Kill This Venom From My Heart

A month later the album is finally finished and Gerard has designed an amazing cover for us, claiming he doesn't need to be paid for it but I tell him to stop being ridiculous and to take the money. Gerard has fully moved in with me and I can't go into any room in the house without seeing something of his and it still brings a smile to my face. I head out for the day, having a band meeting before we go for a radio interview to plug the release of the album for the following week and when Bob, Ryan and I get to the studio for the interview, Joe unable to make it, I groan internally at the clearly fake blond girl behind the desk who will be conducting the interview, hating these situations where the interviewer has no idea about music and just asks pointless questions. "So, Frank there's been a lot of talk among the fans about you being engaged, care to comment on that?" "Well my personal life is my personal life but yes, that's true." "Oooh and who's the lucky lady?" I sigh as I roll my eyes slightly and say "Well as the fans know it's not a girl. His name is Gerard." The girl freezes, clearly not expecting my answer before she tries to giggle it off as she says "So when's the big day?" I glance over at Bob and Ryan, pleading with them to help me out and Bob clears his throat and says "They haven't picked one yet so if we could talk about the album now, you know the one we're here to talk about" and the girl nods, looking embarrassed as I shoot a thankful smile at Bob. The rest of the interview passes with questions about our album, the girl stating facts about our previous albums that she clearly got off the internet because some of them aren't true and by the time we get out of the studio I am very annoyed. "What the fuck was that?" I ask Bob and Ryan and Ryan laughs and says "That was brutal, atleast she didn't bring up the shit Jamia tried to pull." "Oh god, I didn't even think about that" I tell him and he laughs again and says "We're golden, don't worry."

On my way home I stop by the art store Gerard has become obsessed with, going inside and the girl behind the counter recognises me, not from the band but from having been in with Gerard so many times and she greets me with a smile. "Hey Frank how's it going?" "Pretty good, just here to get some stuff for Gerard." She nods, telling me if I need any help to ask and I wander down the aisle I know I need, Gerard mentioning this morning before I left that he was low on some paints and I pick out the colours i know he needs before going to the canvases and I pick out a few of them as well before heading to the counter, seeing a large stand of markers they have on special and I recall having seen Gerard use them before so I get some of those too. After I've paid for the stuff I carry them back out to my car and head home, the drive slow with all the traffic around and by the time I get there I am ready to lay down and relax. After I park in the garage I gather all the stuff I bought and go inside, hearing some very familiar music coming from upstairs and I smile to myself as I drop my keys on the table as I make my way to the stairs, going up and into my music room which Gerard has converted into his art room too, liking the view from the window so I agreed and moved all my guitars and equipment over so he could have half of the room. I walk to the door, seeing him standing in front of his latest painting on his easel, dressed in boxers and an old oversized paint stained shirt, his slightly long hair tied back but some of it has fallen out around his face and I stop and watch for a few seconds, my face pulled into a massive smile. Gerard still hasn't noticed I'm there, humming softly to himself as his brush moves across the canvas and I quietly cross the room to stand behind him, waiting until he takes the brush away before I lean in, softly singing into his ear along with the song and he jumps, letting out a small squeal as he spins around and we both start giggling as he says "You scared the shit out of me." "I'm sorry, I bought you something to make it better though" I tell him as I offer him the bag of paints and markers and the canvases and his face breaks out into an even bigger smile as he opens the bag and looks at what I bought.

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