Gerard walked down the sidewalk, away from the Crowe's house. He finally packed up his bags and left, he didn't want to intrude on them anymore. He graduated, had a job, and a car. He thought he'd be fine. He had a cigarette in between his lips, near the corner of his mouth on the left side. He was letting the smoke come from the right side of his mouth. It formed his habit of speaking out of the corner of his mouth.
He had parked his car near the back wooded area of the nearby cemetery. That way no one could see it, it was teh super old area of the cemetery, where most people's family members were dead if they knew anyone back there. So he hung around there a lot. He was heading towards the park, to draw. He didn't knwo what he was going to draw, be it children, or trees, or some sort of bug or patches of grass. He had no idea anymore.
He finally got there and took a seat, he flipped his sketchbook open and pulled out a pencil. He looked at a small long black haired kid who was sitting on a bench all by himself, the boy was staring at him. His eyes full of emotions jumbled into one. Gerard couldn't read them, but he felt them, he could tell the little boy was hurting. Gerard watched him for a moment and noticed a bruise just below the kid's eye, it was black and blue. The boy narrowed his eyes and stood up walking over to Gerard with a strained tough expression.
"What are you staring at?" The kid asked crossing his small arms across his chest, Gerard noticed a few bruises along the kid's arms. He couldn't decide if they were forced upon him or they came on accident.
"Nothing in particular." Gerard stated looking around, and using his pencil in his hand to show him the vast area.
"You were staring at me." The kid acused him.
"I guess you're right." Gerard admit with a sigh. He dropped his hands back onto his sketchbook and crossed one leg over the other as the boy looked him up and down.
"You're weird looking." The kid said with a grin.
"You don't seem to fit in much either." Gerard countered smoothly, the kid smiled, then frowned slightly and took a seat beside Gerard.
"I don't really. People don't like me." The kid told him with a small sigh.
"I know how that feels." Gerard said sketching a bit of the tree across the park.
"I'm Zach by the way." The kid said holding out a small hand. Gerard paused and looked at him, the boy looked about the age of 11.
"I'm Gerard." Gerard said he shook the younger boy's hand. The boy smiled.
"So why are you here anyway?" Zach asked curiously.
"To take in the environment. Draw." Gerard answered nonchalantly, he poked his tongue with the tip of his pencil in thought as of which branch on the tree sketch he should draw first. Zach leaned over and took a look and pointed to it in a spot where a tree branch was jutting outward on the actual tree. Gerard nodded slightly and began sketching that piece.
"You're an artist?" Zach asked, he had a small accent that reminded Gerard of Jersey. Gerard nodded. "Well, you're really good from what I can see." Zach said smiling at him.
"Do you want me to draw you anything?" Gerard asked looking at him.
"That'd be awesome." Zach said happily. Gerard flipped the page of sketchbook to a fresh clean page and wiped off pieces of eraser bits and looked at the younger boy. "Hey Gerard?" Zach asked looking at him with a thoughtful expression.
"Yes?" Gerard asked. "By the way, what would you like me to draw?" He asked quickly.
"A super he-no..uhm...Me..standing above everyone else and them crying because I'm so much better at being myself rather than them being idiots and copying everyone." Zach said nervously. "Where do you live? What if..you don't finish it today, and you do after you've left the park?" Zach asked with a serious tone.
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Give Me A Reason To BelieveFanfiction
Sequel to Give Me A Better Cause To Lead. Gerard Way lives in New York for over a year now, and Frank hasn't spoken to him the night Gerard overdosed, said he hated Frank and Gerard punched him in the face. But what happens when the homeless artist...