I Was Never Okay, I Promise.

On The Road To Recovery ( I was Never Okay I promise part II )

Part two of I Was Never Okay, I Promise. Hope you enjoy xoxo -J

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* Gerards Point of View *

It's December 24 -- a Sunday. In a day, you can do a lot of things. You can learn a song on guitar. You can watch a whole television series and wonder where the time went. You can imagine a world where everything is perfect, and how it takes one little thing to knock it down. You can paint a bowl of fruit. You can learn a lot of things you didn't know, and wonder how you could spend five months locked up in your own house. In a day, I learned I was in love my bestfreind. In a day, i learned that he cared more about me then I could realize.
" I don't know.. i don't know what we're going to tell them. " I sighed and gripped Franks shirt. We were on the couch, and I was laying on top of him. He sighed also. I got up and sat on the other end of the couch, and laid back. Frank got up and went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.
Shower? I thought to myself, looking over at the bathroom door. That sounds like a good idea. I probably smell horrible, and not to mention i probably have a rat sleeping in my hair. Its a really good idea, actually. I chuckled at myself as Frank came back into the living room. " Get some new clothes, Gerard. I'm going to brush out that mess of hair you got there, and don't forget to use soap. " He smirked and kissed my forehead. " You don't smell too good. " he said, confirming my suspicions. " We have to get Christmas gifts for Mikey and Ray, so don't take to long. " he told me as I got off of the couch and got some clothes from my room and headed into the bathroom, which was filling with steam from the hot shower. I shut the door behind me, and set my clothes on the counter and looked at myself in the foggy mirror.
If you wanted to put in terms of what I looked like, shit would probably be the nicest. My black hair was in a lot of knots and dull where it once had been shiny and soft. My eyes seemed dead, they had to spark in them. My face seemed pale and dirty, and there were bags under my eyes. I sighed as I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the tile floor, and proceeded to take off the rest of my clothes. I stepped in to the hot shower feeling the water pour down my back. I let my muscles relax and leaned against the wall.
I took a deep breath, letting the warm air fill my lungs. I closed my eyes and stood there for a few moments. I let my mind go blank and just listened to the water running. I picked up the soap bar and started to rub it along my arms and then my stomach, watching the bubbles wash down into the drain. I put the soap bar down a picked up the shampoo and dumped most of the container on my head, and then rubbed it in my hair. It smelled like oranges. I rinsed it out, and then did the same with the conditioner. After I was completely sure I rinsed it out of my hair I stepped out and dried off. i pulled on my boxers and then my pants, and then a regular gray t shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling much better about myself.
My hair was still very tangled, but better then it was before. My eyes didn't seem as dull and my face looked clean. I smiled the tiniest bit and picked up the green hairbrush and walked into the living room to see frank watching tv on the couch. He smiled at me, noticing the change in my appearance. " Sit down in front of me. " he told me, siting up straight and holding his hand out for the brush. I gave it to him and sat down crossed legged. He patted my head and started to brush my hair, or rip it out of my head, anyway. " Oh my god, Gee. when was the last time you brushed this mess?!" he exclaimed, working on the back of my head. "I don't remember, mayb- AHHH! Frank that hurt! " I complained, clenching my teeth tightly. " Im going to be bald by the time you finish. " I muttered, crossing my arms.
"Actually, no. I'm just about done. " Frank assured me, setting the brush aside and ran a hand through my hair. " Yeah, i'm pretty sure i got most of the knots out. " he nodded and patted my head. I got up and curled up next to him on the couch, hugging his one arm.
" Dont get too comfortable now, we'll be leaving soon. " Frank told me, looking over at me. I nodded and closed my eyes, taking in the moment.

*** Later That Day ***

I had a lot of fun with Frank today. I mean like, I was happy with him, going to find presents. Yeah, the weather was a bitch and my feet hurt a lot, but yeah, I really had fun, and was truly happy. Frank and I decided to go get some hot chocolate at a small local restaurant before we headed back home.
We walked inside, and sat down at a small booth by a window. Frank sat across from me, a smile on his face.I rubbed the snow off of my head and smiled back. "Feeling okay?" he asked, looking at me in the eyes. I nodded. " Yeah, im good. Just a little tired. " I explained, rubbing my eyes a little. Frank nodded as a waitress came over. " Hello guys. My name is Mary and I'll be serving you guys today. Is there any drinks I can get you?" she asked politely.
" We're here for the amazing hot chocolate. " Frank told her, looking up at her. She smiled at him, nodding and writing it down on a little notepad. " Alright, two hot chocolates. I'll go get them right now. " She glanced at me and walked away.
I sat back in my seat and looked at Frank. " I hope they like their presents. " I told him quietly. Frank nodded, agreeing. " They will, you picked them out, after all. "
I laughed a little. " Sure, if you want to believe that. "Frank smiled and nodded. " It's true, Gee. You kn- " his eyes grew a bit wide, looking behind me.
" What is it-" I started, turning around in my seat to see what he was looking at. Frank gripped my hands and pulled me forward, so I was looking at him. " It was uh, nothing .Everything's okay. "
"Really, it doesn't seem li-" frank cut me off, and pulled me out of the restaurant.
" What the hell Frank?!" I crossed my arms as we walked out the door. I sighed angerly, turning to the restaurant window to try and find what he was looking at in the first place. I wish I hadn't.