I wont ask for you for Christmas (1/3)
Title:I wont ask for you for Christmas
Authors: cassandra_ml & Delilah
Rating: NC-17 (last chapter)
Disclaimer: I dont own or know the guys, and every line of this story is pure fiction
Warnings: swearing, sex
Beta: stillchaos Thank you a lot!
A.N.: This story has been written by me and a good friend last Christmas and its been posted to the mychemicalromance-forum back then.
Warm air hit Frank’s face when he entered the oh-so-familiar mall. How many times had he come here and spent hours in its little shops? But this time it was different.
That’s why his body stiffened and his breath caught in his throat and he seriously considered turning around and running home. But there was one thing Frank knew: if he wouldn’t do this now he never would.
And even if it was stupid, cheesy and childish, Frank wanted it with all of his heart. Knowing very well that he would regret not taking this chance.
Nervously, he slid his hand into his left coat pocket, clutching the little object resting there hidden from his friends and the rest of the world.
Not that they would care anyway. Or did they notice his almost-panic-attack? Oh, no they were just too busy drooling after the female make-up-assistants praising their goods.
Frank rolled his eyes. How can they fancy all those fake, slutty creatures? Who knows what they looked like under their make-up? Did no-one notice the only real beauty in the entire mall? Working in the first floors comic store?
Well somebody did, and this person was being dragged to the escalators by his friends at this particular moment, complaining about how hungry they were.
Frank sighed and closed his eyes, stroking the warping paper underneath his fingers. Thousands of questions were screaming in his mind. How should he sneak away and place the present? Would he like it? Was it too obvious?
Frank rolled his eyes at himself. Of course it was not too obvious. Seriously, what was he thinking? The only reference to him was the handwritten little note, just saying the name that burned itself right into Frank’s heart, from the moment he first read it.
Gerard.
Frank had scribbled page after page in his notebook to make his writing style perfect. Just to write a couple of simple words, yet so meaningful. He tried to think out something that wouldn’t seem to be in a stalker way, and after three nights of thinking… he got it.
It had taken him two weeks. Two damn weeks to plan this. To find a present and a way to place it, so its future-owner was going to find it.
But the thing is, he didn’t even know why he wanted to give this little box to that man. He didn’t expect any attention; he didn’t even want to be noticed. Well… he did, but he felt like a coward whenever Gerard was near.
His heart was beating every time the man was trying to pass between the shelf and Frank. He just wanted to be around him. He could listen to Gerard’s voice forever, sitting on that red couch every day, pretending he was reading some comic book.
He didn’t care that he was caught usually and had to spend money on random magazines that he used as cover. But why should he care? Money didn’t matter to him. If you ever compared money and this feeling you have inside, when this person looks into your eyes… the feeling like he’s piercing you… that makes you feel so important, special…then you have to be emotionless…
“Yo moron!” a familiar voice woke Frank up from his daydreams and made him look at Brian’s face questionably.
“Yeah?” his voice was shaky and Frank had to repeat the word after clearing his throat. He felt his cold hands … and his cheeks burning like he had a fever. Frank wanted to slap himself; it was so obvious that something was wrong with him. Why did he come here with his friends anyway?
“You’re coming? Or you wanna stay like that for the next century?” another blond person spoke, waving in front of the boy’s eyes.
“Yeah… I’ve to…do something…” Frank looked at the comic store like it was a challenge for him.
“Let’s meet in a while at McDonalds, shall we? “ Frank offered, praying that he could get rid of his friends for a while. He needed to be alone. He needed to pull his thoughts together, even though he didn’t plan to talk to Gerard again, the whole action would be stressful for him for sure.
Three extraordinary-looking boys waved at Frank, mumbling under their breath, and forgot about their shorter friend, once they saw a ‘nice ass’. Frank sighed loudly before motivating himself to be strong.
Come on, you can do it. It’s nothing… It’s easy… he won’t find out was repeating in his head as he went to the stairs, staring at his target, trying not to scan the area. Where was he?
And then his heart stopped and a soft gasp escaped his mouth as he recognized Gerard running around the store. He looked stunning as always, Frank thought.
Everything was too special for Frank. Every detail, the way Gerard talked, walked, scratch his neck sometimes when he thinks, the way he rolled his eyes and blinked when he wasn’t sure about the year of releasing of the first comic book.
