Oh My God (Punk! Gerard x Reader) PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED (Prolly)

6: Poems and Little Sisters

Btw that's like the best hair color I could find to describe Hazel's hair but she's still like 5 in this. She's not an adult sksk.

Gerard's POV

Timeskip to the end of the day

'Shitty Poem About A Really Pretty Girl

What's happening to me? A
I'm writing bad poetry A
Even losing sleep A
Thanks to some girl B
She's out of this world B

It's really strange A
All of these things A
Are changing my life B
Thanks to a potential wife B

But I barely know her so thats weird A
And her voice is kind to my ears A
Even when she insults me B
Cause of my greasy ass hair C
It's plain to see B
She's doing something to me B

You see, she has this gaze A
You'll remember it for days A
But it's oddly cute B
In the way a puppy would charge at you B

Cause you know that she could hurt you A
But you'll still tease her the way you do A
And she'll be annoyed when you find it cute  A
But to be honest, she scares the living shit out of me B

So here I am, not wanting to get a crush A
But I can't help it cause she makes me gush A
I hope she doesn't catch me when I blush A
Cause her smile's pretty great B
But she hardly smiles B

That's okay A
Cause I'll find a way A
To convince her to love me one day A

Still don't know how A 
But I'm stubborn so I will B 
But since i don't have a clue C 
For now, A 

I'll write bad poetry about her and hope no one sees it A'

"This is fucking terrible." You say to yourself as you throw your notebook onto your desk.

"Hey Gerard, watcha d-"

"MiKEY GO AWAY!!!!!!!!" You yell in shock of him coming into your room when you're writing.

"Damn, calm your tits." He says shookethly.

"Don't come in when I'm writing and I won't yell at you." He then walks up behind you and attempts to see what you're writing.

"Mikey, no!!!" You say and cover the notebook.

"Why won't you let me read it?????? You were fine with me reading your crack smut of me and Frank!!!!!! And that shit was scary!!!" He yells, making you remember the cursed literature.

"Th-This is personal........"

"And your best friend fucking your brother is not at all?" He laughs and cringes at the same time.

"This isn't a fucking joke and I DON'T want you reading it!!!" You yell, still covering it and being a defensive thot.

"jUsT LeT mE rEaD iT!!!!!!!!!"

"MiKeY iT'S ShItTy fUckInG PoEtRy!!!!!!!!!  YoU wOuLdN'T lIkE iT!!!!!!!!" You yell, already knowing that you said too much because he then tackles you and takes the notebook out of your hands, reading it while you give up and watch.

After reading it, he hands the notebook back to you.

"You never struck me as the poetic type. Then again, you hardly ever let me read what you're writing." He shrugs and you just sigh, really fucking annoyed that he read it.