That cheeky emo boy {Gerard way love story}

chapter 6

{Paytons pov}

Oh my goodness guess what?!

ITS CHRISTMAS TIME!!!

december is finally here and you know what that means?

PRESENTS. lots and lots and lots. Every year we get to decorate our house inside and out. The owner of the neighborhood let's the publuc come in every night to see the houses. Its so amazing.

My sister walked into the living room with a box full of red and green jumbo socks. "What's that for?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

"For the chimnney. Santas gonna give us extra candy this year. Mom said he will" she said whispering the last part.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Chanel, santas not real. He's a stupid phony. A myth! Seriously what kind of parents put these stupid made up things in their poor young children. Might as well just tell them that there's also such thing as being smart without studyieng"

Chanel growled at me and continued with her socks.

I'm never telling my children that there's such thing as santa, witches, and bunnys that deliver eggs. Almost sounds too hard to believe. How can people be so ignorant?

I walk into the kitchen to see what my moms up to. She seemed to be backing snow-man shaped cookies. "That looks good" I said as she put the tray on the counter. "Want one?"

"Sure!"

She handed me a cookie and I put it in my mouth.

"Aissshhh!! Hot! Hot! Hot!" I said spitting it out.

She laughed and went back to baking more cookies. I shot her a dirty look as I walked away. Jeesh, no one in my family is very pleasing.

{Gerards pov}

Mikey helped me take in our old plucked christmas tree that lost all its green. At least we had one. I put up the ornaments as mikey wrapped the lights around it. Mom put lights around the handes of the stairs whime dad struggled to blow up the huge inflatable santa that's color faded for keeping in the front yard all summer. It just looked like one fat blob with wobbly eyes.

"Oh donald take that ugly inflatable santa out of the yard and by a new one!" Mom snapped.

my dad faced palmed himself. He just left santa there.

I remember one time when mikey believed in santa (he still does -__-), I got up in the middle of the night, dressed like santa, hit the chimney with a stick to wake mikey up but instead my parents woke up and freaked out kus they thought I was a stranger so they started beating me with frying pans and anything hard and painful they could find.

Apperantly I yelled "I surrender!" Mom came and took the costume off and threw a fit as she noticed it was me.

I was grounded for the rest of the year and I couldn't open my presents till july. "Thanks a lot mikey" I grumbled.

"Huh? What?"

I turned on the T.V and watched mickeys christmas carol. Its boring yet so helpful of motivating you to enjoy your christmas and be true to one another. I've always like the message in this story. Too corny? Well I don't care.

The door bell rang and mikey went got up to go get.

"Hey mikey. Is gee here?"

"Yep he's sitting on the couch. Come in, come in!"

"Thank you"

As mikey walked into the living room, peyton walked in as well.

"Peyton!" I said getting up quickly. "Hey gerard are you busy at the moment?"