The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XV:.

"So let me get this straight, you've been sleeping with this "Gerard" whose Ex bashed Chris?"

"I'm not sleeping with him" 

Chris and Ashley's eyes stared me down as I sat on the couch in front of them. Apparently me staying over at Gerard's was a world ending decision leaving me to fight agains the two hound dogs known as my house mates. 

Ever since Chris had slipped the word to Ashley about what Gerard's apparent Ex and what he's done in the pass, it has been nothing but continuous arguing ever since I came home the other day from his place. 

"I thought I said stay away from him" Chris growled clearly not so happy from my choices.

"Why that fuck do you suddenly care about my decisions?" I spat back standing up in front of him despite Ashley clinging to him like bacteria I ignored her. 

"Is it so bad that I want to look out for you?, is it so bad Im protecting you from a drugged up psychopath!"

At this point our shouting could have been possibly heard from next door. Letting Chris's word sink in it took me a minute to respond. Gerard can't possibly be a drug addict nor a psychopath, it just isn't him.

Gerard is a healthy artist with a slight unhealthy addiction to nicotine but thats its, well I hope so.

Furrowing my eyebrows at Chris I straighten up and then stepped backwards.

"Then don't" 

I turned on my heels and headed for the door, opening it up seeing a slight shower of snow and rain falling from the dark sky above covering the cities atmosphere. I slammed the door shut clearly showing that I'm pissed off. 

Walking down the foot path leading into the city, hearing the crunch of leaves and a thin layer of snow being destroyed underneath my black boots. I zipped my jacket up to my neck as the cold wind swirled around me as I started entering further into the slightly busy city. 

I wanted to fucking end Chris,  I wanted to beat him until he wasn't breathing for talking about Gerard that way but the thing is I don't know if what he's saying his true or not. Im really hoping that Gerard wasn't a pill taker, cause I didn't see him take them doesn't mean he isn't.

I was getting to worked up over the thoughts, I needed something to take my mind of things. Walking passed the small shops that litter the streets, as I passed one known as "mint cafe" I peered through the window and my eyes widen as to what was behind the glass.

At a table at the back sat a very dazed and worried looking Gerard along someone else, I couldn't recognise who he was since the guys back was to me but all I know he had long black hair, it looked very messy and gross.  

Not knowing if I should go in and see whats happening since Gerard looked like he wanted to pass out or run, or stay here and watch.

 Deciding on the second choice I stood still as Gerard fiddled with his fingers, I could tell he need a cigarette since he had become rather fidgety. 

The guy he was with reached over and grabbed his wrist making Gerard's eyes widen and grabbed back. 

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and anger bubbled in my chest, the guy pulled Gerard over the table slightly and whispered something in his ear before letting him go, Gerard slumped in his chair shaking his head. 

The guy slammed his hands on the table making Gerard jump, then he pulled something out of his hands which looked like a small bag and tossed it to Gerard.