Frankie Baby

When I woke up the next morning , i was thankful it was saturday. But I wasn’t thankful that Gerard’s heat was missing from next to me. I sighed and hugged his pillow close to my chest , inhaling his scent. It was unusual how i yearned for him to wake up next to me every morning. My eyes slowly shut on their own , plunging me into darkness. I pulled the heavy bedspread over my shoulders , attempting to retain heat. I was vering the edge of unconsiniousness when I heard a crashing of metal pans. After that , the deep muttering of curses. A smile immediately graced my lips , a giggle escaping my throat. I threw off the comforter and shivered as the cold air nipped my skin. I yanked on a semi-clean sweater and made my way into the kitchen. The sound of my feet silently hitting the hardwood floors was comforting. My footsteps slowly stopped as I creeped around the corner to the kitchen. I had to hold back a laugh at the sight infront of me. Gerard had his back to me and the scent of burnt pastry invaded my nostrils. His hands were buried in his hair and cooking ingredients were spread out on the counter. White powder was spilt on the ground. Blue frosting clumps were caught in the strands of his hair. A cook book was open and splayed infront of him. Some of the previously white pages were stained a light blue , smudges decorated the page. “Fuckin shit motherfucker.” Gerard snapped , chucking the blue frosting at the wall. The frosting would most definetly leave a suspicious looking stain , if not cleaned soon. Gerard’s back was tense and he was constantly running his fingers through his hair. The clumps of frosting smearing against his dark hair. “Gerard?” I called out quietly. Gerard spun around so fast im pretty sure if he’d spun any faster he wouldve given himself whiplash. His brown eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed. Gerard Way. Was blushing. He smiled nervously and he shifted so he was blocking my view of the counter. I looked at his curiously and tilted my head to the side. “What are you hiding?” I asked , a small smile playing at my lips. He pushed his back against the counter to block my vision even more. A blue streak of frosting decorated his jaw line and a soft smear painted his lips. “Pffsht nothing.” he gushed his smile getting wider and more nervous. I pouted and took a few steps towards him , so there was a foot inbetween us. “Please tell me what you have behind your back?” I said innocently , my face morphing into my best puppy face. His eyes narrowed slightly as i gently wrapped my arms around his waist. “No.” he puffed. “Its so bad , im going to throw it out.” he snapped ingidnatly , sticking his nose in the air. Gently I leaned up and gingerly licked at the sweet frosting lining his jaw. Gerard shamelessly moaned and pulled my hips to his. His semi pressed to my hip as he hungrily attached our lips together. I pulled away hestitantly. “Tell me what you have!” I pouted , poking his chest. He sighed , rolled his eyes and huffed. “Fuckin fine okay? It sucks.” I took a step away from him gingerly. I turned around and held out a pan that was smothered in blue frosting , the cake part completely covered. Some of the frosting stained the sides of the glass pan. On the top of the frosting was a very sloppy , uncoordinated “I love you Frnk” in red decoration frosting. My heart literally melted in my chest and probably spilled onto the floor. A warm feeling spread over my chest and constricted my breathing at the sweet gesture. “I know it sucks , I just wanted for you to be happy and I jus-” I broke off his nervous rambling by sealing my lips to his. I pulled our lips apart gently. “Its wonderful Gerard.” I smiled , taking the pan from his hands. “I wanted it to be perfect but the stupid fucking frosting was being a fuckin pain in the ass.” he snarled at the tube of frosting on the side of the room. “Hey, hey , I think its perfect G.” I said , smiling to reassure things that what he did was perfect. His eyes bounced around the room , looking bashful. Gently , he squeezed my hips and pulled us closer. “I just wanted to be as good as you with cooking.” he puffed. I set down the pan and hugged him , allowing him to place his hands on my butt. “I fucking burnt it to a crisp.” he huffed again , buring his face in my neck. I shivered when he pressed his lips to my sensitive neck. “G-gerard its wonderful stop bringing yourself down.” he groaned and grabbed my butt hard , yanking our hips together. “No its not.” he whined childishly , pecking my neck lightly. I sighed and buried my fingers in his hair. “Gerard stop you loser, its amazing.” I sighed and pulled his head up out of my neck to look him in the eyes. He sighed and pressed our lips together. “Youre too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” he mumbled sadly , his eyes reflecting an unknown deep sadness. Gently I caressed his cheek with my thumb. My face scruntched at the tought of me being without him. “Don’t ever say that Gerard , I love you more than anything..” I didn’t quite know where this sudden unsureness came from , but it was scary. Gerard knew that we were practically perfect for eachother. It was upsetting none the less he was doubting it. “I love you.” I sighed , pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighed and rubbed my sides comfortingly , “i love you too baby.” he mumbled. I was going to find out what was bugging Gerard if it was the last thing I did.

Notes

wow im really really really really sorry
its getting harder and harder for me to write. I had to grit this chapter out.
I apologize , i know its bland.
terribly sorry , doves
xxx