The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XIII:. Lazy day Part 1

Since Gerard and I decided to spend our day lazing around in his loft we were gonna paint then move on to a movie marathon. Since Im a stupid homoscapien I decided to ask him what movies he had in mind and he instantly replied with horror. 

Now young ones if you aren't familiar with me, the first night I spent here we had watched the conjuring which ended up with me in Gerard lap then sleeping in his bed. Story short I don't do horror movies but not wanting to disappoint I agreed with the biggest and fakest smile I could muster, my smile was so fake kim kardashian would be jealous. 

I decided not to pester him about the topic of him taking pills that Chris had informed me about. Not wanting to destroy the happy ora he had hovering around him today, I'll leave it for another day.f

I felt a tap on my left shoulder making me spin around and almost falling over like a limp noodle. I saw Gerard standing behind me smiling, trying to suppress a laugh. I huff rolling my eyes, I was rather to zoned out to be aware of his presence near me in the kitchen.

"Uh Sorry" I mumbled flicking hair out of my eyes. 

"You still want to paint?" Hope glimmered through his eyes as a small smile graced his rose pink lips before he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip to which I subconsciously mimicked, licking my lip ring in the process.

I nodded tugging my lips up into a smile before following Gerard over to where easels and paints were. 

He dug around his draws pulling paint brushes and paints out. While he was busy my eyes found them selves staring at the beautiful black sleek acoustic laying against the wall beside his desk. It was very beautiful and I've always fancied having a black acoustic but I always stuck with my pearly white electric.  

"You done eye fucking my guitar?" I could hear Gerard's smirk before I saw it. 

I spun around seeing him wearing a rather cheeky grin has he held the materials we needed. 

"Its beautiful, I didn't know you played" I went over helping him place the stuff done, he shrugged placing a jar of water between the two easels.

"I don't" He smiled to him self opening the black, red, purple and other paints up.

"I can teach you" I offered grabbing my own brush

"Perhaps one day" He spoke fixing up his canvas soon giving me a gentle smile.

"Anyway what are we painting?" I wasn't quiet sure what he intended to paint and I have no idea's

He shrugged again bringing the paintbrush to dip into the black paint before applying it to the canvas. 

"Anything"

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We had been at painting for about thirty minutes now and I had manage to paint someones hands playing the guitar and it surprisingly didn't look bad unlike the flower I painted the first time. 

I glanced over seeing Gerard painting a portrait of someone looking semi-side one and had black skull makeup on. Looking from his to mine I instantly didn't like mine very much. 

The only sound that could be heard through out his loft was the sound of slightly wet paint brushed making contact to the rough canvas, drawing allegiant lines to represent symbols.I was surprisingly very contracted on my work which in unusual until I very weird and wet object attacked my neck causing me to jump.

I spun around to where it came from seeing Gerard was still looking at his painting, still applying lines to his canvas. I raised an eyebrow but deciding to leave it and not come across crazy I went back to painting.