The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:X:.

The death wish known as a cigarette Gerard had given me yesterday sat on my desk beside where I sat, like it was staring at me, taunting me to bring a orange flame to burn the end of the toxic stick and to inhale it. 

I picked the toxic stick up and twirled it in between my thumb and index looking at the small thin gold ring that circled the white paper above the orange and brown end of the stick. I lifted it up to smell the insides of the death wish, smelling the rich smell of tobacco filling my nose. 

The smell was rather intoxicating but I found my self wanting to smell it when the smoke that rises from the stick and swirls around me, I wanted to smell it when Gerard inhaled it and exhaled the grey smoke into the earth atmosphere.

Surely green people who love nature would over look Gerard as human who has no intentions on helping our "dying" planet.  I knew for a fact Gerard didn't intentionally want to kill our planet but I also knew he didn't really care if this world was slowly dying, in that way thats something we have in common. 

Perhaps if this world finally did come to a end, I wouldn't exactly fear it, Things happen. 

Rubbing my eyes I sat the cigarette down and stood up padding my feet over to my snow white guitar that laid in the corner of my room. I picked it up and sat down on my bed strumming a few cords, picking the strings with my thumbs since I had lost my pick a few weeks ago. 

The beautiful sound a notes being picked on the guitar filled my ears as I hummed to the random song I was playing, I didn't even know if it was a song but it kept me busy for about twenty minutes until I sighed placing my baby back down in the corner on its stand. 

I left my room and made my way down stairs to the kitchen, I was craving the taste of bitter yet sweet coffee filling my stomach. As I was making coffee a heard the bar stool scrap against the ground. 

I turned around slowly seeing Chris sitting at the counter holding a mug in his hand that he sipped slowly. We met eyes before he smiled slightly. Honestly Chris wasn't that bad it was just Ashley that made me want to paint the word "whore" On her wall....with her blood. 

Is that considered homicide, perhaps that was a bit brutal but I honestly didn't care. The only reason she lives here was because she was nice at the start but now Chris and her are in "Love" as they say and It'd be horrible if I kicked her out. 

"So where have you been lately?" I looked up from the counter after Chris spoke to me.

"No where" I stated bluntly.

"Really? You go out everyday now and you seem more um.. how do you put this....happier?" He spoke casually setting his mug down on the wooden counter smiling.

"I uh i've been hanging out with someone if its that important" I chuckled seeing Chris raising an eyebrow. He knows I don't have "friends".

"Making friends, good job frank" He smirked clapping his hands. Imma seriously smack that smirk right of his little lips if that young man don't watch himself....I sound like a mum right now.

"Ha. ha .ha " I rolled my eyes sipping at the burning liquid that smelt of rich dark coffee making me feel warm. 

"And whats this mystery person name?" Chris was full of questions today probably since Ashley never let him speak when it came to us three.

"Gerard" I spoke in between sips of my coffee.

"Gerard who?" uh let it go dipshit. 

"Gerard way" 

I watched as his eyes widen and his fist tighten, he shook his head side to side. 

"What?" 

"You can't be around him Frank" He spoke anger lingering on his voice. I flinch from the sudden rise of his voice.