The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XXV:.

"Turn that fucking alarm off" Gerard groaned beside me as my alarmed blasted through the loft informing me that its time to drag my ass out of bed and get ready for work. I was actually dead set on not going since I barely slept a wink since memories of my mother graced my dreams last night but they weren't dreams no they were nightmares.

These vision's of her only happened rarely but when they do it keeps me up the whole night not allowing me to sleep.

Slamming my hand down on the screen of my phone and swiping the off button I threw my side of the blanket getting ready to get out but someone's arms were around my waist.

"Stay..your warm" Gerard's words were muffled by the blanket and pillow that he shoved his face into. As tempting as staying cuddled up with Gerard was I still needed to attend work to earn the only thing this world is revolved around, money.

Turning around on the bed looking down Gerard's coal black hair was draped over his eyes as he hug my waist and a pillow. A smile graced my lips before I press them to his slightly cold temple hearing him hum and smiled slightly.

"I've got to make money and I can't do that in bed"

"I've got money see problem solved"

"Thats your money" Truth is I didn't even know how he made money, he doesn't work so how else would he-oh my god.

"Are you a prostitute when I'm not around!" I breathed out watching his eye's open with concern.

"What!"

"Well how do you make money if you don't work"

"I sell artwork dipshit" He shook his head letting go of my waist burying him self further into the blanket. Nodding my head I slowly stood up from the bed over to the draws grabbing jeans, boxers and a shirt before dragging my feet to the bathroom. 

After ten minutes of showering and contemplating on if I really need money and could just sleep all day I finally found the very small amount of will I had left to leave the bathroom and over to the loft door.

Peeking over to the be Gerard had fallen asleep again, from the distance I couldn't tell if it just just my eyes playing tricks on me but it seemed like Gerard had a small petit smile across his lips making me smile before opening the closing the door quietly. 

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The store was quiet as I sat on the stool spinning around since boredom over ruled my mind since no other fucking homoscapien was in here, Dallon left about twenty minutes ago for break with Brendon, Josh didn't work, So leaving me to sit here dying alone for the day.

My ears perked up when the jingle of the door bell echoed through making my tired eyes drifted over to the door, instantly wanting to rip my eyes out. Bert entered the store scanning the area before his eyes landing on mine as devious smile graced him and our world, thankyou Bert.

He strolled over to me with a kick in his step, only kick he's going to get is when my foot connects with his teeth if he tries anything.

Slamming his hands on the counter making me flinch slightly at the sudden noise.

"Hey Doll" He cooed, gritting my teeth I sent him a cold glare only making him smile more.

"Fuck of Bert" I snapped looking back at my phone.

"Now thats no way to greet a customer" I laughed, is it illegal to rip someones tongue out, I have a feeling it is but perhaps we could try the theory huh.

"Tell Gee I'll be over later" He winked.I swear I could feel heat rising in my chest to the point where I could feel slight burning pains under my flesh making me want to rip my skin off.