The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XVII:.

Gerard looked rather stuck, falling over his words, like a baby trying to figure out why the shape block wouldn't fit into the wrong slot. He looked utterly confused about the sentence he was trying to form but no doubt he gave it a go which made me slightly happy.

He licked his slightly chapped lips as he picked at the loose strings on the bottom of my shirt since his hands were unoccupied. 

"I met Bert about six years ago" He started, eyes dilating and looking off to the distance look if we made eye contact the world would fall down around us. 

My legs had become rather numb from him sitting on them for thirty minutes now. Before he continued I needed to stretch my legs or I think they'll brake if I tried to stand on them if I leave them any longer. 

He went to speak but I shushed him by lifting him up and rolling him off my lap and onto the mattress. He looked super confused as to my sudden actions. Once he had sat up straight I planted my self on his lap so my legs wouldn't feel like they were gonna snap off.

He raised an before smiling, gripping my waist softly since he knew the bruise from the paint accident was still there.

"Sorry continue" I smiled getting another Marlboro cigarette from his packet, igniting it with the bright orange flame from his lighter, filling my room with the rich deadly toxin.

"I met Bert six years ago" He started again, watching as I inhaled the smoke through my lips.

"I had met him through Chris that happens to be your house mate" I nodded at his words seeing him eye of the cigarette but I wasn't giving it to him just yet.

"Chris had supposedly dragged Bert to a party that I happen to be at" He trailed off then frowned at the memory. He kept stopping his sentences like he had to check for my reaction which grew rather annoying but I kept my lips sealed shut.

"After the party Bert and I grew rather close, we dated about two months after knowing each other and honestly I was happy with him" His words made my heart feel like a bullet went through it. I know Gerard and I aren't dating but hearing him be happy with another male, especially Bert made me feel...jealous...angry and kind of disappointed. 

I mean I don't know how I feel towards Gerard, I feel happy and complete around him, like life finally has a reason to live which is that I get to see Gerard almost everyday. I get to learn new things about life and art from the artist with an unhealthy addiction to nicotine.

"Honestly I thought he was happy with me...but I guess he had other intentions" At this moment Gerard's voice had hitched into a high note when finishing the sentence. His eyes squeezed shut as the memory had started drilling into his mind, braking down all his walls. I had now fallen down a spiral stair case of worry seeing the boy in front of me start to shake.

What could have Bert done besides provide him drugs do to the artist that has him visibly shaking, making its the side effect of the drugs...wait is he high right now.

I grabbed his face inspecting his eyes, they were slightly red but that might be since his eyes were now glossed over with tears that stung his eyes.He looked at my utterly confused biting his bottom lip in a nervous trans. I watch for a second as his nibbled on the soft flesh, tugging it between both sets of teeth. 

"No tears" I stated not wanting to see him cry. I hated seeing him cry, he was too beautiful and delicate to have tears staining his perfect snow white skin. I wasn't going to questions about what he meant by other intentions until I could talk to him when he's not already on the verge of tears. 

He sniffed but reframed from letting tears fall from his eyes.I could feel him shake underneath me.His hands gripped my waist harder making me wince since he was holding rather tightly on my still tender bruise but I didn't bother to protest against it.