Baby, Im a Sociopath, Sweet Serial Killer ♡Frerard♡

IV

A.N . From now on in the fic im going to use 70s slang, here's the meaning of some of the sentences and words :
bad - good
skinny on the deal - the truth
can you dig it - do you understand
lay a gasser - fart
Also yes i used "Falling For Ya" from Teen Beach Movie cuz that song is fucking incredible.

I stood frozen, my eyes not leaving his as my mouth hung open.

Is he being serious right now? The look on his face said so, his stern eyes and pursed lips, his arms crossed infront of his chest, his leg impatiently tapping the floor.

"I don't have all the time in the world, young man, y'know" He sounded annoyed and impatient.

I had no other choice, did I.. I have to do what he tells me or else ill get kicked out. Honestly if i knew where i was, if i knew my way back home, id gladly accept to be kicked out, but knowing that buses probably dont stop anywhere around here, knowing that even if Gerard had a phone, i still will have to stay the night. I was lost in my mind for a while until Gerard pulled slightly on my hair to get my attention. I gasped as i held my head in my hands, scrunching my face in pain. I inhaled sharply and looked up at him.

"When im talking to you, you listen to me, get that?"

I nodded, not lifting my head to look at him. I realized he was still waiting for me to get undressed. I shakily sighed and grabbed the hem of my ruined T-shirt.

I started pulling it up, now realizing how cold the house actually was. Goosebumps made their way onto my slightly tanned skin as i continued to slowly lift my shirt above my head.

My hands were shaking, it was either due to the fact that it was cold or the fact that im very self conscious.... or maybe both.

I felt Gerard's eyes on me and that made me feel a thousand times more nervohs. I finally removed my T-shirt and I threw it on the ground.

I slowly looked up to see Gerard's eyes on my heavily tattooed chest. His eyes were wild, his pupils were larger than normal. The hazel of his eyes was partly gone. I covered my chest by crossing my arms and attempting to warm myself up, it was freezing.

His eyes were now looking at mine. It made me very uncomfortable so i just looked away. When i looked at him again, he just raised his perfectly arched eyebrows, turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I sighed in relief at the fact that i finally had some privacy. This man, is fucking weird. I started pulling down my jeans, the wet material making contact with my legs, making weird wet noises and sticking to my skin. Why did i even knock on this house's door, why did i think it was a good idea to stay the night in a house whose owner was creepy as hell. It could've been any house, any house but i chose to stay in that one.

You might think its not hard to remove wet skinny jeans but its actually very hard, 5 minutes later i still hadn't removed them.

As i was in the middle of removing my jeans, something startled me. I heard 50s soft rock music blasting from what i assume was Gerard's room, that was next to the room i was in. 

And now I'm
Falling for ya, falling for ya
I know I shouldn't but I
I just can't stop myself from
Falling for ya, falling for ya
Can't hold on any longer
And now I'm falling for you

I heard some of the lyrics, im not into that kind of music style, my type is mostly just The Rolling Stones and kind of The Beatles, other than that, no thank you.

Ten seconds later of listening to the loud music that was blasting from the other room, over the singing woman's voice i heard another one that didn't sound like it came from the recording. After removing my black jeans, i stood up and put my ear on the wooden door, trying to listen closely.

It was Gerard, and holy fox his voice was beautiful. His voice was fucking bad! (A.N. "bad" in the 70s meant "good")

I'm not the kind to fall for a guy
Just cause he says hi (When he's cruisin' by)
He's ready to race
And I'm catching his gaze (They'll go on like this for days)

He kept singing and my jaw kept getting heavier and heavier. How is this man not a popular singer? Let me give you the skinny on the deal, he sounded better than Elvis Presley.

I got so caught up that i didn't hear Gerard coming closer to the door and swinging it open, causing me to stumble backwards and hit my head for the second time today as i fell on the concrete floor that had a caroet on it but unfortunately that carpet did nothing to protect my head. Im surprised my skull didn't crsck open after that hit. I felt dissy and i think i almost passed out.

After a few seconds of me sobbing in pain, i got up and looked at Gerard, but now there were three Gerards, or atleast that's what i saw because i was very dizzy.

My vision got better and i looked at Gerard, who looked mad, not one bit concerned if my head was okay or not.

"Do not, and i will repeat, do not try and listen to my singing, can you dig it?" His voice was deep and low, as if he was trying to scare me. I mean, it worked, that voice could make me lay a gasser from fear. I shook as i nodded quickly and apologized, looking downwards.

ok i know that was short but i needed to update that fic, but i cant really do that cuz school. I barely have time to do anything, its literally 2 am and i have to go to school in 4 hours oof. Also sorry i know this chapter sucks, im just very tired