Do You Wanna Hold My Hand?

"Gerard! I'm making pancakes! Hurry up rising from that musical pit of yours if you want any before Mikey eats them all!" Gerard's mum shouted down the basement stairs. Heaving himself up from his seat at his piano, Gerard stumbled his way up the stairs from the dim lit basement to the kitchen which was filled with light. His mum stood at one of the kitchen counters with a bowl in-between her arms filled with pancake mixture.

"About time you got up!" She laughed, pouring a ladle full of the mixture into a pan carefully placed above the hob to cook. "Mikey's almost eaten through his lot, he was about to start on yours." She carried on laughing whilst mixing the pancake mixture. Gerard smiled back in response before taking a seat next to Mikey and filling his face with the delicious pancakes his mother had cooked, drizzling syrup on them every now and then. When his mother finally ran out of mixture the two boys moaned and grumbled about wanting more.

"Be grateful you got pancakes rather than cereal." Their mother said flatly, proceeding to wash the kitchen utensils she had previously been using. Gerard and Mikey mumbled a "whatever mum." before shuffling their way into the living room to channel surf. Gerard eventually found an episode of Batman and put the remote down. About ten minutes into the episode involving the villain Egghead and his friend Olga, Gerard's phone buzzed, showing he'd received a text. His heart went in his mouth when he realised the chance of the text being from Frank. He checked the screen. "1 message from Ray". He sighed with relief.

"Hey Gerard! Any chance I could borrow your Iron Man DVD? It'd only be for a couple of nights :)" Gerard text back with a simple "yeah sure I'll bring it on Monday :)". Part of him was happy that it wasn't Frank, the other wanted the text to be from him. Gerard sighed, ruffled Mikey's hair and stood up, shuffling his way back to the basement. When he'd sunk down into the small dent he'd created in his piano chair, Gerard switched on a small recording device balanced on his music stand. He began to play the piece he'd written the previous night, his voice echoing off the walls. Eventually he finished the piece and switched off the recording device.

"What's up Gerard?" His mother came down the stairs with a steaming mug, pulling a chair up next to Gerard and handing him the cup of hot chocolate.

"Frank." Gerard smiled weakly, sipping at the hot liquid.

"What's up now?" His mum leaned on his piano, making sure not to press any of the keys.

"He broke up with me." Gerard replied simply, carrying on sipping at his drink.

"Well he's either blind or has something wrong with him then if he gave up on you. You may be a lot of work Gerard, but it's worth it." She smiled, standing up and pecking his cheek.

"Yeah right mum." Gerard chuckled, placing his half empty mug on his lap.

"It's true." She smiled, walking back up the stairs most likely to do some form of cleaning.

"Sure." Gerard whispered to himself, finishing off his drink and collecting the device balanced on his music stand, moving up the stairs towards his bedroom.

"I'm going out hun, I'll be back at about 10 tonight, love you!" Frank's mum shouted from the entrance of the front door before shutting it and leaving for work.

"Bye." Frank mumbled into his pillow. He ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair, gel sticking to his hands. Eventually Frank rolled out of bed and pulled a pair of black track suit bottoms on, leaving his chest pale and bare. He grabbed his phone and slipped it into his pocket, wandering down the stairs and grabbing a glass of orange juice from the fridge before slumping down into his armchair. Flicking through the TV channels, Frank eventually became bored and decided to wandered around the house until he eventually ended up back in his room. He opened a cupboard to reveal a plain white guitar with the word "Pansy" stuck onto it.

"Hello there old friend," He smiled at the musical device whilst picking it up, "long time no see." He strummed a chord and tuned Pansy. The rest of his day contained only guitar chords, some Guns'n'roses songs and cookies. Eventually, Frank fell asleep with Pansy in his arms and the remnants of a cookie crumpled against his chest.