I'll be Home for Christmas (A Frerard Story)

Chapter Three

  "God, how long does it take to brush your teeth?" Frank said from behind the bathroom door.

"It's only been five minutes!" I tried to say.

"What?!"

I spit out all the water and toothpaste foam from my mouth and cleaned off my brush.

"I said it's only been five minutes!"

"Oh, sorry. Couldn't hear you over the toothpaste."

I opened the door and walked out to the living room with Frank, who happily sat down on the couch and motioned for me to sit down next to him. I did but kept a good three feet distance between us.

"Wow, you look incredibly thrilled to see your mom right now." He said sarcastically.

"Well it's not like I'm purposefully avoiding her or anything, I'm just kind of wiped out right now from the past few weeks of Christmas stuff, ya know?"

Frank softened his voice. "Yeah."

Just after he said that, my vision started getting cloudy and I felt a little disoriented.

"I'm gonna go to my room for a little and lie down."

"But you can lie down here..."

I gave him the look.

"What? I'm not gonna try anything, I promise."

"Really?"

Frank looked intensely at me and put his right hand over his heart.

"Gerard Arthur Way, I solemly swear that I will not, in any way, (no pun intended) shape, or form try to seduce you into having sex with me. No matter how tempted I am to lie on top of you and your sweet, sweet body"

I looked at him for a minute and he started to smile and then laugh.

"I'm still going to my room."

When I walked down the stairs, I tripped on the first few steps and fell on my ass. Instead of stopping right there, I continued to slide down them and the nerves around my tail bone and spine were tingling.

"FRANK!!!" I frantically yelled at the top of my lungs.

I heard rapid footsteps and then fell head first and lay awkwardly sprawled out on the floor. I saw the vague outline of a figure running down the stairs before my vision faded to darkness.