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Living On My Own

Fuckin' Magic.

Shit,” The Lump whispered while biting his lip,You’re the guy in all those photographs.

At this point, there seemed to be a very intense staring competition between Gerard and The Lump. The short man who he was accidentally spooning with no more than thirty seconds ago looked up at Gerard with nothing but fear in his eyes. “Hell,” Gerard thought, “can I even call him a man, this kid looks about seventeen.”

Gerard started taking in his appearance, as you always do when you wake up to meet someone for the first time in your bed. He was about a head shorter than Gerard, with seemingly dyed black hair that obscured his eyes and left cheek. His lips were trembling and he was tugging on the small metal piercing with his teeth. Just as Gerard's eyes started to roam to his neck tattoo, he noticed something.

“You’re wearing my clothes.” Gerard stated out loud. It didn't actually bother him all that much though; Short Guy looked cute with the long, now baggy sleeves covering his hands.
“I, um, look,” Short Guy tried to explain himself “I’ll- I’ll get out of your hair now, I’m sorry, Gerard.” And before Gerard could get another word in, Short Guy dashed out down the stairs and slammed the front door behind him.

What the fuck? A million questions were racing through Gerard’s head.

Who was that guy?

How did he get in?

How long was he staying in my fucking house?

How the fuck did he know my name?


“How am I meant get to sleep now?” Gerard conversed to the thin air. Unless he actually is asleep, and that was all a dream. Gerard’s thrilling theory was proved wrong when he placed his hand down on Short Guy’s side of the mattress to find it was slightly indented and still very much warm."Myth busted," he continued talking to himself, trying to imitate a smart tone.

What struck as amusing to Gerard about this whole situation was how fucking terrified Short Guy looked. Sure, he just got caught sleeping in someone else's bed, maybe he aspires to become Goldilocks or some shit, but was he afraid that Gerard might beat him up or something? Gerard isn’t exactly an intimidating looking guy, I mean come on, his hair is fucking bright orange. He has a rather feminine way about himself, and he doesn't exactly have any muscle.

Gerard began pacing around the house, reassessing the situation. He looked in every room, to make sure Short Guy didn't bring any friends with him. Everything seemed to be in its place. By the looks of it, Short Guy even did some dusting or something, because there was no dust gathered up on his mantelpiece where he kept a few photographs with little souvenirs and trinkets from his travels. Wow, squatters have become efficient.

He looked through the cupboards in the kitchen to see not much food had been taken. Really just a half empty, previously unopened box of cereal that Short Guy must have started munching on. With being away for two months, Gerard didn't buy any milk, but there were two bottles of the stuff in his fridge. The dishes were done and there was a full packet of cigarettes on the table. Huh, Marlboros. Gerard pocketed the cigarettes and thought how considerate Short Guy had been while staying here. Bless, he even restocked on coffee.
Gerard decided it might be best to go for a walk. The caffeine he had earlier was now starting to serve its purpose, and if anything, he might’ve been a little shaken up about this whole ordeal. He needed to clear his head.

While heading towards the door, he patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys, new cigarettes, and swiftly grabbed his sketchbook from the kitchen table.
Before closing the door behind him, he took one last glimpse inside, making sure everything was as he left it. Satisfied, he shuts the door and makes sure it’s fucking locked. Being the paranoid shit he is, Gerard studied the exterior of his house. All the windows were intact, no graffiti on the outside, absolutely nothing to suggest a squatter had made their way in.

Fuckin’ magic,” Gerard decided, and made his way to the park.

Notes

Again, updates are more prevalent on my Archive account, so I really suggest you read it from there.

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Thank you for reading, it means a lot <3

RadLoser.

Comments

Holy shit this is absolutely amazing! You don't find many fics like this!! Please update

MCR IS MY LIFE MCR IS MY LIFE
4/22/15

I absolutely love this!.. Can't wait for more. Xx