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

Chapter Six

     Frank had been acting weird tonight. I mean, he was acting weird all day, but there was something a little off about how he talked and looked at me. How he took me into his room and then backed out, expecting me to still be there when he returned. It was weird. I mean, you generally don't tell your slightly older adult friend to sleep in your bed when you invited him to a party. Unless something's going on behind the scenes, unless there's something he doesn't want to tell me...

I couldn't take being in his room anymore, so I decided to mingle with the other partygoers as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. A moderate amount of people were there, most of them were college kids, as he'd claimed they'd be. Most of them were too distracted to look at me and as for the ones who tried to, I'd run away before they had the chance. I didn't want any more of the "Oh, you're that singer from that band! I love you guys!" shit. It was Christmas, I needed a break.

After twenty minutes of awkwardly pacing around Frank's house, I found my way to the kitchen. There was a bowl of eggnog that contained more rum than the actual holiday drink and I needed to get drunk, so I poured myself a decent sized cup and sat down. Before I could take a sip, the girl from earlier found me.

"Oh, there you are!"

I wasn't aware that she was looking for me and didn't know her, so I just waved and took a sip of my drink.

"Ya know, I was kind of worried you'd ran off with Frank."

"Yeah, me too."

"But you're obviously here instead of in the bedroom now, so..."

This girl was making me uncomfortable. She was wearing a skinny red v-neck dress that was a little too revealing and her hair was curled. She was leaning on the side of the couch I was on and smiling at me.

"So," She said, taking a seat next to me. "What was your name again? Jerry?"

"Gerard." I said lowly, trying to consume as much eggnog as I could.

"Oh, that's nice."

"You know, I didn't quite catch your name earlier."

"Well nevermind that!"

The girl scooted dangerously closer to me and crossed one of her legs over the other.

"So tell me aboutcha self!"

What kind of girl shows up to someone's Christmas party, flirts with a guy like me when she's surrounded by a variety of manlier and skinnier men, and doesn't give her name to anyone?

"Um, I like to draw, I guess."

"Oh."

She didn't seem at all interested in what I had to say. I took in my surrondings for a second. There was a group of guys with beers in the corner, two girls chatting with each other, appearing to be friends, people getting food, more groups of people, more people getting food, and then something strange. Frank was sitting on another couch, opposite from me, with a flock of girls swarming around him. What the fuck?

Maybe I was just seeing things...

"Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." The girl said.

I wasn't really going anywhere.

Instead of going over to Frank, as I expected of her, the girl instead went into the kitchen. She got a paper plate and filled it with cookies, fudge, chocolates, and other desserts people had brought. I don't know why she got those things but hey, it was Christmas.