The World is Ugly, But You're Beautiful to Me. (Frerard)

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"My house" Gerard replied, putting the key into the car ignition and turning on the motor.

"Y-your house?! I don't know about that, what about your parents?" I asked him nervously.

"They should both be at work right now. Just come on, I'll cheer you up" Gerard told me, smiling my way. I looked at him and contemplated for a few seconds before nodding my head yes.

He drove in the opposite direction of my house, going into some middle class neighborhoods. The houses were neither big or small, and the suburban feel seemed to fit with Gerard's personality somehow. My heart began to race as we pulled up into the drive way of a house, Gerard getting off. I followed him to the door, where he unlocked it.

"Come on in" Gerard told me, kicking off his shoes near the door. I took mine off and put them next to his, then followed him down the hall. All the doors were white except for Gerard's, which seemed to be painted like a swirling pit of chaos and darker shades. He opened his door, signaling for me to go inside. I did just that, admiring all of his band posters and pieces of artwork and comic clippings.

Gerard jumped onto his bed, turning his radio on and blasting it. I grinned as I heard Black Flag's "My War" come out of the speakers.

"I forgot to tell you how much I'm obsessed with Black Flag too" Gerard said, putting on his devilish smirk. I went over and sat on the floor next to his bed, leaning against it. Gerard rolled over to where I sat, still above me on the bed but close enough that our shoulders touched.

We sat back, soaking in the music and each other's presence. It was a calming feeling, the most peaceful I had felt in years probably. I had only known Gerard for a timespan of about 24 hours, but I could already rest next to him as if we knew each other since childhood. Maybe it was because we were so different that I felt as if he could encourage me in some ways to not give up.

Or maybe it was because we were so similar.

I looked over to Gerard, who was shuffling through his CD's trying to find a certain one I suppose. His piercing but beautifully colored hazel eyes lightened up every time the CD's reflected light back at him. It was sort of a dazzling experience to watch.

"Gerard..." I spoke, probably the only word we've said to one another in thirty minutes.

"Hmm?"

"What do you want to do with your life?" I asked him, not sure why, but I felt like I needed to know his answer.

He became quiet, thinking for a long time before speaking. "I want to help" he finally answered in a quiet tone.

"Help?"

"Yeah, I want to show the kids and teens like us that they have a meaning, a purpose. That they're not alone in their temporary cages. I want to be there for every outcast, every rebel, every loner, for everyone who thinks they're not worth it. I really want to either show it through music or through my art, maybe both."

I looked up at him curiously. "Is that why you decided to talk to me in detention?" I questioned him.

"I'm not sure, I haven't been able to answer that myself. I don't know, I just think that I wanted to talk to you for some reason, so that's what I did. I don't think I made the wrong choice in doing so" he replied, grinning.

I felt my face heat up, and I looked back down to the ground. "...I'm glad you did" I whispered, burying my face in my sweater sleeves. I thought Gerard would chuckle like usual, but when I peeked through my sleeves, it looked as if he was blushing too. We both stayed silent, until he peered over at me again. He seemed to wince while looking at my bruised eye and still bleeding lip.