It was hot. That was the first thing Gerard noticed when he woke up in the morning. And when it was hot, Gerard got irritated. He pushed Frank's arm away from his waist, getting out of bed. He stumbled over to the window, opening it and sticking his head out. Breathing in the cool air, he relaxed a little, pushing open the window further. Frank groaned behind him, Gerard could hear his footsteps as he got out of bed and joined Gerard at the window. He looked up at Gerard and smiled, beads of sweat on his forehead.
"What the fuck man, why is it so hot? And I have work today, so I need to leave, like, now," Gerard replied to Frank's smile, walking over to the other side of the room and pulling on some old jeans and a t-shirt. He ran a hand through his knotty hair, grabbing a jacket.
"Can we talk?" Frank asked.
"Sorry sugar, I really have to go. We'll talk later, I promise," Gerard made another promise he'd probably break.
He gave Frank a quick kiss on the lips before slamming out the bedroom.

Frank sat on bed for a while, after he heard Gerard's car leave. It wasn't Frank's fault Jake was back, so why should he feel guilty and get all this crap from Gerard. Who was having a hard time anyway. Frank sighed. And he didn't get anything in return for that blowjob last night.

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Gerard was sat as his desk impatiently. He looked around at all the art work on the floor. He raised his eyebrows at it, once again trying to make it move onto the wall by itself. Frank could raise his eyebrows really high. It made his face go funny and pull up his mouth. But still. It was higher than Gerard. He had guessed Frank had sat in his room as a kid, practicing to perfect it. Just like he had done with his Donald Duck voice.

Gerard kept his eyebrows raised as he span around on his chair. He heard his door open and quickly stopped spinning. He tried to relax his face, giving a normal look, but it was like his face had forgotten. His eyebrows were halfway up his head and his face was flushed from spinning around.
"Have you got something in your eye?" Selena, Gerard's assistant asked.
"Nope. No I was just um," he paused, looking around for inspiration, "Just surprised to see you here today,". Wow. That was a lame excuse.
"I'm here everyday Gerard," she said, looking slightly alarmed.
"I know. And I'm surprised everyday," Gerard blushed, getting up.
"Right so-"
"What can I do for you? Is it busy this morning? Was the coffee shop shut? Don't use the cafeteria here, it's horrible. Nice skirt. Is it new? We could make it into a collage? Anyway. Why are you here?" Gerard changed the subject, examining his pen like he was really busy.

After a short period of silence, other than Gerard clicking his pen, he looked up. Selena was smiling at him. Her eyes were laughing at him.
"I don't have all day," Gerard snapped, waving one hand around the room to indicate the work he had to do. Selena glanced around Gerard's studio, raising her eyebrows. Gerard rolled his eyes. Maybe he could punch her. But then he wouldn't get coffee.
"Follow me," she said, walking out. Gerard did. It was like when he first went to a strip club. That meant the next bit would really bore him. And it did.

Gary was sat at his desk, frantically writing. He nodded towards to chair and Gerard sat. He must of been there for about an hour. And all he really heard was "New colleague". Well, that wasn't unusual. Gerard pulled at a loose thread on his jeans. He probably really stank. He hadn't washed since last night.

Later that day, Gerard was sat at his desk, sketching random swirls and shapes into his sketchbook. He was going to do something for Frank, to say thankyou for putting up with him. Gerard would have left himself by now. Frank was just a hero. A hero. Perfect. Frank was probably reading comics right now. Inspired, Gerard began to draw, humming as lines appeared on the paper. He experimented with color. He wanted to make it perfect for Frank. Who was perfect.
"For your son?" A shortish man in jeans and a jacket stood at the door. He had short, bleached hair and thick framed glasses. If Gerard had a different type, a type of bleached, surfer boys, this man would be perfect. Apart from the trash coming out of his mouth.
"No," Gerard's reply was short and stern. It didn't put the guy off as he boldly walked into the room, up to the desk where Gerard was sitting and he held out his hand.
"The name's Jake, I don't know if you remember me,". Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Gerard felt his body freeze. He looked up slowly.
"Oh I remember you," he snarled, ignoring Jake's outstretched hand. "You've changed, looks-wise,". What Gerard really meant was 'You look different but I bet you're still an asshole'.
"Yes, I'm trying a fresh start. New me. I'm trying to make something out of my life," Jake replied, deliberately not reacting to Gerard's acidic ambience. Gerard rose slowly, keeping eye contact.
"That's good. For you. But go near Frank and I'll break your fucking neck," even Gerard was slightly surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. But he didn't care. He didn't want this asshole screwing up his life again. He didn't need this asshole screwing up his life again.
"Oh no, it's okay, I spoke with Frank this morning, we're starting again,".

Now Gerard is usually a calm person, a loving person to any creature. But this man stood before him was messing with this way of Gerard. And that's why he clenched his fist and punched this man in the face as hard as he could. Hard enough to break his nose. Hard enough to leave blood on his pale knuckles. But what Gerard was not expecting, was a punch in return.

He screamed as a felt a blow to his stomach. His hands grabbing that area as he doubled over, gagging. His eyes were shut, his teeth clenched with rage. He couldn't tell if he was going to puke or faint. He felt, or rather heard, a whack. A sharp pain shot through his shin, causing him to fall to the floor, curling up, shrieking with pain. He felt a few more kicks, or punches, to his back before he felt two hands under him, supporting him so he could sit upright. He was still screaming, gasping for breath, so much that he didn't notice the audience that had crowded around him. Not that he needed to, the excruciating pain overwhelmed everything, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak. He was actually finding it hard to breathe. Which was probably why he blacked out.

Notes

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