A Chemical Christmas (Frerard)

The spare room was neat and tidy, just like last time I was here, when Paul and I had a fight. Except, this time a picture of Mikey, Gerard and I sat in a cheap wooden frame on the bedside table. I had been lying in bed for a while now, I was grateful that they let me stay. Of course I felt rude for my intrusion and my emotional state, but there my friends and I knew they would, but I was now lonely in this big bed, and I wanted company. The kind in which it is offered so you don’t look like a desperate fuck.

The door creaked open and I turned my head in response. It was Gerard, with two cups of coffee and a bag of Skittles. It was like he knew I needed someone. I let my head fall against my pillow and rolled over to face the picture, so my back was now turned to Gerard, fighting the temptation of Skittles and coffee. He knew exactly how to make me feel better. Gerard placed his hand on my waist and I shivered at the touch of his cold skin against mine. “Frankie, please talk to me.” He begged. I blinked in shock. He called me Frankie. He never calls me that and why is his hand on my waist? Could he like me? Nah, no one could ever love me, remember? I shook my head, trying to forget the thought.
“Frank talk to me, please. I’m worried about you. You’ve been in here for hours.” Gerard stated. I finally gave in and sat up, wrapping my arms around my legs and leaning my head on my knees. I pulled my head up and took my coffee from the bedside table. “What did I do to deserve this, Gerard?” I could feel the tears building up in my eyes and for the third time today I was crying. I put my coffee back and looked at Gerard, staring deep into his green eyes.
“What did I do?” I whimpered.
“Shhh, I don’t know. Don’t worry. I’m here now and everything will be okay,” Gerard whispered, kissing my shiny black hair. Once again, thoughts were beginning to group in the back of my mind. He just kissed me. Maybe he does like me. He’s just been waiting for the right time to have his chance. No, he can’t. This is all too impossible. Well sure, Mikey and Gerard said they both love me, but not like that. Like Paul said, no one could ever love me. I smiled at the thought of being kissed by Gerard, but I was still upset. I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my favourite hoody and smiled at Gerard. I grabbed the bag of Skittles and opened them, grabbing out a handful, and passed the bag to Gerard, eating them slowly. “Thank you, really.” A smile crept across my face, but it wasn’t easy and we both knew that. “Its fine, I care about you,” Gerard confessed, before quickly looking away.
“Im tired, I might go to sleep now, if that’s okay.” I yawned.
“Yeah, of course that’s okay. If you need me I’m in the room next door and
Mikey is down the hall. Help yourself to anything, anything at all. Goodnight Frankie.” Gerard kissed my forehead and closed the door behind him.

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