The Sharpest Lives

Gerards POV

I woke up slightly confused..Frank was in my bed..with me..Had yesterday been real and not a dream? if so i was beyond happy. I looked down to see Frank nuzzled up against my chest. He was so peaceful when he slept. Sometimes i wish i could just watch him forever. thats when i got an idea. i grabbed my sketchbook and drew him while he slept. i really hope that if he ever finds out he isnt creeped out by it. I looked down at the clock and remembered that i had a job interview that morning and quickly and carefully got out of bed not wanting to wake frank. I wrote him a note telling him where i was and said that if he needed anything to just call.
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Franks POV
Gerard slowly got out of bed trying to not wake me up but failing. I watched him as he got ready that morning. He was so particular about everything. from the way he rolled up the sleeves on his button up to the way he tied his shoes. everything had to be perfect. i noticed that he checked his shirt buttons 5 times. once right after he buttoned them up another time after he rolled up his sleeves which he made sure were even another time after he tied his right shoe then another after his left and lastly after he fixed his collar. i found it quite interesting how he did things like that. He always made sure his shoe laces were even and counted everything. Actually i found alot of stuff about him interesting. From the way he walks on his toes with more grace than a cat his tall thin stature slowly gliding along as he carefully chose every piece of clothing with great caution. the way his bracelets fell perfectly on his tiny little wrists and the way his hair always looked put together with no effort at all. He acts like he doesnt give a fuck but in all honesty i think he cares too much. Gee is left handed and always writes at such an awkward angle its funny. His paper is always turned completely sideways and he has his hand slightly raised off the paper trying to avoid "lefty smudge" it seems so uncomfortable but he always says its fine. He is a great artist too. He doesnt let me see his art very often but when i do its always amazing. He also writes poetry that is the one thing he will probably never let me see. He got made fun of alot in school because of it, Someone read his poems and then started reffering to him as the "emo fag" even his teacher called him emo at one point. Whenever he is in public he never lets that bother him but he will go home and let it all out. I think when the teacher called him emo it really hurt him. HE looked up to that teacher so much and for him to just throw all that respect away for one silly word. its a shame.
Gerard eventually left his room so i got up and decided to get dressed too. Thats when i read his note. His penmanship is just as amazing as his drawings.

Heyo I'm going out to a job interview be back in a few hours. There is coffee in the pot if you want some. Dont worry about being too loud Mikey and my mom are out. If you need anything feel free to call. Dont have too much fun without me;)
XOXO -GEE

He never told me about a job interview...

Notes

Heyy sorry its been so long ive kind of been crazy busy. i hope you guys like this story. ALso i have no idea id Gerard is left handed i just said he was becasue i am. Actually when frank was talking about everything he found interesting about gerard i based those all off of me. this chapter pretty much described me. the drawings the poetry the teacher calling me emo..that is all stuff that is about me. idk if this ruins it for you but it helps me write and i feel like it helps you get to know me better. stay snazzy
-Skyy