The Blind Artist (Frerard MCR Fanfic)

3: Sand

 *A/N: This is the next part to the one shots and I wrote it today so please excuse me if there are mistakes or it isn't very good as I haven't been feeling so great. Thank you for reading and don't forget to comment, vote and share your thoughts! Enjoy!

3: Sand

*Gerard's P.O.V.*

"Gee, baby, wake up." I hear a smooth voice in my ear, feel a soft kiss to my cheek and a gentle hand move my hair back.

"No, I don't wanna." I grumble into my pillow, I try to get comfortable once again from my position on my stomach.

"Wake up master of darkness." He giggle into my ear straddling my body over the covers so I feel his weight almost crush me into the mattress with a wheeze.

"It oh great and handsome master of darkness to you." I try to close my eyes again away from the harshness of the light in the room.

"I have a surprise for you. Get up before I send Mikey in here to get you up." With a jolt I feel my foot being pulled from under the covers as Frank moves off of me. And then the covers move, I feel a draft waft onto my bare skin as I try and tug them back on.

"I'm naked!" I yelp only to be met by a cackle of evil intelligence by my boyfriend.

"I know! How do you think you got that way?" At that moment I let my eyes open and pull Frank onto the bed with me for a real morning kiss- who cares about morning breath or the taste of last night's garlic bread.

"We could stay naked all day..." I wiggle my eyebrows at Frank as I look up into his beautiful green eyes, his hair nicely trimmed short and eyes lightly rimmed with eyeliner. Fuck my boyfriend is hot.

"Please don't." We hear from the doorway making us jump apart, Mikey stands in the open doorway but flinches to put his hand over his eyes when he sees me uncovered. "Dude cover that thing up." He groans with a gagging noise.

"You have 10 minutes to get dressed and get in the car." They leave throwing a bunch of clothes at me. I just love my bed.

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"Do you remember that one summer when we were kids, we decided to be ninjas and I convinced you to swing on the jungle gym and ended up swinging upside-down because you got your foot stuck?" I laughed looking out the window, the wind blowing my long now red hair in the breeze as it seemed we were trying to beat the sunrise. Mikey was in the back stretched out along the seats gradually falling asleep with the gentle movement of the car, whilst Frank was driving with a buzz like he had drank a dozen cups of coffee.

"Of course, I had blood rush for days after that, and Mom had to buy me new glasses." He shrugs tapping out a beat with his fingers to the soft music playing the car.

"You said that your super unicorn would be able to help you but instead it just got you more stuck because I lodged it next to your foot... you looked like a piñata!" I laughed remembering the small brown haired ninja hanging by his foot from a jungle gym.

"You and Ray from next door had to finally get me down by tickling me so I wriggled out, mom found the 3 of us in a pile underneath it giggling whilst I celebrated with my stuffed unicorn." He was right; Mikey's unicorn went everywhere with him and every time we got stuck in a situation he would somehow fit the unicorn in and when it was fixed he would praise the unicorn. I would never tell him that sometimes I made little problems for the unicorn to fix and that I still kept it on the shelf in my studio. I loved that unicorn just as much as him, I remembered waking up in the hospital feeling that little unicorn pressed to my side.

"That was the year Nanna died." Mikey whispers from the back and I instantly feel a sadness pull in my belly, I keep my eyes out the window but feel Frank's hand grab onto my own and squeeze it softly.