Gerard or I didn't bother cleaning the paint of our clothes nor faces, we decided to stay beautiful looking rainbows for the rest of the day and night, not that if fazed us since were both clearly very gay.
Gerard was now looking through his TV cabinet looking at all the movies he owned to which there wasn't that many.
I was sitting on the counter in the kitchen watching him bend over on the ground, I totally was not checking out his butt but to say it was a very cute one especially in the jeans he manages to fit into.
I felt my painted cheeks heat up at the thoughts. I was swinging my legs back and forward of the counter since Im short my legs still wouldn't touch the ground.
"Frankie?"
"Yes Gee?" I yelled back over to him watching him stand up dusting dirt of his pants. He walked over to me standing in front of my legs.
"Would you be alright if I ran out for a few minutes, I don't own any horrors" He smiled goofily, I rolled my eyes before caving in to smiling at him.
"Okay" I grinned I dropped my hands from my lap to my side flinching as my arm hit my rather large bruise that had formed from smacking my hip into the counter since I was running away from a crazy artist.
Gerard noticed my flinching from my hip.
"Whats wrong?" Worried laced his voice, he moved forward so now he was standing in between my legs, he gripped my waist softly making me wince.
"When you were chasing me, I fell over because I smacked my hip into the counter" I smiled sheepishly but dropped his as Gerard's eye widen with worried like I was on deaths bed.
"Gee I'm fine" I tried to convince him. He shook his head and moved closer before gripping my shirt lifting it up, I felt him softly brush a cold finger over the bruise making me wince since it was sensitive.
"Shit Frankie,Does it hurt?" I was aware it looked pretty nasty,
I nodded cautiously, seeing him shake his head, It was so worked up over a bruise on my hip, it was so adorable.
"You should have told me Frankie" He rubbed it softly, His cold fingers some what helped the warm throbbing in my skin.
"Gee I'm fine, now go and get the movies before I fall asleep" I smiled watching him nod
"yes Ma'am" He smirked dropping my shirt back down and removing him self from my leg. Not wanting to sound like a needy and clingy girl but I missed the warmth already.
Grabbing his wallet of the counter he made his way out of the loft leaving me swinging my legs like kid.
Hearing my stomach rumbling I hopped of the counter and moved over to his fridge opening it up, my eyes roamed around whatever food he had seeing a six pack of beer and other life essentials but they didn't tickle my fancy. I stood up opening the freezer above seeing a tub of ice cream. I smile as I pulled the tub out seeing it was oreo flavor making my smile grown.
I grabbed a spoon and sat back up on the counter opening the tub and shovelling a spoon full of the ice cold treat into my mouth.
After five minutes of stuffing my face with ice cream I heard the door opening revealing a cold looking Gerard. He moved over to the couch dumping the bag down full of movies.I hopped of the counter with the tub of ice cream hand and spoon in my mouth, making my way over to the couch.
He looked over to me raising an eyebrow.
I glanced down to the tub of ice cream then shrugged.
"I was hun-gry" It was muffled was gooy ice cream that had melted in my mouth. He shook his head as I sat crossed legged on his couch watching he pull movies out. He held up the first movie as I read the cover title.
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The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)
FanfictionBeing a misunderstood person such as Frank, he learned to adapted to the lonely life he had planned out for him self. His life was quiet until manages to stumble across a boy with coal black hair in the park who was rather involved with his artwork...
