A Chemical Christmas (Frerard)

The streets were packed with people doing their holiday shopping and I pushed my way through the crowd as cold, wet snowflakes landed on my dyed, raven black hair. It was a less than a week until Christmas and here I was walking down the streets of New Jersey in the middle of winter, with no place to go. I made it to the park and sat under a tree…not that that was any help. I shivered as a droplet fell from a leaf and on to my nose, when an idea came to me. “Mikey and Gerard, of course,” I said aloud to myself. I knew they would help sad, miserable and homeless me.

~xoxoxoxo~

I dragged my bags up the stairs and knocked on the door effortlessly. I was tired and cold, I could hardly talk. The door opened and there stood Gerard.
“Who is it?” Mikey, Gerard’s younger brother called out.
“It’s Frank,” Gerard replied.
“Frank, why are you here? What happened?” he asked.
“He kicked me out. Paul kicked me out,” I whispered, tears were filling up my eyes. “He said I’m worthless and no one could ever love me.” Gerard grabbed my hand and pulled me inside for a hug and patted down my cold, soaked hair.
“We love you, Mikey and I, we both love you.” Gerard assured. Gerard helped me with my bags and sat me down on the couch, kicking the door shut behind me. I managed to stop crying when I sat down. Mikey walked over with three hot, fresh coffees and I smiled as a way to say thank you. I really wasn’t up for talking. Mikey nodded and sat next to me. I took a sip from my coffee when Mikey spoke up.
“What’s wrong Frank?” he asked, rubbing my shoulder, in attempt to comfort me. Just when I thought I had stopped, tears flowed down my cheeks, but I didn’t answer, I continued to take little sips from my coffee.
“Paul kicked him out, told him he was worthless and that no one could ever love him. It’s less than a week until Christmas Mikey, a fucking week,” Gerard answered, wrapping a warm arm around my waist.
“We love you, Frank,” Mikey smiled.
“T-t-that’s w-what Gee s-said,” I blubbered. “Well we do,” Gerard agreed. “You know you can stay here as long as you like.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“We wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied, pulling me into him, so I was now leaning my head against his warm chest.

~xoxoxoxo~

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