Sex and violence.

Frank's P.O.V

"Did it hurt?" Chelsea asks, her hands running over the skin on my lower stomach. Fingers sliding against the fresh ink of my tattoo.

"Nah." I smirked.

"Liar." She giggled, moving her face towards mine.

"Oh, really now?" I smirked against her lips.

"Hmmm." He hums as her lips part on mine, moving them against mine.

"How long's your dad gone for?" She adds.

"He's a some Halloween party so probably like two." My hands rub her hips as I pull her on top of me. Making sure her waist grinds against mine.

"So, I was thinking about giving you something since it's your birthday tonight." Her words rub against my neck, sending chills to race down my spin.

"Hmm, and what would that be?" I run my hands down her body as I lock my eyes on hers.

She doesn't answer, she just sets her lips against mine. They lock in sync with mine as I buck my crotch against her waist. Knowing exactly what she's "giving" me.




Gerard's P.O.V

Drew dropped me off at like four and Frank was home by then, but he was just with his friends downstairs. I don't even think they even noticed me walk it, but that's okay. All I really care about is giving Frank his present.

I finished the painting, got him that black flag shirt he wanted, and now writing a little note. Well not little, but just telling him how much it ment to me that he's my brother. That he cares, and how he changed my life.

I didn't notice the tears sliding down my cheeks till they fell and landed on the lined paper on my lap. They weren't sad tears, they were from happiness. My heart was lifted with every word I wrote down, my skin tearing as my grin grew wider.

It took me about two hours to write a three page note. Me having to start over a few times when I left things out or when the paper was to soaked. But I was satisfied with the finished one.

I wrapped the canvas, folding the shirt and putting it in the crevice of the back of the canvas. Wrapping it in plain black wrapping paper as I folded the note and left it on top so it's the first thing he opens.

I left it sitting on my bed as I peeked out from my room, not hearing anyone in the basement. My eyes glanced at the windows it was already turning dark out and people are getting ready for trick 'r treating.

Frank went along with his friends I guess cause when I walked in the kitchen, his room was empty and dad went along to some party so I guess I was alone.

I shrugged as I walked to the pantry, pulling out a box of cake mix. What's a birthday without a cake?

I turned on the doc that sat on the counter, Frank's iPod still plugged in it and played any music he had on it. Which was music that I had interest it, making baking seem a whole lot more enjoyable.

Even though I never baked before, I still attempted. Mixing eggs and everything in a bowl, I'm pretty sure I'm doing this right.

As the oven preheated I poured the -I think it was done right- batter in a pan. Not spilling a drop, setting it in the oven. The part I'm really nervous about. Hoping in hell I wont burn it.

Instead of doing nothing as it was baking, I grabbed a couple bowls from the cabinet. Dying frosting in each bowl so I can do something cool on it, it's his birthday. It should be special, plus it's Halloween.

I caught a quick shower after I pulled the cake from the oven, not a single burn. I was proud, I just baked a cake.

I wanted to look nice for Frank, so as I got out I slide my arms through the nicest dress shirt I had. Which was just a plain white one, and snaked a red tie around my neck. Tying it as I slipped my legs through the tightest pair of black skinny jeans I had.

Frank was my crush, I couldn't help it.
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The cake was well cooled off by the time I was dressed, so I grabbed a knife and painted the cake with the colored frosting. Making a ghost figure out of whipped cream before writing out in nice letters

Happy birthday, Frank!

It was probably the nicest thing I made, better than any painting ever. And it was all for Frank.

It was only about eight thirty when I finished, Frank would probably be back well past nine. So I just watched a couple horror flicks as I waited.
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The door knob started turning in the middle of Friday the 13th, so right away I jumped off the couch and ran to my room. Making sure I looked good for Frank.

Everytime I tried walking about of my room, my stomach held me back. I was nervous about this, my anxiety kicked in a little. Sending thoughts to run through me head.

What if he doesn't like it?

What if the painted doesn't look anything like Picket?

I just paced my floors with the thoughts running through me, just c'mon Gerard. You can do this, Frank will love it, okay?

I bit down hard on my tongue as I walked out of my door, his present in my hand.

I could already hear sounds -probably from a movie- coming from Frank's room, again. I got nervous.

This time it only lasted about two minutes before I made my way towards his steps. Two steps down and I could already see Frank... naked?

I walked down another one and just stood there in horror as I watched his back arch over her. His body moving in sync with hers...

Did I really just walk in on Frank fucking Chelsea?

Notes

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