My cheeks felt super hot from that moment.