teenagers ; frerard

T W E N T Y O N E

f r a n k

"merry christmas, frank!" patrick giggled, sliding off his fedora as he brought in a plate of cookies and a glass of chocolate milk. it was way too early, but that didn't stop the blond from waking almost everyone up in the entire ward for a very merry morning.

"thanks, pat. you too" i grumbled groggily, rubbing my eyes as i swung my legs over the hospital bed, flinching at the cold feeling of the tiles beneath my bare feet.

ryan was awake too, barely. he hasn't slept well in so long. "morning, frankie. merry christmas"

i hummed, flashing a small smile at the pale skinned boy as i headed into the bathroom. i had noticed the fresh stubble appearing on my chin and sighed. i usually get one of the nurses to shave for me seeing as razors were a method of self harming, but i haven't had the time to ask, meaning i had to put up with a coat of thin brown hairs that were scattered amongst my face.

"want me to shave for you?" ryan asked shyly, holding a razor in his hand as he leaned against the doorframe. when ryan was admitted into this facility, there wasn't any records of him cutting, which meant anything sharp could he handed to him without anyone worrying about him doing things he shouldn't.

"yeah. thanks, ry" i replied, seating myself in front of the smaller boy as he smeared shaving cream on the places where hair had completely taken over.

ryan giggled, swiping the razor downwards on my chin, "you kind of look like santa. maybe you should be this year's santa instead of mr friar"

"no one even likes him that much. and he's annoying anyway" i snorted, eyeing the man outside our room dressed in a cheap santa costume and tacky white beard.

"i don't mind him. he thinks i'm weird though. he constantly tells me to stop acting like a little kid. i can't help it, frankie" ryan frowned, dabbing more shaving cream onto my face.

i pursed my lips slightly, "you shouldn't care what he thinks. he's a big meanie, and you know it" that caused ryan to grin. he had a nice smile, although it never seemed to be real at times.

"you know bren's coming today? he said he bought me a christmas present, and i'm so excited to finally see him!" the younger boy gushed, closing the bottle of shaving cream as he handed me a small towel to wipe off the excess cream off my face.

i smiled, forcibly. it made me think of gerard back home. i missed him, terribly.

i just hope he misses me too.