The mystery boy
Chapter one.
Ever since Gerard and Mikey were little, Mikey had always had better people's skills. Meaning he had more friends than Gerard... and his collection of obscene comics and various Iron Maiden records. So, the art room was his haven, where no one came because art was "boring and stuff".
Here, Gerard could make a den out of the dust covers and easels and draw and read as much manga, comics and maybe rated R fanart as he wanted. After all, it was his haven.
It was around 7:30pm. All the art teachers practically trusted Gerard, so he had access for as long as he wanted until 8,when the school goes into auto-lock for the night. His parents didn't really give a crap if Gerard wasn't there early for dinner , they knew he was at least capable of eating when he was hungry, but they always thought he was staying behind for his course work, so that was apparently a good enough reason to skip food.
He finished the last few lines of the half-hearted sketch he was doing and signed it at the bottom with a small frown. The sketch was so... Familiar. It was of a boy, who looked slightly younger than him. He had pale skin and pink, thin lips with a lip ring. The piercing complemented his mouth very well, and his features were small but perfect size for his face. He had beautiful brown eyes, and his fringe neatly curled around the angle of his face. His fringe was black, however half of his head was cut short and dyed blonde. He was beautiful. Gerard knew that this beautiful boy couldn't be a figment of his imagination, he knew that he must of seen the boy somewhere. He tried to think where he could of seen the boy but after 10 minutes he still couldn't come up with an answer for the mystery person.
Soon it was 7:55, so Gerard packed up the equipment he had used and shut the door. The whole time that Gerard was walking home, the face remained in his head. He couldn't stop thinking of who it was, and he couldn't help but feel intrigued, because he was, undeniably beautiful. As soon as he opened the front door, his mother had bombarded him with questions on how his course work was going.
"Fine." Gerard had mumbled before trudging down the steps to the dark basement he called his room. He quickly pulled the drawing out of his coat pocket and stuck it on his wall,next to his bed in hope that he would remember who it was in the morning. He picked up a pencil and his sketch pad and began to draw mystery-boy playing the guitar. In the picture he looked so concentrated on the instrument, his eyebrows pushed together in a tight frown and he was biting his lip. But he also looked happy, as if nothing else made him feel better than playing the guitar. All of a sudden the door opened, causing Gerard to jump and draw a monobrow on the boy in the picture. Gerard cursed and quickly hid the drawing under a stack of CDs. His brother walked in, wearing a Black Misfits top and faded black skinny jeans, clinging to his slender limbs.
"Hi gee. Mum wanted me to remind you to go to sleep." Mikey repeated what he said every night, as Gerard usually got very caught up in his drawing.
"What time is it?!" Asked Gerard, surprised because it had seemed like only 5 minutes ago that he had walked into his bedroom.
"One in the morning." Mikey informed him, smiling sarcastically.
"Wow thanks for reminding me so early" Gerard glared at his younger brother that he returned it with a fake smile. Mikey left his older brother and walked back up to his room,leaving Gerard in darkness. Sighing, Gerard climbed into bed and closed his eyes, imaging the beautiful drawing.
Here, Gerard could make a den out of the dust covers and easels and draw and read as much manga, comics and maybe rated R fanart as he wanted. After all, it was his haven.
It was around 7:30pm. All the art teachers practically trusted Gerard, so he had access for as long as he wanted until 8,when the school goes into auto-lock for the night. His parents didn't really give a crap if Gerard wasn't there early for dinner , they knew he was at least capable of eating when he was hungry, but they always thought he was staying behind for his course work, so that was apparently a good enough reason to skip food.
He finished the last few lines of the half-hearted sketch he was doing and signed it at the bottom with a small frown. The sketch was so... Familiar. It was of a boy, who looked slightly younger than him. He had pale skin and pink, thin lips with a lip ring. The piercing complemented his mouth very well, and his features were small but perfect size for his face. He had beautiful brown eyes, and his fringe neatly curled around the angle of his face. His fringe was black, however half of his head was cut short and dyed blonde. He was beautiful. Gerard knew that this beautiful boy couldn't be a figment of his imagination, he knew that he must of seen the boy somewhere. He tried to think where he could of seen the boy but after 10 minutes he still couldn't come up with an answer for the mystery person.
Soon it was 7:55, so Gerard packed up the equipment he had used and shut the door. The whole time that Gerard was walking home, the face remained in his head. He couldn't stop thinking of who it was, and he couldn't help but feel intrigued, because he was, undeniably beautiful. As soon as he opened the front door, his mother had bombarded him with questions on how his course work was going.
"Fine." Gerard had mumbled before trudging down the steps to the dark basement he called his room. He quickly pulled the drawing out of his coat pocket and stuck it on his wall,next to his bed in hope that he would remember who it was in the morning. He picked up a pencil and his sketch pad and began to draw mystery-boy playing the guitar. In the picture he looked so concentrated on the instrument, his eyebrows pushed together in a tight frown and he was biting his lip. But he also looked happy, as if nothing else made him feel better than playing the guitar. All of a sudden the door opened, causing Gerard to jump and draw a monobrow on the boy in the picture. Gerard cursed and quickly hid the drawing under a stack of CDs. His brother walked in, wearing a Black Misfits top and faded black skinny jeans, clinging to his slender limbs.
"Hi gee. Mum wanted me to remind you to go to sleep." Mikey repeated what he said every night, as Gerard usually got very caught up in his drawing.
"What time is it?!" Asked Gerard, surprised because it had seemed like only 5 minutes ago that he had walked into his bedroom.
"One in the morning." Mikey informed him, smiling sarcastically.
"Wow thanks for reminding me so early" Gerard glared at his younger brother that he returned it with a fake smile. Mikey left his older brother and walked back up to his room,leaving Gerard in darkness. Sighing, Gerard climbed into bed and closed his eyes, imaging the beautiful drawing.
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