A Chemical Christmas (Frerard)

I threw the thoughts from my mind and headed to the kitchen to make dinner for Mikey and I. “Mikes, you hungry?”
"Hell, yeah.”
"I’ll make dinner if you want. Does pasta sound okay?”
"Yes, thanks man,” Mikey smiled. I stood in the kitchen and cooked pasta watching Mikey flick through the channels.
"Is there anything on?” I asked. Mikey shook his head.
"When this is done we should watch a movie then,” I suggested.
"Couldn’t agree more,” Mikey replied. The pasta didn’t take long and I soon joined Mikey on the couch. We agreed on JAWS and Mikey put in in the DVD
player. I took a bowl of pasta to Gerard’s room. The first few minutes of the movie were boring anyway. He didn’t talk, so I sat it on his table. He tried to smile but I knew he just couldn’t. He was upset at his little secret that was slowly beginning to unwrap. I knew he wasn’t going to listen to a word that came out of my mouth, but it was worth a try.
"Gerard, about that sketch of me, it’s okay. It’s just like that kiss, its nothing. Why wouldn’t you want to draw a picture of your best friend? Its fine,” I smiled. I knew it was more than that, but I just wanted to comfort him. Tomorrow was Christmas and I wanted us to be okay. Gerard nodded at my attempt. I gave up and left to join Mikey and watch the movie. Mikey looked at me as I sat on the couch. The smart guy was looking at the remains of the first victim, so I hadn’t missed too much.
"How’s Gerard?” Mikey asked. I could hear the concern in Mikey’s voice but I wasn’t going to lie.
“I found him drawing a picture of me, and now he won’t talk to me. It’s like he’s embarrassed or something. I told him it’s okay, but he still won’t talk to me. When we kissed, we sorted things out and we were fine and now I find a drawing of me and it’s like the end of the world,” I explained, sounding very exhausted by the end of it all.
"You guys aren’t talking again, really? Wait, you two kissed? Holy shit, when? You two aren’t...? Are you?” asked a shocked Mikey.
"No, we’re not serious, it wasn’t meant to happen. We’re just friends, besides I don’t like him, remember?” I said, shuffling my feet.
"Oh, okay. I just thought you did. My mistake, sorry about that,” Mikey whispered.
"It’s okay.”
"Poor Gerard,” Mikey whispered.
"What?” I asked.
"Nothing,” he answered.
"Everything’s fine.”
"Ok.”
We fell silent and continued to watch the movie. Halfway through the movie I started to get bored. It was Mikey’s favourite so I knew he wasn’t bored. I picked up our bowls and took them to the sink. I washed up, while Mikey’s eyes remained glued to the screen. How can anybody watch this so much? After all the dishes were clean, I decided to call it a night. It was late and I was tired.
"Night Mikey, I’m tired. I’m going to hit it, I’ll see you tomorrow.
"Night.”

I walked down the hall towards the bathroom. I felt like a shower.
“Frankie,” Mikey called. I turned around and walked back to Mikey.
"Yeah?”
"Will you guys be okay tomorrow?”
“I hope so Mikes.”
"Me too.”
"Night.”
"Goodnight,” Mikey smiled.

~xoxoxoxo~

I grabbed a towel from the cupboard and threw my clothes into the washing basket. The water was somewhat refreshing. I stuck my head under the shower head and let the water soak my hair. I turned off the shower and shook my hair. Water droplets splattered over the shower walls. I wasn’t really in a shower mood; honestly I just liked the hot water. I stepped out and wrapped my towel around me. Once I was in my room, I pulled on a pair of pair of boxers and decided not to wear a shirt, despite the weather lately, leaving my chest bare, showing my white skin and my tattoos. My favourite tattoo besides my scorpion was a tattoo of two birds with the words ‘Search and Destroy’. One bird had a ring around its eye, like the black band Gerard wore over his eyes during ‘Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge’ and the other bird had a cross over its eye, to represent me. Gerard would never know I loved him and there was nothing more to it. I flicked off the light and slid into bed, pulling the covers tightly over me and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was Christmas; things couldn’t possibly go bad…could they?

~xoxoxoxo~

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