Short stories

In honour of Canadian thanksgiving

Frank flicked the burner on, placing an oil filled pan on top. Hot steam twirled with the cold November air in front of his face as he mashed the clumpy half mashed potatoes. He had so much to do, if only Gerard could get there a bit earlier. Frank moved on to whisk the batter, they wanted to have a… different thanksgiving. With deep fried turkey fingers. The doorbell rang and in stepped Gerard Way. His red tie more vibrant than the wilting red rose on the keychain table; His pale complexion making him almost angelic, if it weren't for his devilishly handsome appearance. As a result, Frank was staring at Gerard so intently that he began to splash the batter. Gerard dropped his coat on a hook before jogging over to Frank and wiping off the spots of batter from his shirt.
“Oh, thanks Gee” Frank murmured, realizing that he had made a small mess.
“No problem, what are lovers for?” Gerard said, “do you want me to help?” Frank accepted, telling Gerard to slice turkey fingers. And so he went to cut the turkey. (Duh)
Gerard sliced them into 4 inch (approx 10cm) long strips, Frank battered them, then placed them in his hot oil. Gerard moved onto the salad, chopping the lettuce, slicing olives & tomatoes, & crumbling cheese. “I still need to toss, dress, & garnish the salad. I'm going to go pee & change & then I'll be back.” Gerard slipped towards the doorway, but before he was through, he asked, “can you handle everything while I'm gone?”
“yup” & he disappeared. Truth be told, Frank was nearly going to ask Gerard to help with the frying, but then he left!

Frank flipped the fingers, battered more, put then in the pan, took the old ones out, realized he had nowhere to put them, made up a plate to stack them on one handed, put the ones from his tongs on the plate & moved on to the next batch. He was getting more & more rushed, Frank had to pat the grease off of them while flipping others in the pan & battering more fingers & now change the oil. Frank was beginning to sweat in the hot kitchen moving around like that. He quickly ran to the window & opened it to let in cool air, then rushed to the potatoes, mashing them more & keeping them moving so none would burn. Even so he smelled smoke & turned to the turkey pan. It was smoking! Frank grabbed the current fingers & practically threw them to the plate, he turned around & watched as tongues of flame licked at the air above the pan, replacing it with its ashen breath.

Gerard sauntered out of the bedroom, as soon as he passed through the door, he caught the scent of smoke. Gerard ran to the kitchen, sliding on the floor because he was wearing socks, the situation fell upon him like a foot thick quilt of snow. He saw Frank was backed up against the sink, knowing better than to put water on the fire, but not what might work instead; The pan used for the turkey was on fire, two battered fingers left waiting, never to be fried. Gerard shot in front of Frank, to the cupboard. He grabbed the baking soda from behind the red stained (stain as in paint, not like a ketchup drip) wooden door & slid to the stove, his shirt rippling from the movement. He smothered the fire with the baking soda, like snow over a pool of magma. “Thanks, Gee” Frank sputtered, shocked by the fast happening.

“Well, what are lovers for?” Gerard went to kiss Frank, careful not to touch their clothing together as one was covered in cooking mess & the other had just changed. They connected their lips, Frank facing upwards slightly & Gerard bending over. The sweet taste of prematurely eaten thanksgiving food mixed with the spicy flavour of passion.

---small time skip---
*Dinngg* the doorbell sounded through the room, alerting the pair to the presence of an other. Gerard sent Frank to change as he went to open the door. As soon as he turned the doorknob, the door swung open & in fell Pete Wentz. “The frick, man! were you leaning on the door?” Gerard asked as he struggled under the weight of the idiot that had fallen on him. An annoyed Mikey confirmed that yes, Pete was leaning on the door.

They set the table & put a pie to warm in the oven as Frank returned from the bedroom to see that Pete ate one of the turkey pieces against the protest of the rest of the party. “This is really good! I'm so glad you didn't do the boring roasted turkey!” Pete exclaimed.
“Oh, thanks, we made them together- well, Frank did. I only helped.” Gerard said modestly before answering the knocks of Patrick & Ray. Frank smiled as he saw two figures & a forehead exit a car, “After all, what are lovers for?”

Notes

I'm a day late, what can I say?
I re edited this, yay. Wow is it crappy.
petekey, frerard, raytrick?
fob, mcr, p!