I Was Never Okay, I Promise.

Christmas Day ( I Was Never Okay, I Promise part III. )

This chapter is a bit of a filler, so I hope you guys enjoy it. there will be much, much more action in the next chapter. I promise.

c;        - J

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*** Gerards Point Of View ***

I woke up, cold. Really cold. I pulled the blankets closer around me, taking a deep breath. Yes indeed, Frank had spent the night, but all we did was cuddle. I was too tired to do anything else. Speaking of which, where the hell was he?

I sat up and looked around the room, and saw that the window was wide open, letting snow start to pour in. I rubbed my eyes, starting to get a bit annoyed. There was a small blanket of snow on the floor, and a few snowflakes flying in from the outside. I slammed the window shut, and sighed angerly, I crossed my arms and walked into the kitchen, looking at Frank with a very pissy look. " What. The. Hell. " I growled, walking over to him.

He smirked at me, flipping a few pieces of bacon over in the pan. " Merry Christmas to you too, babe. " he kissed my forehead and set down the fork he was using to cook .

" Why did you leave the window open?! Its really cold outside, if you didn't notice. And thanks to you, we can now build our own frosty the snow man in my room. " I sighed, still feeling cold. Frankie laughed a little. " sit down, the foods almost done. " he smiled at me as I sat down at the table, taking a drink of my already made coffee. It gave me warmth. I sighed happily. Frank set down bacon and scrambled eggs, with toast on the side in front of me, and then went to go get his own food.

" Merry Christmas. " I said finally, taking a bite of the scrambled eggs. Sitting down in front of me, Frank nodded and smiled at me.

" so, a little birdie told me you might be getting a new coffee machine for Christmas.. " he poked his bacon with his fork and looked at me, as my eyes lit up and my mouth twitched into a smile. " ..so I was thinking we smash that piece of shit outside with a baseball bat before we head over to Mikeys house. " he pointed to the old coffee machine sitting on the counter, and smirked. I took a bite of my toast, and nodded. " Sounds like a good idea. " my smile was wide, as I continued to eat.

After we had finished, Frankie and I changed into some warm clothes before pulling on our scarves and going outside with a baseball bat and the old coffee machine.

I laughed and threw the machine on the cement, making it crack but not break. Frank handed me the baseball bat and stepped away, not wanting to be hit by my swings. I snickered and slammed the baseball bat into the thing.  It broke completely in half.

" DIE!! DIE DIE DIE!!!! DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT" I yelled, repeatedly smashing the coffeemaker. Frank started to laugh hard, clutching his stomach and doubling over.

" Oh my god, Gerard!! I'm pretty sure you killed it. " he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away from the mess of machine and took the baseball bat from my hands, still laughing.

I laughed and looked at the mess I had made. There basically was no more machine; it was more like a pile of broken plastic. Frank and I started to clean up by putting all the stuff into a garbage bag and just leaving it outside for now. we walked back onto my house .

" What time is Mikeys party? " I asked, sitting on the couch and hugging a pillow. Frankie sat down next to me. " Around two. " he took out his phone and checked the time. " its twelve thirty right now. We should probably wrap Mikey's and Ray's presents. " he told me, standing up and walking to the kitchen to get the presents that were still in the shopping bag from yesterday. I got up and went to go find the wrapping paper. I headed into the room with my computer and a bunch of important papers all stacked on the desk, not organized what so ever. I walked over to the closet in the room and opened it up, starting to dig through to find the wrapping paper. And just to my surprise, a giant ass spider came swinging down from the top of the closet and landed on my head. I screamed very loudly, and if you didn't what had just happened you would've thought I was being murdered.