Cigarettes and Sass (reupload)

Chapter 2

Gerard sat up in bed, watching TV and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms as he waited for his computer to warm up. Since it was Saturday he had slept in until late morning, and was feeling refreshed because of it. He loved the weekend purely because it gave him the chance to sleep for as long as he wanted. He never went out or did anything interesting, but it still beat stressing out at work.

Unsurprisingly there was nothing worth watching on the TV, so Gerard flicked it to a music channel and just let it provide background noise that mingled with the crunching of his Lucky Charms. He considered having a second bowl when he finished... it was the weekend after all, and Lucky Charms were his favourite...

"Hell. Why not?" Gerard sighed to himself, feeling awfully aware of how downhearted he sounded. He ignored it though as he got up and raised his bowl to his lips, gulping down the milk and few charms still floating around as he walked slowly to the kitchen.

The sounds of Katy Perry singing followed him into the kitchen and he sighed to himself. He wasn't a huge fan of chart music at the moment, particularly Katy Perry. Some of her stuff Gerard had found himself dancing to on a few drunken occasions... But he was more of a Gaga man himself. Though he supposed considering the band tee's he wore and the music on his iPod he shouldn't really be listening to mainstream music channels anyway.

Gerard considered this as he poured his second helping of Lucky Charms into his bowl. He supposed it was the gay in him that felt the need to keep up to date with chart music. It was the homosexual curse... the camp cross he was forcing himself to bear. How could he dance to music in a gay bar if he didn't know the songs? How could he feel that ridiculous cliché sense of happiness and acceptance when he sang along to 'Born This Way' if he didn't know it existed?

Gerard pushed a spoonful of cereal into his mouth as he wandered back into his room, Katy Perry coming into view on the screen brandishing cream cakes in conveniently placed areas. He supposed he ought to love her really, she was pretty camp. And Gerard loved camp. He did like some of her stuff, hell he sometimes even liked the majority of mainstreams 'top ten'. Every now and then a good song would appear in the candy wrapper corporate bullshit that usually tainted the scene.

Sometimes a real diamond appeared in that nest of costume jewellery.

Gerard 'hmm'd to himself and considered drawing something based on his thoughts. He knew he was in for a bad weekend if he was already thinking so deeply about things that really didn't matter and it wasn't even 10am yet; he'd need something to fill the time.

Gerard sighed and looked down into his bowl of cereal. Was this really what he was becoming? A rapidly aging cartoonist who's biggest treat was pornography and two bowls of child's cereal on a Saturday morning? The kind of person who munched on their Lucky Charms whilst pondering the not-exactly-a-mystery of pop music with religious and drag queen esque metaphors?

Jesus. He needed a boyfriend.

Gerard sighed and pouted miserably at his Lucky Charms, his mouth still full of said cereal. He shouldn't have gone for the second bowl, God only knew as he got older he was going to start putting weight on. It was something all men had to accept. You hit thirty and suddenly everything starts swelling, at least now he was straight edge he wouldn't get a beer belly. But whilst he was still hideously single and with no clear hope of that changing any time soon he was going to need to try and keep in shape.

Gerard looked at his cereal and considered just leaving the half bowl he had left... he soon decided they just tasted too good though and carried on eating. He could die fat and alone instead, that was also fine with him.

Second bowl finished and dumped in the kitchen sink, Gerard put the box of cereal away and made his way to his computer desk. He wasn't really in the mood to masturbate again, but there was never a time he wasn't willing to look at Frank Iero. He figured just browsing a few pictures wouldn't hurt; maybe he could get a couple more saved into his documents to be used as desktop backgrounds.