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Painting Chests in the Bedroom = ADDICTION
Short chapter; Fye brings Gee home with her for a painting lesson, as opposed to their usual Self-defense class with the other guys. What happends when Gee gives up?
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"I'M HOME!!" I screamed throughout the household, throwing my backpack in the recliner again. Gee was right behind me.
Seeing as I had no reply, I shrugged and guessed my brother was out with his friends. Like hell I cared. I threw off my shoes and told Gerard I'd be back in a few seconds, just to give me some time to change.
Seeing as it wasn't THAT warm of a period in the year, I kept the white shirt, but wore a black tank top underneath instead, and slipped into a pair of torn jeans. THOSE were my favorite!
"So, you want anything to drWHAT the FUCK do you think you're doing?" I froze in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at Gerard. Who was taking off that stupid white school shirt.
"Uh, changing?" He replied simply, reaching for a black shit in his backpack.
"...You know, bathrooms exist."
"So do cows. Your point?"
"FINE! I got it, geez." I shrugged, heading for the fridge.
Beer, beer, water... Yay. Boring stuff to drink. I figured I might fix up a smoothie or something. And then I heard Gee swearing. Again, that was a wtf moment.
"Okay, what the shit did you do NOW?"
"Fucking liner's leaking."
And THEN I laughed my heart out. I mean, MAN, have you ever heard a guy say "My makeup's runny!" or something like that?
(Author's Note: No really, I have once. But it was at a concert, and we were all wearing INCHES of makeup, and it was the dude's last show... Cute moment :3)
I just couldn't HELP but laugh.
"Shut up or I'm stuffing a spider down your shirt." He growled, glaring at me as I entered the living room. Still laughing.
"Oh, yeah, like you're mean enough to do that!"
Karma again. Took three seconds before I slipped on something(probably my stupid dog's drool), slid and ran into Gerard, who swore and toppled over me. Damn! How many TIMES can he possibly get on top of me in one week?!
...Never mind, I don't even think I wanna know.
"...Karma?"
"KARMA. Fuck I hate it."
~~~~~~~~~
"You have to be more fluid. Like this."
"...Like this?"
"No, like THIIIIIIIIS. FLUID. Not hard like a freakin' dude's hard-on!"
And that was a snippet of my trying to show Gerard how to PAINT. Though me might be a fucking awesome artist, CARTOON ARTIST, when it comes to realism and still life... Let's say that he's worse than an unborn UNTALENTED baby.
"I GIVE UP! It's too damn HARD!"
"...That's what I've been telling you for the past HOUR." I sighed, throwing myself on my bed.
YEAH, we were in my room. Your point is?
I'd been trying to teach. And NOW I remembered for the second time in a year why it was I never wanted to become a teacher. I would NEVER be able to cope with kids that would never listen.
It took me a while before realising he was sitting at the end of my bed, looking out the window over my head. I had a lilac tree in front of my window. It might not've been in bloom in October... But, strangely enough, it still smelled pretty damn good. I buried my old dog Simba under that tree...
"...Fye...?" Gerard said quietly, tearing his eyes away from the tree to stare down at me. Who was half-asleep.
"...Hn...? Anything wrong...?"
"You know the other day, the spider thing...?"
"Yeah, hard to forget when you scare the fuck out of me..."
I rolled over on my bed, staying on the complete side of it. I always liked having my head near the end of my desk... And that's when I heard the ruffle of clothing. My brain was desperately trying to find an excuse for the prolonged sound of sheets, when I left Gerard lay down beside me.
"...What the fuck..."
I just heard somewhat of a relieved sigh, after I had renounced to move when two arms made their way around me. Though, my brain was still being the slow-ass idiot it always is.
And when it clicked, my eyes flashed open, and my heart started pounding so heard, I thought I was having a heart attack.
"Not, really. What the fuck?"
"Just messin' with your head."
"Yeah, well I'm saying your hormones are messin' with YOU." I said, sitting up and turning around.
To see the most damn sexy thing in my life. But DAMN I wished I'd never seen it.
"...You're a singer, an artist, a fucking good friend, and you HAVE to be this fucking hot?!"
