The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XI:.

The loft was lit up by the golden brown fairy lights that were sprinkled along the roof as the moon light filtered through the window that over looked the city. The smell of Marlboro smokes and coffee swirled around the room creating its atmosphere of suffocating toxins that became rather addicting after a while.

Gerard was currently semi-curled up in my side as our eyes laid upon the TV that was running a pathetic excuse for an horror movie as we sat sprawled out on his rather comfortable couch. After deciding to stay here with Gerard after the whole ex boyfriend situation we decided to drag our selves to his couch.

When the commercials came on Gerard had moved and stretched out his body letting out a rather loud groan as he laid out all over the couch.

He sat up looking dazed after stretching, a smile danced on his lips as he turned to look at me. His eyes glanced down before raising an perfectly arch eyebrow.

He moved closer so he was practically sitting on my lap. His eyes stayed focused on what I assumed was my lips.

"Since when did you have a piercing?" He asked wiggling around on my lap before settling down, usually I would hate it if someone got this close to me but for some reason Gerard was different, I felt comfortable being this close.

"I've had it for a few years now" I spoke softly seeing him inspect it but since he was so close it made me go crossed eyed slightly which hurt my head.

He lifted a hand up to my face before dropping it with a slightly anxious look.

"May I touch it?" Red had coated his cheeks as he mumbled the question shyly which was rather adorable.I had to reframe from laughing at his question so I hummed a yes seeing him look up with a small smile.

He brought his snow white hand up using the pad of his thumb to brush over where the piercing went through my lip and then brush over my bottom lip completely. My skin now burned from where he had touched it as cliche as it sounded. 

"It suits you" He smiled dropping his hand down which softly landed on my stomach slightly since he was still indeed on my lap not that both us seemed to mind.

Since he didn't seem like he was going to move anytime soon I lifted my hands up slightly to hold on to his hips with my sweater paws since I was still in his hoodie which smelt of smoke, coffee and vanilla which was another variety of smells I craved at times. 

We sat there for a bit on his couch just watching each other intensely. I couldn't help but get lost of the forest of hazel and gold specs that hid within his eyes, so wide and full of wonder, they made him look so pure and rich. 

It was almost like time had stop and nothing else mattered but the pairs of golden eyes that sat upon my vision, he was truly a boy with golden eyes.

I wasn't quiet aware that he once again brushed over my lip ring until he moved it slightly making my lip twitch making him giggle. His giggle made something in my chest tug almost like his laughter and sound of happiness triggered something within me. 

I subconsciously tighten my grip on his hips slightly as my gaze had now fallen down to the rosy pink lips that were inches away from me. I had studied his lips like they were the most exotic thing I have ever seem but in honestly they sort of were.

His lips weren't big but weren't exactly small, just a perfect size, they were rosy pink and looked extremely soft and were glossed over with what I gather was saliva since I noticed he tends to bite and lick his lips a lot. 

I kinda wanted to kiss them not I diffantly wanted to kiss them, I wanted to see how soft they would feel against my own. 

As it was like Gerard had been thinking the same, my eyes watched intensely as he brought his two snow white hands up cupping my jaw in his soft hands, holding my face still as he's golden eyes held my own.