After Frank kicked Gerard out of his house, for exposing his secret tendencies, Gerard stumbled back to his lonely abode. He felt absolutely, terribly guilty for his actions, and had only thought about he it would look to him, not Frank.

So when he opened his front door to Apartment Number 43, he was not expecting to feel bad, nor good, but most definitely not remorseful. Trailing his fingers along his kitchen counter, he slumped into one of his island chairs. “Huh,” Gerard said aloud, grabbing the attention of his small black cat that was resting by his window.

“Tink, come here baby.” he cooed at the small thing, and she purred and hopped off the sill, circling the artist’s black Doc Martens, cat hair wisping off of her and sticking to surrounding objects. “ Tink, you love me right?” Gerard said as Tink nuzzled into his hand, while he gently stroked her dark fur.

Gerard popped out from his seat, grabbing the small thing, and setting her onto the counter. “Dinner, yeah?” she cocked her head in response, and with that Gerard set off to the fridge. He pulled out his mother’s homemade spaghetti sauce, and a box of macaroni shells from the cabinet. Water on the stove, and Gorilla Biscuit on the radio, dinner was almost served.

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It was nearly 11;30 at night, and Gerard had finished dinner barely 5 hours ago. Cooped up in his art workshop next to his own room, the young man scowled at the blank canvas.

Taking a FB-2 paintbrush, Gerard started to make even strokes of black onto the stretched cotton. Pinching his nose, and sighing, he leant back onto the stool. “Fuck!” He cried at the painting.

Gerard had painted a scorpion.

“Uh, uh. Not happening. Get yourself together.” Gerard murmured into his knuckle, because he had shoved it into his mouth is disgust. “You are not going to paint that. Him.”

Smacking the canvas off it’s stand, Gerard yelled “Alright. Time for bed!” and stomped into his own room slamming the door. He had a nude painting job to do for someone in the morning, and thinking of that man- no that child was not a good idea. He barely even knew him.

Notes

I AM SO MAD. I started to write this last night and my mother decided to get on my google drive and clean it for me, so she deleted all my mibba work, my wattpad work, and this! I had two other chapters done, and there gone. So, sorry for the delay, and another should be up in a bit, after spell check and things.

Thanks!
Sage xoxo