Who Needs a Diary When You Have a Demon?

Was skin cream meant to smell this bad? It smelled worse than the time Mikey thought putting the dirty sponges in the microwave would “kill the bacteria” rather than stinking the house out. The doctor had come back a few hours ago and put some lotion on Gerard’s neck to “stop it getting stiff or sore after the fall”, but really it just made him want to throw up. Seriously, it smelled that bad. How was Gerard meant to rest and recover when the smell made him feel worse?

“Gerard, stop rubbing your neck or you’ll get a rash”, Mikey scolded his brother.

“I can’t help it”, Gerard whined. “The cream smells and makes me itchy and I want it off! Make it go away Mikey.”

Mikey looked at his older brother, who had managed to master the act of looking utterly pathetic (well, even more than he usually was). His eyes were red and watery from the dry air of the hospital and his hair was even more of a bird’s-nest than Mikey had ever seen it. Both of the brothers jumped slightly when Dr Hurley entered the room with a smile on his face.

“Good morning gentlemen”, Dr Hurley greeted as he placed his clip board by Gerard’s feet. “How are we today Mr Way?” he directed to Gerard.

“Excellent. Never felt better. Can I go now?” he asked desperately.

Dr Hurley chuckled and nodded before explaining to the brothers what needed to be done to prevent anything becoming infected when they went home. The instructions were fairly simple, stay away from cats, keep the injured area clean and bandaged, avoid hitting the injured area with anything and other basic tasks that were more common sense than anything else. Gerard was dressed and standing next to the bed when Dr Hurley stopped him once more.

“One more thing you need is this”, he said as he handed Gerard a tube of cream. “It needs to be applied three times a day on your neck until the tube runs out. If you even suspect that you may have only used it twice, put it on again, it won’t make anything worse.”

Gerard took the cream reluctantly, even though he had no intention of using it and stumbled out of the room after Mikey. They reached the parking lot after signing out at reception and climbed into Mikey’s car, he was driving because Gerard wasn’t allowed to. He would never admit, but Gerard had always thought that being driven around was fun. He could watch the people they passed or look at the birds flying overhead or even just focus on whatever music was playing in the background.

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Frank was really worried now. Gerard hadn’t been home for nearly a day, and Frank knew he hated being out at night time. He was about to go on a search for him when he heard someone fumbling with the lock on the door. He quickly turned invisible and sat on top of the book case (his favourite spot to watch Gerard from if he was being honest), and waited for whoever was at the door to come in.

Mikey was struggling to fit Gerard’s key into the lock on the door, growing increasingly frustrated.

“I swear to God Gerard if you don’t get this fucking key fixed I will fill the lock with glue”, Mikey threatened Gerard.

Gerard replied with a raised eyebrow, “It’s not my fault that you can’t figure out the door. You just aren’t doing it right.”

“Oh right, and how is the right way Mr Know-It-All?”

Gerard smirked as he stepped forward and took the keys from Mikey. He slid the key half way into the lock, turned it two degrees to the left, pushing the key in the rest of the way, turning seven degrees to the right, ten degrees to the left, and finally turning to the right until the lock clicked out of place and the door opened. Mikey gaped at his smirking brother as he walked into the apartment.

“Thanks for the ride Mikes, I’ll talk to you later”, Gerard farewelled Mikey before closing his door and walking into the bedroom to change clothes.

Frank jumped off the bookcase and followed Gerard, determined to find out what happened. He didn’t even think before he started yelling at Gerard.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He yelled, making Gerard jump and spin around.

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?!” Gerard screamed back.

It was only then that Frank realised this was their first actual meeting and he blushed. He looked at his shoes to hide it and try to come up with something that wouldn’t freak Gerard out even more.

“I’m always in here you know that”, Frank cringed at his inability to sound normal.

Gerard’s eyes widened at Frank’s comment and they both remained silent for several minutes. Gerard moved towards the bed slowly and sat down, his eyes never leaving Frank. He didn’t seemed scared but he definitely wasn’t overly comfortable in Frank’s presence. It must have been at least an hour of the two men staring at each other before Gerard spoke.

“So I wan’t going crazy, you actually exist”, Gerard said breathily.

Frank nodded before he replied, “You asked me to dinner three times and each time it couldn’t happen because you had work or Mikey was coming over.”

Gerard’s eye became impossibly wider before he smiled softly at Frank. He stood from his sitting position on the bed and closed the distance between him and the demon. Gerard ran his finger tips down Frank’s cheek, marvelling at how warm his skin was.

“Is it creepy that I may or may not have a slight crush on you even though we’ve never actually met?” Gerard asked as he grabbed Frank’s hand.

Frank chuckled, “No more creepy than me living in this apartment longer than you have and watching you sleep, change and shower.”

Gerard blushed at the demon’s words and lowered his eyes to the floor.

“So, would you like to join me for dinner Mr Demon?” Gerard asked.

“It’s Frank actually”, he replied. “But dinner would be lovely Mr Way. You can explain where you were for a whole day.”

They both smiled and Gerard led Frank out to the kitchen to order take out, he wasn’t going to let his cooking ruin another first date.

Notes

a bit short but the story should start to move from here on

have a safe holiday everybody!!!