[REST IN PEACE]

'Mmmm, Donny (name of his teddy), you can talllllk?' He grinned in his sleep. 'How cuuute' He snuggled Romeo closer to himself with a smile.

"Donny? I'm not Donny, you twit!" He pushed the boy off the bed.

'OW' He fell on his butt. 'Thank you for your attempt to wake me up in a normal way, I greatly appreciate that...' He grinned and went to his sack. A head of a pink teddy bear popped out. 'Donnyyyyyyyy' He hugged the plushie with a smile and went back into the bed.

"Y-You have a teddy bear?" He deadpanned. "What are you? 6?" He snorted.

'I am a child by heart, I love my plushies more than anything else.' He snuggles his plushie next to his chest. He turned his head back with a smirk "Of course I can't love my plushies more than you sweetheart...'

"You are not a child by heart. You're a perverted old man by heart." Romeo stared at the bear.

'I never said I disagreed.' He smirked and patted his head.

Romeo huffed and slapped his hand away.

'Rude much?' he shook his head lightly and turned on the other side of the bed, closing his eyes again.

Romeo huffed again and took out a sketchbook. 'Time to practice.' He sighed as he opened it. 'Why do I have to be so bad at drawing?' He asked himself in his head.

Gerard could hear the italian turn over the pages of his sketchbook. 'Whaaaterya doing?' He turned around with a raised eyebrow.

He didn't even bother turning to look at the other male. "Practicing my skills." He took a pencil and started...to try to draw.

'Mmm... lemme see.' He sat up and looked at his sketchbook.

"N-No! Don't! You'll be blinded!" Romeo said rather dramatically.

'Aw come on, I wanna watch.' He grinned. 'I myself can't draw at all.'

"But I can't draw either..." It was true. His art teacher was rather horrified when he saw his drawings.

'Aw come on, try... Practice makes perfect if you dunno.' He smiled at him and lifted Romeo's hand to his sketchbook. 'Now show me what you can do.'

"Ugh... I have no art ability, what-so-ever. I warned you." He started drawing. After a few minutes, he was done. "Well...Here goes nothing." He gave the sketchbook to Gerard.

Gerard tried not to cringe but to no avail. 'Well it's... nice.' He grinned.

Romeo noticed Gerard's face. "Ugh, I told you!" He threw the sketchbook across the room and leaned his head on the bed.

Gerard looked at him impassively and leaned out of the bed to take the sketchbook. 'Every person has his unique style... if you practice more..' He put the sketchbook next to Romeo and sat down 'Your style will change and be a lot better than in the beginning.' He grinned.

"There's no hope for me!" He stretched. "And if you know so much, let's see you draw!"

'I never said I could draw, but if you want to.' He smirked and took the sketchook and the pen which Romeo was still holding. He drew for a few minutes and handed him the drawing. 'There's really no difference between yours and mine.'

Romeo gaped. "NO DIFFERENCE?! THIS IS 100 TIMES BETTER THAN MINE!" He shouted.

Gerard stared at him awkwardly. He put his hand on Romeo's forehead 'Are you sick or do you just need glasses?' He smirked at him.