The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:IX:.

One week exactly has passed since the photo shoot and I haven't heard from Gerard. To say I was rather sad and annoyed didn't even cover it. Not that I want to be clingy, needy and attention seeking but I miss talking to him already.

Talking to Gerard seems to be the only thing that actually makes me feel like i'm breathing, like the constant headache of loneliness blows over and never dares to return while except for now, that headache had return due to the silence I was indulged in. 

I get if he doesn't want to talk due to the fact that we had indeed almost kissed but god I hope this silence doesn't continue. In all honestly I was kinda bummed out that Ashley just happened to call, like she knew when the right time was so she could put her plan that she had plotted for months into action.

I had checked his website seeing a few photos from the photo shoot uploaded with the most peculiar caption written under neath.

Some captions read:

Don't you wonder why the lights begin to fade? 

Its such a pity a boy so pretty

These captions made my mind swirl with confusion, the second caption made me smile with pettiness and confusion. Gerard was a very whats the word different and deep person. You could tell by the way he paints or talks. The way he presents and places his words tells a lot about him. 

"Frank!" I jolted up almost dropping my phone in the process while ripping out my ear phones, I looked up seeing Dallon standing in front of me with an eyebrow raised.I placed a hand on my chest as my heart thumped from being scared to death. 

"Y-yes" I breathed out.

He shrugged his head to behind me obvisouly wanting me to look. I swirled around on my chair facing the front seeing a line of customers were waiting. I looked over to Dallon giving a nervous smile since I was completely unaware of the line that had formed since I was listening to music. 

"Sorry guys" I mumbled starting to serve the customers that didn't particularly look happy. 

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 Work was finally over and deciding not to go home to face the two satan spawns, I directed my boot covered feet towards the woods where I could let my thoughts swirl out in between my lips and no one else could hear the words that scratch at the inner walls of my minds. 

I black boots stomped against the hard earth as the cold now autumn air nipped at my exposed hands. Ever since I showed Gerard my hands, I felt like I didn't have to hide them, like if anyone saw my skin I could just smile and flip them off if they disagreed with the art that stains my skin. 

The pass two weeks has been a real eye opener for me. I never knew there was someone like Gerard who could actually make me change from my stubborn ways but I guess theres a first for everything.

I now stood just in the forest, My eyes gazed over the tree trunks as they were scattered all over the forest floor, making the atmosphere above green with it flourish leaves. Specs of sunlight peered through creating thins rays of golden light to touch the soft earth beneath my feet. 

As I walked further into the woods, there was only one particular place I was heading to and that place was where My mother and I would climb to the very top to over look the city, despite it being a very tiring climb, it had always calmed me down from things at home with my father. 

But those are just memories now, My mother had passed two years ago, so this tree is what I have left of her. 

I stood in front of the giant oak tree looking up seeing it was still indeed very healthy. Kneeling down in front of the trunk of the tree I leaned against it, my black jacket scraping against the rough bark as I slid down until I was fully sitting.