Kissed All the Boys | Frerard + COMPLETE ! |

➵ SEVENTY FOUR

sam

By nine o'clock, Donna was up and at it, sweating in the kitchen heat, set on making that Thanksgiving as close to perfect as possible. She'd gone grocery shopping earlier that week, the frozen turkey taking up more space than she'd liked in her freezer.

Although they didn't have the kind of money to buy gourmet quality high end food, she was trying her best to make a proper meal.

Knowing that there would be five and a half people to cook for, including herself, she made sure they had ample for everyone. Donna wanted to not only impress her siblings, who probably thought she was a complete failure at life in general already, but to prove it to herself that she was capable of pulling this off just as much as the next guy.

After preparing the turkey, she put it in the oven, where it would stay for about five hours, slowly baking. Then, she moved onto the dressing. And by dressing, she meant the box of Stove Top instant dressing that you simply added to boiling water.

It had been a while since she'd spent a day in the kitchen, and though it did wear her out, it also reminded her of when she was a little girl and her mother would cook like this for her and her brother and sister all the time. She smiled sadly and found herself missing her mom, not having seen her in five years since she passed.

While she was stirring butter into the (instant) mashed potatoes, Donna dropped her metal spoon while distracted by her own memories, making a loud clank that could be heard throughout the apartment. Having his door closed, Gerard wasn't affected by it, though Frank, essentially sleeping in the same room, as the kitchen and living room were connected openly, shot up from the couch, startled out of his dream.

"Whoops, sorry, hun," she apologized, quickly picking it up and rinsing it off.

"Nah, it's okay," Frank said groggily, mussing his hair and stretching. With one look at the clock hanging above the imitation fireplace, he added, "It's eleven, I should probably be awake anyway. Is Gee up?"

"I don't think so. Why don't you go see?" Though Frank didn't look her way to see the sly smirk on Donna's face, it was definitely there.

Frank, wearing the blanket around his shoulders and letting it dangle to the floor, dragged himself down the hall to Gerard's room, where the door was still shut and the crack underneath unlit.

He opened the door slightly, barely able to make out his boyfriend's figure snuggled up in his bed. His sock-covered feet tip toed into the room and he quietly shut the door. Imagining him in the state he'd been that night made his eyes begin to sting.

As Frank approached him, he saw Gerard's tiny nose upturned, his mouth agape, the tiniest bit of drool collected in the corner. He giggled, but caught himself midway. Gerard squirmed at the disruption, but returned to normal just as quick.

Standing directly beside his bed, Frank's legs touching the mattress, he leaned over and kissed him on the nose. Gerard's eyes fluttered open, lines of cracked dreams running down his cheek from unwanted tears. A grin lifted his cheeks as he saw Frank's face so close to his.

"Hi," Gee said, his voice quiet and coarse, like a sick kitten. They sat up and Gerard yawned, wiping his mouth and rubbing his eyes.

"Feel any better?" Frank asked, intertwining their fingers and resting his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

He didn't answer for a while, staring straight ahead at the blank wall, questioning whether he should be honest or say something to make Frank feel better. "No," he finally admitted, his voice cracking the slightest.

Frank squeezed his hand and said, "Me neither. But we'll get through this together."