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Six

Mom was on her knees by the couch holding a few wrapped presents in her lap and Dad was sitting on the couch with his reading glasses on, looking all serious and stuff.

"Merry Christmas, Frankie!" Mom exclaimed. I couldn't help but smile as I sat across from her on the ground too. "Merry Christmas." "So, you wanna tell us before we even ask?" Dad arched an eyebrow and tapped his knee pointedly. I shrugged and my mind went off line for a moment. What was I supposed to say? My Mom looked like she could care less - she was already shoving a box wrapped in snowmen towards me - and I thought that maybe being blunt would just get this over quicker.

"I'm dating Gerard." I shrugged again and reached for the box. "So..erm - you're...gay?" My Dad scratched his head and I grinned. "Yup." I began tearing away at the wrapping paper and gasped when I revealed a stack of 5 Cd's. "Woah. You guys actually paid attention to my babbling?" I was impressed. "Of course we did! Your father remembered all of the names but I remembered some of them." Mom blushed. "Thanks. This is awesome." I read over some names and got particularly excited to listen to AC/DC's new album since I had been waiting to illegally download it as fast as I could once I finally found some place that allowed me to do it.

(((A/N *cough* mp3.li is god just saying)))

"Well, I'm happy if you're happy. I assume you're dating over the internet since he's, you know." Dad waved a hand around and I nodded. Holy shit. No problems. No problems for me. This was the best Christmas ever. My Dad was totally cool with this and my Mom had basically just gave me the go ahead when she let me walk around with him. Hell yeah!

"Yeah."

"Just saying, Frankie, there are a lot of problems when it comes to that. I'm not gonna lecture you on it because you're old enough to know about them. Just be safe." Mom told me in her motherly I'll-let-you-do-this-but-I-warned-you tone. "Next!' She threw a small green and red box and I caught it with ease. I opened that one and it was a watch. I internally groaned. I had no problem with this besides the fact that I'd now be expected to wear it all the time. I didn't like things like watches and bracelets and necklaces. I know that if I take it off once to do something it'll never get back on. But the watch looked cool and very expensive. It was black, gold, and white, and it did look nice. I was already dreading the day I'd scratch it against the wall or leave it somewhere. Shit.

They also got me a few journals to write in and those made me happy the most. Even though it was a woman's thing, they still offered support.

My Mom had gotten my Dad a few pairs of pajama pants, (because he always said something about buying them but never did - and he needed new ones. The hole that showed his pale ass was not something I wanted to see) some new ties, and something else. I honestly wasn't paying that much attention because Gerard was texting me and my phone kept buzzing every 5 seconds and I was dying to see what he said.

I know that my Dad bought my mom a slightly better looking ring and some other stuff. I wasn't really into the whole Christmas thing when it came to gift giving. Honestly, I liked the lights and decorations more than giving and taking things. I liked seeing people happy (which might be the result of receiving a present) and seeing their faces just split out into full blown elatedness - and this refers mostly to children.

My mom wasn't into making big dinners and it was probably because we were a small family and didn't have anyone over to visit us or went out to visit anyone else. So, she made chicken alfredo - which I had no problem with - and we all hung out in the living room for a few hours watching christmas specials before retreating to our rooms. Now that I was in my room and knew I wouldn't get called on for the rest of the night, I took out my phone to read my texts.