A Chemical Christmas (Frerard)

I looked out the window, if that was even possible. Everything was white and the street below was blanketed with snow. I dragged myself out of bed and to my surprise it was quite warm. I expected that Mikey would have turned on the heater. He’s a little bitch in the winter. I pushed my door open and headed to the kitchen. “Good morning,” Mikey said smiling. I looked at him and shook my head.
"Morning, well yes it is; a good one…no.” I corrected him.
“Oh…um…well…uh morning then.” He mumbled, awkwardly.
"Are you feeling any better?” Gerard asked.
"A little,” I answered. “I will be outta here by this afternoon.”
"Where are you going?” Mikey interrupted.
"I don’t know, somewhere, anywhere I guess.”
"For fuck sake, you’re staying here Frank!” Gerard protested.
"No,”
"You have nowhere to go, we’re you’re friends Frank and we care about you. Stop thinking that you’re imposing because you’re not. That’s just bullshit. We’re supposed to be here to pick you up when you fall. That’s what friends do. I want you to stay here. Mikey wants you to stay here. Look at yourself Frank, you’re a mess and I want to look after you. I want to help you. We both want to help you. You don’t need to go anywhere. You can stay here as long as you want. Even if it’s for a few months, you can still stay,” Gerard explained. “Really?” I asked unsure.
"Yes, of course,”
"I’ll stay, if you’re really ok with it, but anytime you want me to leave, just say the word.” “Thankyou Frank,” smiled Gerard.
"I know, let’s go shopping.” Mikey suggested. I nodded at the idea, forgot about the coffee and headed for the shower.

I stepped in and turned on the tap. The water was hot against my cold, pale skin, and I let the water soak my hair and run off my fringe. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a blob into my hand, and lathered it into my hair. I stuck my head under the shower head one last time to wash out the shampoo. I turned off the shower and stepped out, slipping over and landing flat on my back. “Fuck!” I screamed.
“Frankie, are you okay?” Gerard yelled rushing through the door to help me. I opened my eyes to find him standing there, staring at me as I laid there naked, cold and hurt on the bathroom floor. There was a moment of silence and I noticed he continued to stare, but I looked away and blushed in embarrassment. I stretched for my towel that was just out of reach, but my back ached and my head was throbbing in pain. Gerard grabbed my towel and threw it over the lower half of my body.
“Frankie, are you okay? What happened?” he asked.
“What do you think? Do I look okay?” I snapped. Gerard was shocked at my reaction and I looked up at him apologetically
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I slipped stepping out of the shower.”
“Here, I’ll help,” Gerard offered crouching down next to me. He slipped his arm behind my neck and helped me sit up. Then, placed his arm around my waist and picked me up off the ground as I secured my towel.
“Thanks Gerard,” I smiled.
“That’s okay and you just get dressed, I’ll be in the lounge.”

I walked into the lounge wearing my skinny jeans, my black Converse and a Misfits jumper. Gerard and Mikey were on the couch talking about Christmas. Gerard turned and smiled at me. “You’re looking hot Frankie.” I turned away and blushed at Gerard’s compliment but I noticed Mikey smiling at Gerard.
“Umm…thanks Gerard,” I finally mumbled.
“Anyway, are you ready to go?” Gerard asked. I nodded, still feeling a little unsure of what to say. “Awesome,” he replied. Mikey jumped up off the couch and headed for the door. I didn’t know he was coming too, I kind of hoped it would just be me and Gerard. I followed Gerard out the door and I must admit he did look pretty gorgeous himself. He was wearing his skinnies, a black sleeveless shirt and some old boots. He definitely needed new ones.

The city was busy and crowded with people buying presents. Our first stop…Starbucks. We walked in the doors and they were busy too so we all got our coffees to go. “Frank, we’ve decided, you’re staying for Christmas, if you don’t have plans already,” Mikey said.
"I’d love to really, but Christmas is a time you’re supposed to be with your family.”
"You are a part of our family Frank, please stay,” Gerard smiled, sounding hopeful. I nodded in agreement. Of course I wanted to stay for Christmas. We walked around drinking our coffees slowly, and walked into Wal-Mart. I wanted to buy Gerard something but I couldn’t think of what. We decided to split up, buy our presents and all meet up later. I began going down every isle, slowly scanning for something that they might like. I found an espresso machine for Gerard and a David Bowie CD for Mikey. I stood in the gift
wrapping line keeping an eye out for Gerard and Mikey. They wrapped Gerard’s gift in purple paper and Mikey’s in silver. I grabbed my presents and walked outside.

They were already waiting, with their presents in hand. Gerard was holding big box in one hand. “I’m sorry, I made you wait,” I apologised quickly.
"It’s fine. We didn’t mind,” Mikey replied.
"Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m just cold,” I breathed.
"You’re very cute when you’re cold,” Gerard added, his face going deep red as we began to walk.
"Stop it!” Mikey hissed under his breath. I was really beginning to think he liked me.
"Its fine, Mikey,” I admitted truthfully.
"Really?” they asked in perfect sync. I nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, it’s fine.”
"Oh ok, t-t-that’s good t-then,” Gerard mumbled. Now he was nervous and I could tell something was wrong.

~xoxoxoxo~

As we pushed through the door it began to snow outside. I walked straight to my room, shut the door and placed the presents in the closet. I pulled off my shoes and socks and snuggled into bed. I know it was only around midday, but I was tired. I barely got any sleep. But now I could hear arguing coming from the lounge.
"You have to stop doing this Gerard. Stop flirting with him!” Mikey demanded.
"I’m not flirting! He’s upset I’m trying to make him feel better.” Gerard answered
"It’s obvious you like him, Gerard.”
"I don’t li–“
"Come on say you don’t like him.” Mikey ordered. “Tell me you don’t like Frank! Well?” As soon as my name was mentioned I snuck up to my door and pressed my ear against it.
"I can’t.” Gerard sobbed.
"Because you like him, don’t you?”
"Yes! Okay! I like him!” Gerard screamed, unaware I could hear every word loud and clear. “He has just been dumped and now you’re all over him, you can’t expect him to just fall at your feet and be head over heels in love with you like you are with him. Even if he knew you liked him, he wouldn’t go out with you anyway, Gerard!” Mikey yelled. Gerard ran down the hall crying and slammed his door. Gerard likes me and now I know he really does

~xoxoxoxo~

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