Painting Flowers.
Prologue.
Gerard had so far lived a good life. He had sobered up after the accident with his brother, and had succeeded in making the best out of his life with his art.
He had moved from New Jersey to Michigan, in a city called Flushing because it looked calm, but mostly because he thought the name of the city sounded funny.
He had moved there alone, and had quite a lot of little love affairs. Ok, one-night affairs with random people he met at some art meetings. Both girls and boys.
He didn't mean to be thought of like an easy play, or a fuck toy, he just didn't want to stay alone.
He couldn't bear loneliness because it allowed him to think, and overthink way too much. Though, this only-one-night thing couldn’t last forever, Ray always told him. He had to find somebody and allow himself to be happy with that person.
This is how Gerard started dating. Really dating. But the persons he met were either too boring, or dumb, and too talkative. It was as if he was stuck with his loneliness.
That was, until he met this girl at this art gallery. Lindsey. She was sweet, and funny, and could we even deny her beauty. They started dating and they got along well, really well, but Gerard was way gayer than he thought. He only thought of her as a friend. His best fucking friend maybe. But she was his only way out of his solitude. And that was just what he needed.
She had moved in with him and they lived together a whole year before Lindsey couldn’t bear being that selfish anymore.
“I know you are gay Gerard,” she had told him, “I can’t force you into loving me anymore, you are good. And I already envy the one that will get you to be his.” And she had laughed one of her cute laughs. She had told him it would be better for her if they never met again. And they never met again, leaving Gerard back with his good old friend known as emptiness.
But he decided against living alone again, and hired somebody for no special work. Just somebody who would take care of the house, the meetings where Gerard was invited, his art promotion and all these sorts of things that Gerard could totally do himself but didn’t want to.
The man he hired was Matt Pelissier. He was funny, although a little too uptight, but Gerard would work on that.
He had forced Matt into moving in, and he, of course, had his own bedroom because no, Gerard would never –ever—fall for Matt.
Gerard’s art business had worked well since then, and they were currently in Chicago, for the opening of a new Gallery where Gerard would probably expose his work.
Our thirty year old man thinks, or more, is sure he is happy. But if someone told him he actually wasn’t happy and could change that, taking the risk to lose his already built future, would he have the guts to? What would be changed? There's only one way to know.
He had moved from New Jersey to Michigan, in a city called Flushing because it looked calm, but mostly because he thought the name of the city sounded funny.
He had moved there alone, and had quite a lot of little love affairs. Ok, one-night affairs with random people he met at some art meetings. Both girls and boys.
He didn't mean to be thought of like an easy play, or a fuck toy, he just didn't want to stay alone.
He couldn't bear loneliness because it allowed him to think, and overthink way too much. Though, this only-one-night thing couldn’t last forever, Ray always told him. He had to find somebody and allow himself to be happy with that person.
This is how Gerard started dating. Really dating. But the persons he met were either too boring, or dumb, and too talkative. It was as if he was stuck with his loneliness.
That was, until he met this girl at this art gallery. Lindsey. She was sweet, and funny, and could we even deny her beauty. They started dating and they got along well, really well, but Gerard was way gayer than he thought. He only thought of her as a friend. His best fucking friend maybe. But she was his only way out of his solitude. And that was just what he needed.
She had moved in with him and they lived together a whole year before Lindsey couldn’t bear being that selfish anymore.
“I know you are gay Gerard,” she had told him, “I can’t force you into loving me anymore, you are good. And I already envy the one that will get you to be his.” And she had laughed one of her cute laughs. She had told him it would be better for her if they never met again. And they never met again, leaving Gerard back with his good old friend known as emptiness.
But he decided against living alone again, and hired somebody for no special work. Just somebody who would take care of the house, the meetings where Gerard was invited, his art promotion and all these sorts of things that Gerard could totally do himself but didn’t want to.
The man he hired was Matt Pelissier. He was funny, although a little too uptight, but Gerard would work on that.
He had forced Matt into moving in, and he, of course, had his own bedroom because no, Gerard would never –ever—fall for Matt.
Gerard’s art business had worked well since then, and they were currently in Chicago, for the opening of a new Gallery where Gerard would probably expose his work.
Our thirty year old man thinks, or more, is sure he is happy. But if someone told him he actually wasn’t happy and could change that, taking the risk to lose his already built future, would he have the guts to? What would be changed? There's only one way to know.
Notes
So, it won't always be in italic don't worry, it was just for the prologue. Sorry if your eyes are tired, ha.Ok um, this is really short I know, but the first chapter will be an ass-long chapter and yeah, again, this is just a prologue.
I wanted my story to be out... Erm.
Well, hope anyone who read this wants more, and actually, I hope somebody read this.
If you don't update this soon I will find out where you live and force you to update because I need to know what happens. Dude, don't be a bitch, it needs to be continued, it needs to be finished. This is a thing of beauty and I'd be a jerk if I didn't say so. Now update.
6/23/14