The short boy dared to go into the store, checking carefully the area, like his life depended on it.
“Hey, but don’t be late!” one girl said visibly to Frank’s side, confusing him until he realized that someone is behind him.
“I’m always on time, missy.” A soft and confident voice filled Frank’s ears, making him close his eyes in fear for a second. Once he found enough courage, he looked behind and eyed Gerard, who smiled at short boy warmly.
Frank felt himself blushing and for sure he was red as tomato. How come that Gerard had such a big effect on Frank’s mind and body?
Frank smiled back as Gerard was putting his black jacket on shoulders, creating a soft wave of air that crushed against Frank’s nose, bringing the sweet smell of the man. Frank opened his mouth, wanting to say hi to the taller man, but Gerard was faster to say something.
“New Hellboy’s there, kiddo.” Gerard nodded at the side of the store, where Frank usually went when he had a chance. Kiddo? Frank asked himself, seeing Gerard run out of the store, leaving boy confused as hell. He wasn’t a kid. How could he say that, even if Gerard used the word just to tease the boy, it broke Frank’s heart in some way. If he used that word… he wasn’t anything more in Gerard’s eyes. Just a kiddo.
“May I help you…?” the same pretty girl spoke to Frank, who slowly turned his head back to face the young lady. He answered by shaking his head slowly, as Gerard’s words were echoing in his head. Frank started tapping on the small box, he prepared earlier. Leave it, coward… he thought, finding it hard to think straight.
***
“Dear customers, our mall will be closing in a half an hour, please finish your purchases and get hurry to get the cashpoints.” A female voice resounded drowning out the Christmas songs and announced the soon closure of the mall. Frank looked around as he and his friends walked down from the first to the ground floor. Many shops had already closed, the make-up-chicks collected their stuff and packed them into chases. Apart from all the people working here only a few others were still around. It was late and most of them had gone home to their families already.
Frank sighed as he thought of the empty flat waiting for him. He has spent several hours with his friends now. They even managed to save him from his bad mood after he exited the comic store but the thought of walking home depressed him again. Trying to lighten his mood he jumped down the last stairs, not noticing that something fell out of his pocket.
“Hey Frank, you…what is this?” Shocked Frank turned around and saw Dave pick up his present from the floor. Immediately, he started examining the little box and Frank grew more nervous by the second.
“It…its n-nothing!” He stammered trying to snatch the gift back before Dave could read the nametag, but failing because his friend was quicker than him.
“Oh, look guys. Our Frankie bought a little present.” He teased holding the box up and out of Franks reach.
“Give it back, please?”
“Is it not for me? Oh there’s a name tag.”
Franks eyes widened in shock, grabbing after the box again.
”Oh….” Dave stated monotone after reading the tag and Frank prayed for the ground to swallow him.
“Please!”
Dave swallowed as well, quite shocked by his discovery. “You’ll get it back. But you gotta do me a favor!”
***
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special (special)
“Oh please not!” Gerard grunted annoyed as he heard the familiar melody blasting through the mall’s speakers again.
“How many times have we heard this today?”
“Only 498 times.” Ray guessed out of the blue sighing as well, before lifting a huge colorful box from the floor.
“I just can’t hear that song anymore!” Gerard continued complaining and Ray rolled his eyes.
“Do you think I do? Listen, can I leave you alone for the last 30 minutes…I don’t think that somebody will come and hop on your lap anymore. Besides I have to prepare…remember?” Ray winked at the red-clothed man, putting the fake presents under the Christmas tree.
Oh yes, Gerard knew. Ray had a date.
Great. He`s having one of the worst days ever. And Ray has a romantic date, the world is unfair.
But he couldn’t let this temper out on Ray, could he?
“Yes; I know. Of course you can go.” Gerard forced a smile on his lips. He knew how long Ray had hoped and waited for this date.
“Hush, hush…why are you still here, boy? Go and get ready…or do you wanna pick her up in that sexy hobgoblins costume?!”
Ray pocked his tongue out.
“Haha, you’re so funny. Good, I’ll go now.”
“Hehe...and don’t forget to tell me the colour of her panties tomorrow.” Gerard teased and winked, while Ray blushed and left.
Sighing Gerard went and searched for his cigarettes, just the find the pack empty. Sweet.
His day was getting better and better. First he overslept, then he had to take a cold shower, because warm water was gone, and then he had to hurry and get to work. Only by driving like a maniac and receiving a ticket he managed to arrive at work on time.
