I Hate You, and Other Lies

Break-up? I Thought You Said Make-up

A/N: Ship-Gerallon (Gerard/Dallon)

Tags- humor, slight angst, fluff

Word Count- 2,051

Enjoy!

Gerard was nervously twirling his hair as he sat on the couch. Pretending to read. While also pretending not to care that his boyfriend or ex boyfriend rather just called to say he was coming over to collect the last of his things. The redhead was through with all the crazy accusations of him cheating so good riddance to him. Either love him for who he was or leave that was his motto. And no matter what he was gonna stick to it.

There was a knock on the door and Gerard jumped up to answer it. But he quickly regained his composure. “We're mad at him so no room for anything else you got that? Got it.” He reassured himself in the mirror before he opened the door. When he did he was met with an equally annoyed face.

“Still taking forever to do simple tasks as usual I see.” The tall brunette groaned as he pushed past him to walk inside.

“Still a rude jackass as usual too I see.” Gerard snapped back as he shut the door. He was always ready for clapback when Dallon was involved.

“Yeah yeah we hate each other. Now where is my stuff?” Dallon rolled his eyes because the faster he got his things the faster he could leave.

“I don't hate useless beings such as yourself, not worth my time. And your stuff is in the bedroom.” Gerard was quick to correct him. While also pointing him in the right direction.

“Oh really? So can I just go back or do I have wait for you to tell your little boy toy to get decent first?” Dallon smirked sarcastically as he headed to their once shared bedroom.

“HA HA very funny, but only thing you’ll find in there is your shit in a box so take it and get out.” Gerard informed him as he followed him back. He had to make sure he kept his eyes on him. You know for safety reasons. Surely nothing else. He could care less about him anymore.

He found Dallon going through the box.

“And what are you doing Dallon?” Gerard questioned as he remained in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Making sure indeed all my things are in here and not hidden somewhere. Forcing me to make a second trip over here.” Dallon huffed at him.

“Oh please as if I would stoop to such a pathetic low. I want you gone as much as you do.” Gerard told him as he walked over and sat down on the bed. He made sure to arch his back, to poke his chest out. Even going so far as to cross his legs. Just the way Dallon liked. Well used to like.

“Whatever you say Gerard.” Dallon mumbled as his eyes glanced from the box to see him sitting on the bed. He would sit in such a fashion that turned Dallon on. Correction used to turn him on. Things have changed between them. Right?

Gerard couldn't help but notice his eyes on him. And it felt nice. Just like old times between them, but that was over. All thanks to Dallon’s over controlling nature. “Look if you're done with your little pre-inspection, do you mind?” He complained as he stood up. He was eager to get the brunette gone. Or was he really?