Salt 'n Pepper ༄ FRERARD

❀ ch.2 ❀

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Despite having close to no clue what had happened throughout the day, Gerard decided he didn't mind mainstream school too much.

Sure, he'd gotten a few funny and pitiful looks, but for the most part he was fine. He didn't even run into that group of boys anymore after Biology, which he was both grateful for and a little resentful. So what if Gerard thought they looked intriguing? That should be perfectly fine... Not to mention that one boy in particular made Gerard's ears burn and the back of his neck sweat.

He didn't have a schoolgirl crush or anything - Gerard was sixteen goddamnit. He was only in that boy's presence for around one eighth of the day anyway and he refused to have any feelings that weren't indifferent towards that boy. That would be ridiculous and shallow and a little immature... So just like a blind man at an orgy, Gerard wanted to feel this out first.

Besides, at that very moment he wasn't even at school, he was simply playing with his drumsticks as he had earphones in, playing The Who at the loudest possible volume as he tried to focus on Keith Moon's drumming - well, the vibrations of it. Gerard tended to use earbuds since it was much easier to feel the vibrations compared to headphones. Obviously his preference was feeling with his fingers, but it was pretty late and Gerard didn't want to accidentally wake Mikey or his father up.

Gerard knew he probably should have been asleep too seeing as it was nearing 4AM and he was supposed to get up in a few hours to do his obligatory walk around the neighborhood. He always did it at a very specific time seeing as his father didn't usually let him out without Mikey being there. But Gerard swore he didn't need Mikey to walk around a block - that was just ridiculous.

He was fine walking by himself, and that was that.

Only now Gerard wasn't so sure he'd make his walk at all since it was two hours away and he hadn't even gotten one wink of sleep.

As if on cue, his mouth opened in a tired yawn, his breathing slowing as he rested his head against the cool glass of his bedroom window, where he had been looking all night. He let his eyes slip shut for a few seconds before sleepily getting up and taking his earbuds out, shutting his phone off after checking the time; 4:09.

Gerard sleepily took his sweatpants off, leaving himself in only his white shirt and boxers as he crawled into his warm bed. The covers smelled like his oranges since he liked to spray both his linen and clothes with this certain orange scented perfume. It came off weird to both Mikey and most people he'd explained this to, but the smell reminded him a lot of happy memories. Gerard had basically grown up with a love for the smell of oranges, and even though random people who caught a whiff of him may have assumed he had a chronic addiction to eating oranges - he couldn't care less. He didn't do it for them, he did it for himself and his own comfort.

With that thought in mind, Gerard drifted off... his thoughts filled of nothing but dark rooms and fruit.

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"Did you get any sleep last night?" Mikey asked as they got out of their father's car, walking towards the large brick building. "You're acting like a zombie."

So, maybe the night before Gerard would start at Mikey's school he had had a slight repeat of his previous evenings. Staying up till four before eventually crashing whilst listening to music. The only difference that particular morning was that Gerard didn't look too tired - which was a fucking miracle, he'll say that much, what gave him away was his slow walking and gravity-drawn shoulders.