Plus he wore the ugliest clothes he owned, just because he couldn’t find anything else - and all that on a Thursday.
Not that it would matter, because his clothes were hidden behind his Santa Claus costume now anyway.
Gerard groaned again and eyed the hobgoblin-play-house, which was part of their Christmas-stall, wondering if it would knock him out if he ran full-speed against it and so would end the day in perfect style.
But he never found out, because a hand tapping on his shoulders brought him back to reality.
“Uhm...excuse me. Is the Santa-stand still open?!”
Gerard rolled his eyes. Oh please why?
“We are closing in 20 minutes - is this really necess...” Annoyed he turned around and chocked on his words when he saw the person in front of him.
Damn.
Gerard mentally kicked himself as Frank’s face dropped a little due to his rude answer.
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
Damn, yes I am! Gerard cursed himself.
Why didn’t he just try his little experiment with the wall? Oh how appealing it sounded now.
“But it’s really important.” the smaller boy looked at the ground, hiding his blushing cheeks.
“Errrh...of course...come on...” He stuttered. Frank turned around and grinned at his friends, while Gerard couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Why me, why him? Why do I have to wear this horrible Santa-dress? I look like a tomato!! A really fat one, since he had to wear the costume with pillows stuffed into the pants for the Santa-belly.
And to top it all the costume was so hot it made Gerard feel like he was sweating like an idiot.
Yes he totally felt comfortable in front of this hazel-eyed boy.
So after staring at each other for a few moments Frank averted his gaze of the corpulent person in front of him and kept looking at the floor, till Gerard finally moved to the Santa’s big chair. Frank followed the white-red person, who sat down on the red, fluffy chair. Why did he have to do this?! Just to get his damn gift back. This was all Gerard’s fault.
As soon as Gerard was comfortable sitting there, Frank bit his lower lip showing his nerves.
“Come on, prick!” someone shouted behind Frank’s back, making him blush as the embarrassment controlled his mind, and eventually his cheeks.
“Yeah, I wanna see some lap-dancing.” Brian yelled after him.
So he sat down onto Santa’s lap, causing his friends to break down hysterically with laughter.
Frank gulped uncomfortably as the laughing behind him wouldn’t subside and turned around just to hear Dave yell.
“Oh Frank, you fucking pussy! You would do everything we command you, right?”
Heedlessly he threw the gift at Frank, who leaned forward and still had to struggle to catch it.
Gerard couldn’t help but feel bad as he studied Frank’s big troubled eyes and the way he clutched a little warped box to his chest.
The young man seemed to be completely spaced out, never aware of the fact that he was still sitting in Gerard’s lap and just watching his laughing friends leave the mall in pure shock.
“Hey!” Gerard whispered, but barely got Frank’s attention. “Hey!” he tried a little louder and finally Frank snapped back to life, shooting Gerard a hurt look and stuffing the box back into his pocket.
“You know, you still didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.” He tried to cheer Frank up lamely. But received nothing than a confused look.
“Maybe some friends a little less…” Gerard hesitated a moment and considered the best periphrasis for heartless, ignorant and fake. “...childish.”
Frank sighed absently, still lost and confused. He really thought he had true friends. He thought he had at least that. No family, no love but friends.
But today he had to find out that the guy he was hopelessly in love with saw him as “kiddo” and that he was just a joke to his friends.
“They don’t care.” He muttered absently. Gerard sighed and wanted to answer before Frank spoke again, more to himself than to anyone else.
“I don’t care….I just want him to notice me.”
Gerard’s eyes grew big.
Did that mean he was into boys?! Maybe…what if…no, cant be, right?! But Gerard couldn’t help and tried to find out more. Frightened, he gulped before asking.
“Who?”
Frank looked at him confused as he realized that there was still somebody there who answering to his rambling. He was embarrassed.
Quickly he tried to chase his thoughts away and get rid of Santa.
“Ahh, whatever. He won’t ever notice me…even when he talks to me about comics and all it’s only his job.”
Once the 'comic' word came from Frank's lips, Gerard felt a hot wave covering his face. He wanted to believe that the person... That he could be...
Having exposed more that he wanted to Frank tried to stand up, but felt this weird Santa tighten his arms around his waist and pull him into his lap again. What the heck?
