Inspiration was uncommon these days, and if Gerard didn't come up with an idea for the new comic soon, he'd end up on the street, or worse, back in his mothers basement! THAT couldn't happen! Sure, he loved his mother, but he'd fought a long time to get out of there, and he had NO intention of going back!
Gerard sighed as he screwed up, yet another, abandoned storyboard!
"Coffee! That's what I need right now!" He muttered, pushing his wheelie chair away from the desk that sat under the small, slightly grubby window, overlooking the park. "Huh! When did it get dark out?" Gerard's eyes widened as he looked to the clock on the wall. "3 am? Shit! Guess I WON'T be having that coffee then!" He chuckled. "Time for bed then!"
Gerard didn't consider himself mad for talking to himself, he'd ALWAYS done it after all, especially when he was feeling a bit lonely... like now! Gerard had been on his own for some time now, ever since he'd FINALLY managed to get his (not especially nice) boyfriend to move out! That had, of course, taken a lot of shouting and swearing, including several words that sweet little Gerard didn't even realise existed, and that, frankly, made him blush. It had also taken 2 police officers to remove him, Gerard didn't like to think on THAT too much. But now, he was alone... and yawning so wide he thought maybe his face might split in two! "DEFINITLY time for bed!"
Gerard clicked off the reading lamp on the desk, and shuffled towards the bathroom. The room was small and bright and clean... and as he started to brush his teeth and wash the day off of his tired face, Gerard observed himself in the cracked mirror hanging above the sink. Shoulder length black hair hung limply around his pale face, dark circles under hazel eyes, and thin, chapped lips... "What a catch!" He smirked at himself "no wonder I'm alone!" Gerard frowned "well, THAT was depressing!" Sighing and shaking his head, he turned off the too bright floresent light, and left the bathroom.
Gerard yawned again as he pulled his Misfits shirt off and threw it in the hamper, before unzipping his skinnies and sliding them off, to hang over a broken wooden chair in the corner of his poster covered bedroom. Slipping into his warm bed, it was just seconds before he felt his eyelids fluttering closed.
Sleep! He could come up with an idea tomorrow! Hey! Maybe he'd even dream of one...