Demolition Lovers (Frerard, asshole!Gerard)

Gerard Way couldn’t understand. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of a person who would rather sit in a room watching daytime talk shows, slowly slipping into madness, allowing thoughts consume them alive. Somewhat resembling a snake swallowing a mouse after four days of scavenging: savoring each moment of both the taste, and distress of the animal as it passes through its digestive tract. He couldn’t understand why someone would choose that over doing something remotely productive or beneficial, like going bowling with him and Frank. Apparently, this was Lindsey’s favorite pastime, and Gerard has been mulling over it for the past hour.

Frank has been telling him to “get over it” but he just couldn't. He didn't mean to sound whiny, but he honestly couldn't believe that would rather sit around, practically doing nothing, instead of hanging out with them. He couldn't believe, no, he refused to believe she didn't like him.
He knew that her favorite color was the pinkish-red the sky turns when the sun rises on an October morning. He knew how much she hated the smell of coffee on her clothes, yet, loved to drink her’s with two sugars and whipped cream. He knew how her dream was to become a bass player, and how she wants a blue and white Steve Harris Precision Bass to make it a reality. Most of all, he knew she worked at the dingy Mcdonald’s down the road each day after school to save for it. Yet, she was head over heals for some other guy, Aaron. To be honest, Gerard knew quite a few things.

“Let's go.” Gerard said, mechanically turning to his roommate, Frank. He was usually immune to Gerard’s shady antics, but now he seemed skeptical.

“Where to exactly?” he questioned, raising a lazy eyebrow at Gerard, peeking over the couch that barely separated their living room from the kitchenette, where Gerard was perched on one of the stools.

“A friends house. Come on.” Gerard stared at Frank for a moment, waiting for a reply or even a gesture from Frank that even remotely signaled he was going to follow him. After a few moments of Frank staring blankly at Gerard, he got tired of waiting. Gerard swung his jacket over his head and shrugged it on. Before leaving, he looked back over his shoulder one last time.

He let out frustrated, “Coming?” and after waiting few moments with nothing from Frank, he opened the front door and left without him. Gerard walked down the stairs of the apartment building, rhythmically stepping around puddles of mysterious liquids and trash until he reached the main entrance of the building.

Turning up the collar of his jacket to brace himself against the cold, Gerard reached Frank’s car. Gerard wrapped his hand around the passenger side handle and let out a heavy sigh and turned toward the apartment building entrance.

“Frank, come on.” Frank slowly peeked his head from behind the front door of the building sporting a stern frown.

“Gerard-” Frank started, but Gerard threw his head back and let out an over-exaggerated groan as the ran his hands over his face.

“Give me a break Frank, let’s just go meet this friend of mine, then you can lecture me all you want.” Frank nervously wrung his hands together as he cautiously walked toward his friend and unlocked the car. Gerard yanked the car door open and quickly took his seat as he waited for Frank to get in.

Gerard leaned his head against the headrest and closes his eyes as he was alone with this thoughts for the first couple of seconds of that day. In those split seconds, Gerard thought about what he was about to do:

“Isn’t love crazy? I mean, it can just drive people to the extreme. Push them to and beyond their limits. Just for another person. A sack of flesh, blood, and bones that is virtually the same as them or their own family. Yet some people live their entire lives just to hear the words “I love you” from someone special. Those three words, can sound so different when it comes from that one special person. Love can make someone’s eyes as deep as space, or someone’s hair as fine as silk. Yet, at the same time, love could make the days long, grim, and bleak. Love is a scary thing, you need to control it or it will control you.”

Notes

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