A/N: this is my first Frerard/mcr book so plz don't judge, also I'm on a computer so sry if there's and grammar, punctuation, or spelling errors
⚠️Abusive relationship, violence⚠️
Gerards P.O.V.
I sit on the couch in mine and my boyfriends living room sadly, Bert was mad at me today so he made me sleep here. Then again he was always mad at me so I slept here more often then not, unless he wanted to fuck. I didn't want to go to bed quite yet so I did what I always did when I need a break from the man I was too scared to break up with, I grabbed my sketchpad and left to go to the ice cream shop down the road.
When I get there they have 40 minutes till close so I decide to do a slightly detailed sketch of the person at the register. He has a nice bone structure to draw, tattoos, and black hair that came to a twirl at the end. He was beautiful. No Gee, you only like Bert, looking at other boys is a sin, I scold myself but I don't believe it. I just know looking at other boys would make Bert, upset, to say the least. So I sit down and started sketching, lost in my own world. Where quiet music played, and the only things that existed were my pencil and the tattooed boy at the register. I didn't realize it might be creepy to keep staring at him till he walked up to me.
"Excuse me," he says and I jump, "do you need anything sir?" Wow his voice is beautiful, and something else too, something I haven't heard in so long I don't know what it is.
"No," I reply, I can't help but wonder why he was talking to me. The only difference between me and any random person is my hair is longer than average. Why was he here?
"Oh, you just kept looking up at me and you haven't ordered anything yet so..." he trails off scratching the back of his neck. Oh.
"I knew I hadn't seen you before, you must be new" I smile up at him "I come in here about every three or four nights and draw someone. Sorry." He's even more beautiful up close, I don't even try to lecture myself on only loving Bert because I will go to hell if it means I get to looks at this boys eyes for the rest of my life. He's so good to draw, it's like artist porn.
He nods his head and looks down at my sketch book. I feel self conscious of my skill for the first time in a while, I just feel like I'm not good enough for him. I've always been content with Bert claiming me and only him mattering but recently I've been worried about everyone else too and it scares me that he'll think I don't love him like I should. Last time he thought that, I couldn't use my left arm for three months and it hurt my back to shower. "It looks very good," he smiles down at me.
Kind. That's what his voice is, kind. Something I haven't heard in so long I didn't even know what it was.
"Thank you," I look down and blush. Why am I bushing? Maybe because there is a cute boy standing over me, looking at my art, and telling me I'm not worthless and that I might actually be good enough to deserve to live. But it doesn't matter, Bert loves me in his own way. He smirks a little and reaches down covering my right hand with his. I squeak a little but he removes his hand and the pencil.
He starts to change one of the tattoos. "This tattoo is actually more over here," he corrects my mistake and steps back.
"Sorry" I mutter, afraid he'll hurt me.
"It's fine, I was moving and pretty far away so.." he trails off again. "I'm Frank by the way," he smiles and offers me his hand.
"Gerard" I say and take his hand hesitantly. It's been a while since Bert's let me touch someone other than him. But Frank seems kind and nothing tells me he's going to hurt me so I smile at him and hope he'll be here next time.
