I'm Getting Better (I Promise)

Gerard was slowly falling off the sofa head first whilst chain smoking and contemplating his existence when the doorbell rang.

Frank was out for the day sorting out some business with the record label. He had tried to listen he really had but he had no head for that kind of thing, feeling much more comfortable in made up worlds in his imagination. He had taken the opportunity to smoke without being nagged at by Frank, who was, as Gerard reminded him often ‘a fucking hypocrite’ for doing so because Frank often snuck out into their garden for a quick smoke despite promising he would go cold turkey as part of a pact they had made. Gerard was secretly glad about this though because it left him an excuse for not sticking entirely to their pact, mainly taking his pills and not smoking.

The doorbell rang again. Gerard was not looking forward to social interaction with anyone today. Much less one of the elderly ladies next door who frequented the house on days when Frank was not here - he was sure Frank asked them to keep an eye on him. He slowly trudged his way over to the door and opened it, hiding his cigarette behind his back just for good measure. Sure enough it was Agnes from across the street, she was carrying a tray full of cookies and Gerard was pretty sure she had whatever she was currently knitting in her bag. She was the perfect image of a stereotypical old lady.

“Umm hey. Come in…”
“Thank you dear,”
Agnes set the tray down on the only space in the kitchen that was not piled high with an assortment of various shit and scrunched up her nose.
“You really shouldn’t smoke darling you know. Those things will kill you, and we don’t want that.”
Gerard looked embarrassed and stared at his feet, removing the cigarette from the hiding spot behind his back and putting it out with a muttered “Yeah I know,”
“Cookie dear?”
“Umm, no, sorry… I… there’s a… a thing, I can’t,” Gerard stumbled over his words. He wasn’t supposed to eat for an hour after taking his pills but he didn’t want Agnes to know he was more crazy than she already thought he was.
“It’s okay love don’t worry yourself,”
Gerard flashed a thin smile of gratitude and willed the heat in his cheeks away.
"So Frank was telling me your brother just got engaged,"
"Yeah."
"Well send him my love"
"Yep"
Agnes smiled again and started piling the cookies onto a plate that Gerard hadn't even noticed her retrieving from the cupboard. Honestly Gerard had no idea how she knew where everything was in their house when even he didn't.
"Are you and Frank gonna go to the church fair on Sunday?" Agnes started, walking into their living room. Gerard trudged behind like a lost puppy.
"I guess so, we have nothing planned"
"Oh marvelous" she perched on their arm chair and dug into her handbag, producing a ball of wool and knitting needles.
"We raised $425 last year we couldn't believe it. It was the most we raised in years. Of course our Douglas said it was all up to him with his cake sale but honestly I thought the cakes Anne normally baked tasted much better, and half the price too. I think it was all because of Diane's daughter Rachel. You see she posted it on the internet, something to do with a book of faces I don't know a thing about all these computers. It all seems..."
Gerard began to zone out here, offering a few hmms and yeahs when the time seemed appropriate.

Gerard was abruptly brought back to reality from his daydream about ninja cats saving the world from an ancient robot civilization that had been awoken on mars due to NASA probes by his.phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby" it was Frank. "How you doing?" Gerard smiled, a warmth flooding his body.
"I'm good. Agnes is here,"
"Actually dear I must get going, see you two on Sunday then," Agnes interrupted, making her way out.
"Ok bye - yeah she's just gone actually,"
"Okay. I'm just leaving. Do you wanna put a pizza in to share?"
"Mmmmm. Will do. See you soon,"
Gerard grinned and danced over to the fridge, imagining cure songs in his head. He retrieved a margherita from the heaps of shit stacked high on the shelves and scanned the back for instructions. 15 minutes on gas mark 6. Now all that he needed was Frank. God he was like a teenage girl with a crush. But he wasn't a girl. Well... fuck gender was a no-go area he didn't want to think about it.
He just... needed Frank. Frank feels like a part of him and he can only feel whole when he's in with him. They're like soulmates.
They are soulmates.

Notes

Oh god this is so cheesey just deal