The Opposite Of Love; ferard

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let's see how much i can write before my parents get home. sorry about the length of the last chapter :'( i've listened to between the roses constantly for the past 3 days and so should you it's amazing

oh, and i was reading this larry fic last night and there was a guy named ryan and i was freaking out because why would ryan, no mater how au something was, make fun of someone by calling them emo. that was really boring but i wanted to share it with you

the house was freezing by the time i woke up on christmas day. i was snuggled up beside gerard, bundled up under a huge pile of blankets. gee was still asleep, shivering every so often. i poked his side, pressed a kiss to his cheek, until he finally yawned and woke up.

he blinked a few times, whispered, "merry christmas, franky," before pulling me closer to his stomach and trying to fall back sleep.

"gee," i moaned. "i'm cold. and hungry," i added as a second thought. i tried to think of anything that would wake him up. eventually, i settled on the only thing i could think of. i clambered over gerard so i was closer to the wall. slowly, i pulled each individual quilt off of my match, until there weren't any left on him. he whined and rolled over. before he had a chance to react, i kicked him off the bed. 

he landed on the cold carpet with a groan, flipping me off.

i crawled to the edge of the bed and grinned down at him. "are you up let?"

"well, because of some fucking inconsiderate people, i'm down." i rolled my eyes. 

"can we get food now?"

he sighed, "fine." i hopped off the bed and over him, dragging all the blankets behind me and over him until he stood and wrapped his arms around me, leading me to the kitchen. once we arrived there, he offered me more poptarts.

i ate them quickly while watching more snow fall outside. it most have snowed pretty hard last night with the amount that we had now. a few minutes later, mikey entered the kitchen yawning, eyes red. i offered him a poptart, but he ignored it and went straight for the freezer and pulled out another carton of ice cream.

the house of silent until he was about half way through the pint. "i already opened all of my stuff last night."

gerard sighed like this was a common occurrence. "i didn't except anything else, mikeyway. he glanced at the clock on the stovetop. "mom and dad should be home in three hours, so you should stop binging on ice cream and drugs."

mikey chocked on ice cream and dropped the container on the tile floor. "i thought you said they weren't getting back until tomorrow!"

"you should also do something about your eyes." gee smirked.

"fuck. fuckfuckfuck," 

mikey was still yelling fuck fifteen minutes later, rushing around the house and tripping.