Gerard couldn’t think straight anymore. It had to be him, right? Slowly he reached out for Frank’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes.
“He noticed you already.”
Franks eyes widened, shocked as realization hit him. He knew those eyes. Those big hazel eyes, with the prettiest lashes ever.
Slowly as if in trance again he reached out and started pulling at Santa’s fake beard revealing the face hidden by it.
“Fuck!”
Continue here
Authors: cassandra_ml & Delilah
Rating: NC-17 (last chapter)
Disclaimer: I dont own or know the guys, and every line of this story is pure fiction
Warnings: swearing, sex
Beta: stillchaos Thank you a lot!
A.N.: This story has been written by me and a good friend last Christmas and its been posted to the mychemicalromance-forum back then.
Warm air hit Frank’s face when he entered the oh-so-familiar mall. How many times had he come here and spent hours in its little shops? But this time it was different.
That’s why his body stiffened and his breath caught in his throat and he seriously considered turning around and running home. But there was one thing Frank knew: if he wouldn’t do this now he never would.
And even if it was stupid, cheesy and childish, Frank wanted it with all of his heart. Knowing very well that he would regret not taking this chance.
Nervously, he slid his hand into his left coat pocket, clutching the little object resting there hidden from his friends and the rest of the world.
Not that they would care anyway. Or did they notice his almost-panic-attack? Oh, no they were just too busy drooling after the female make-up-assistants praising their goods.
Frank rolled his eyes. How can they fancy all those fake, slutty creatures? Who knows what they looked like under their make-up? Did no-one notice the only real beauty in the entire mall? Working in the first floors comic store?
Well somebody did, and this person was being dragged to the escalators by his friends at this particular moment, complaining about how hungry they were.
Frank sighed and closed his eyes, stroking the warping paper underneath his fingers. Thousands of questions were screaming in his mind. How should he sneak away and place the present? Would he like it? Was it too obvious?
Frank rolled his eyes at himself. Of course it was not too obvious. Seriously, what was he thinking? The only reference to him was the handwritten little note, just saying the name that burned itself right into Frank’s heart, from the moment he first read it.
Gerard.
Frank had scribbled page after page in his notebook to make his writing style perfect. Just to write a couple of simple words, yet so meaningful. He tried to think out something that wouldn’t seem to be in a stalker way, and after three nights of thinking… he got it.
It had taken him two weeks. Two damn weeks to plan this. To find a present and a way to place it, so its future-owner was going to find it.
But the thing is, he didn’t even know why he wanted to give this little box to that man. He didn’t expect any attention; he didn’t even want to be noticed. Well… he did, but he felt like a coward whenever Gerard was near.
His heart was beating every time the man was trying to pass between the shelf and Frank. He just wanted to be around him. He could listen to Gerard’s voice forever, sitting on that red couch every day, pretending he was reading some comic book.
He didn’t care that he was caught usually and had to spend money on random magazines that he used as cover. But why should he care? Money didn’t matter to him. If you ever compared money and this feeling you have inside, when this person looks into your eyes… the feeling like he’s piercing you… that makes you feel so important, special…then you have to be emotionless…
“Yo moron!” a familiar voice woke Frank up from his daydreams and made him look at Brian’s face questionably.
“Yeah?” his voice was shaky and Frank had to repeat the word after clearing his throat. He felt his cold hands … and his cheeks burning like he had a fever. Frank wanted to slap himself; it was so obvious that something was wrong with him. Why did he come here with his friends anyway?
“You’re coming? Or you wanna stay like that for the next century?” another blond person spoke, waving in front of the boy’s eyes.
“Yeah… I’ve to…do something…” Frank looked at the comic store like it was a challenge for him.
“Let’s meet in a while at McDonalds, shall we? “ Frank offered, praying that he could get rid of his friends for a while. He needed to be alone. He needed to pull his thoughts together, even though he didn’t plan to talk to Gerard again, the whole action would be stressful for him for sure.
Three extraordinary-looking boys waved at Frank, mumbling under their breath, and forgot about their shorter friend, once they saw a ‘nice ass’. Frank sighed loudly before motivating himself to be strong.
Come on, you can do it. It’s nothing… It’s easy… he won’t find out was repeating in his head as he went to the stairs, staring at his target, trying not to scan the area. Where was he?
And then his heart stopped and a soft gasp escaped his mouth as he recognized Gerard running around the store. He looked stunning as always, Frank thought.