"...Not my fault. Blame my dad."
"Eeeeeeeeew! Too much detail!!" I said, throwing a pillow in his face.
Seeing as I had no reply, I shrugged and guessed my brother was out with his friends. Like hell I cared. I threw off my shoes and told Gerard I'd be back in a few seconds, just to give me some time to change.
Seeing as it wasn't THAT warm of a period in the year, I kept the white shirt, but wore a black tank top underneath instead, and slipped into a pair of torn jeans. THOSE were my favorite!
"So, you want anything to drWHAT the FUCK do you think you're doing?" I froze in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at Gerard. Who was taking off that stupid white school shirt.
"Uh, changing?" He replied simply, reaching for a black shit in his backpack.
"...You know, bathrooms exist."
"So do cows. Your point?"
"FINE! I got it, geez." I shrugged, heading for the fridge.
Beer, beer, water... Yay. Boring stuff to drink. I figured I might fix up a smoothie or something. And then I heard Gee swearing. Again, that was a wtf moment.
"Okay, what the shit did you do NOW?"
"Fucking liner's leaking."
And THEN I laughed my heart out. I mean, MAN, have you ever heard a guy say "My makeup's runny!" or something like that?
(Author's Note: No really, I have once. But it was at a concert, and we were all wearing INCHES of makeup, and it was the dude's last show... Cute moment :3)
I just couldn't HELP but laugh.
"Shut up or I'm stuffing a spider down your shirt." He growled, glaring at me as I entered the living room. Still laughing.
"Oh, yeah, like you're mean enough to do that!"
Karma again. Took three seconds before I slipped on something(probably my stupid dog's drool), slid and ran into Gerard, who swore and toppled over me. Damn! How many TIMES can he possibly get on top of me in one week?!
...Never mind, I don't even think I wanna know.
"...Karma?"
"KARMA. Fuck I hate it."
~~~~~~~~~
"You have to be more fluid. Like this."
"...Like this?"
"No, like THIIIIIIIIS. FLUID. Not hard like a freakin' dude's hard-on!"
And that was a snippet of my trying to show Gerard how to PAINT. Though me might be a fucking awesome artist, CARTOON ARTIST, when it comes to realism and still life... Let's say that he's worse than an unborn UNTALENTED baby.
"I GIVE UP! It's too damn HARD!"
"...That's what I've been telling you for the past HOUR." I sighed, throwing myself on my bed.
YEAH, we were in my room. Your point is?
I'd been trying to teach. And NOW I remembered for the second time in a year why it was I never wanted to become a teacher. I would NEVER be able to cope with kids that would never listen.
It took me a while before realising he was sitting at the end of my bed, looking out the window over my head. I had a lilac tree in front of my window. It might not've been in bloom in October... But, strangely enough, it still smelled pretty damn good. I buried my old dog Simba under that tree...
"...Fye...?" Gerard said quietly, tearing his eyes away from the tree to stare down at me. Who was half-asleep.
"...Hn...? Anything wrong...?"
"You know the other day, the spider thing...?"
"Yeah, hard to forget when you scare the fuck out of me..."
I rolled over on my bed, staying on the complete side of it. I always liked having my head near the end of my desk... And that's when I heard the ruffle of clothing. My brain was desperately trying to find an excuse for the prolonged sound of sheets, when I left Gerard lay down beside me.
"...What the fuck..."
I just heard somewhat of a relieved sigh, after I had renounced to move when two arms made their way around me. Though, my brain was still being the slow-ass idiot it always is.
And when it clicked, my eyes flashed open, and my heart started pounding so heard, I thought I was having a heart attack.
"Not, really. What the fuck?"
"Just messin' with your head."
"Yeah, well I'm saying your hormones are messin' with YOU." I said, sitting up and turning around.
To see the most damn sexy thing in my life. But DAMN I wished I'd never seen it.
"...You're a singer, an artist, a fucking good friend, and you HAVE to be this fucking hot?!"
"...Not my fault. Blame my dad."
"Eeeeeeeeew! Too much detail!!" I said, throwing a pillow in his face.
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