Everything was too special for Frank. Every detail, the way Gerard talked, walked, scratch his neck sometimes when he thinks, the way he rolled his eyes and blinked when he wasn’t sure about the year of releasing of the first comic book.
The short boy dared to go into the store, checking carefully the area, like his life depended on it.
“Hey, but don’t be late!” one girl said visibly to Frank’s side, confusing him until he realized that someone is behind him.
“I’m always on time, missy.” A soft and confident voice filled Frank’s ears, making him close his eyes in fear for a second. Once he found enough courage, he looked behind and eyed Gerard, who smiled at short boy warmly.
Frank felt himself blushing and for sure he was red as tomato. How come that Gerard had such a big effect on Frank’s mind and body?
Frank smiled back as Gerard was putting his black jacket on shoulders, creating a soft wave of air that crushed against Frank’s nose, bringing the sweet smell of the man. Frank opened his mouth, wanting to say hi to the taller man, but Gerard was faster to say something.
“New Hellboy’s there, kiddo.” Gerard nodded at the side of the store, where Frank usually went when he had a chance. Kiddo? Frank asked himself, seeing Gerard run out of the store, leaving boy confused as hell. He wasn’t a kid. How could he say that, even if Gerard used the word just to tease the boy, it broke Frank’s heart in some way. If he used that word… he wasn’t anything more in Gerard’s eyes. Just a kiddo.
“May I help you…?” the same pretty girl spoke to Frank, who slowly turned his head back to face the young lady. He answered by shaking his head slowly, as Gerard’s words were echoing in his head. Frank started tapping on the small box, he prepared earlier. Leave it, coward… he thought, finding it hard to think straight.
***
“Dear customers, our mall will be closing in a half an hour, please finish your purchases and get hurry to get the cashpoints.” A female voice resounded drowning out the Christmas songs and announced the soon closure of the mall. Frank looked around as he and his friends walked down from the first to the ground floor. Many shops had already closed, the make-up-chicks collected their stuff and packed them into chases. Apart from all the people working here only a few others were still around. It was late and most of them had gone home to their families already.
Frank sighed as he thought of the empty flat waiting for him. He has spent several hours with his friends now. They even managed to save him from his bad mood after he exited the comic store but the thought of walking home depressed him again. Trying to lighten his mood he jumped down the last stairs, not noticing that something fell out of his pocket.
“Hey Frank, you…what is this?” Shocked Frank turned around and saw Dave pick up his present from the floor. Immediately, he started examining the little box and Frank grew more nervous by the second.
“It…its n-nothing!” He stammered trying to snatch the gift back before Dave could read the nametag, but failing because his friend was quicker than him.
“Oh, look guys. Our Frankie bought a little present.” He teased holding the box up and out of Franks reach.
“Give it back, please?”
“Is it not for me? Oh there’s a name tag.”
Franks eyes widened in shock, grabbing after the box again.
”Oh….” Dave stated monotone after reading the tag and Frank prayed for the ground to swallow him.
“Please!”
Dave swallowed as well, quite shocked by his discovery. “You’ll get it back. But you gotta do me a favor!”
***
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special (special)
“Oh please not!” Gerard grunted annoyed as he heard the familiar melody blasting through the mall’s speakers again.
“How many times have we heard this today?”
“Only 498 times.” Ray guessed out of the blue sighing as well, before lifting a huge colorful box from the floor.
“I just can’t hear that song anymore!” Gerard continued complaining and Ray rolled his eyes.
“Do you think I do? Listen, can I leave you alone for the last 30 minutes…I don’t think that somebody will come and hop on your lap anymore. Besides I have to prepare…remember?” Ray winked at the red-clothed man, putting the fake presents under the Christmas tree.
Oh yes, Gerard knew. Ray had a date.
Great. He`s having one of the worst days ever. And Ray has a romantic date, the world is unfair.
But he couldn’t let this temper out on Ray, could he?
“Yes; I know. Of course you can go.” Gerard forced a smile on his lips. He knew how long Ray had hoped and waited for this date.
“Hush, hush…why are you still here, boy? Go and get ready…or do you wanna pick her up in that sexy hobgoblins costume?!”
Ray pocked his tongue out.
“Haha, you’re so funny. Good, I’ll go now.”
“Hehe...and don’t forget to tell me the colour of her panties tomorrow.” Gerard teased and winked, while Ray blushed and left.
Sighing Gerard went and searched for his cigarettes, just the find the pack empty. Sweet.
His day was getting better and better. First he overslept, then he had to take a cold shower, because warm water was gone, and then he had to hurry and get to work. Only by driving like a maniac and receiving a ticket he managed to arrive at work on time.
Plus he wore the ugliest clothes he owned, just because he couldn’t find anything else - and all that on a Thursday.
Not that it would matter, because his clothes were hidden behind his Santa Claus costume now anyway.
Gerard groaned again and eyed the hobgoblin-play-house, which was part of their Christmas-stall, wondering if it would knock him out if he ran full-speed against it and so would end the day in perfect style.
But he never found out, because a hand tapping on his shoulders brought him back to reality.
“Uhm...excuse me. Is the Santa-stand still open?!”
Gerard rolled his eyes. Oh please why?
“We are closing in 20 minutes - is this really necess...” Annoyed he turned around and chocked on his words when he saw the person in front of him.
Damn.
Gerard mentally kicked himself as Frank’s face dropped a little due to his rude answer.
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
Damn, yes I am! Gerard cursed himself.
Why didn’t he just try his little experiment with the wall? Oh how appealing it sounded now.
“But it’s really important.” the smaller boy looked at the ground, hiding his blushing cheeks.
“Errrh...of course...come on...” He stuttered. Frank turned around and grinned at his friends, while Gerard couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Why me, why him? Why do I have to wear this horrible Santa-dress? I look like a tomato!! A really fat one, since he had to wear the costume with pillows stuffed into the pants for the Santa-belly.
And to top it all the costume was so hot it made Gerard feel like he was sweating like an idiot.
Yes he totally felt comfortable in front of this hazel-eyed boy.
So after staring at each other for a few moments Frank averted his gaze of the corpulent person in front of him and kept looking at the floor, till Gerard finally moved to the Santa’s big chair. Frank followed the white-red person, who sat down on the red, fluffy chair. Why did he have to do this?! Just to get his damn gift back. This was all Gerard’s fault.
As soon as Gerard was comfortable sitting there, Frank bit his lower lip showing his nerves.
“Come on, prick!” someone shouted behind Frank’s back, making him blush as the embarrassment controlled his mind, and eventually his cheeks.
“Yeah, I wanna see some lap-dancing.” Brian yelled after him.
So he sat down onto Santa’s lap, causing his friends to break down hysterically with laughter.
Frank gulped uncomfortably as the laughing behind him wouldn’t subside and turned around just to hear Dave yell.
“Oh Frank, you fucking pussy! You would do everything we command you, right?”
Heedlessly he threw the gift at Frank, who leaned forward and still had to struggle to catch it.
Gerard couldn’t help but feel bad as he studied Frank’s big troubled eyes and the way he clutched a little warped box to his chest.
The young man seemed to be completely spaced out, never aware of the fact that he was still sitting in Gerard’s lap and just watching his laughing friends leave the mall in pure shock.
“Hey!” Gerard whispered, but barely got Frank’s attention. “Hey!” he tried a little louder and finally Frank snapped back to life, shooting Gerard a hurt look and stuffing the box back into his pocket.
“You know, you still didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.” He tried to cheer Frank up lamely. But received nothing than a confused look.
“Maybe some friends a little less…” Gerard hesitated a moment and considered the best periphrasis for heartless, ignorant and fake. “...childish.”
Frank sighed absently, still lost and confused. He really thought he had true friends. He thought he had at least that. No family, no love but friends.
But today he had to find out that the guy he was hopelessly in love with saw him as “kiddo” and that he was just a joke to his friends.
“They don’t care.” He muttered absently. Gerard sighed and wanted to answer before Frank spoke again, more to himself than to anyone else.
“I don’t care….I just want him to notice me.”
Gerard’s eyes grew big.
Did that mean he was into boys?! Maybe…what if…no, cant be, right?! But Gerard couldn’t help and tried to find out more. Frightened, he gulped before asking.
“Who?”
Frank looked at him confused as he realized that there was still somebody there who answering to his rambling. He was embarrassed.
Quickly he tried to chase his thoughts away and get rid of Santa.
“Ahh, whatever. He won’t ever notice me…even when he talks to me about comics and all it’s only his job.”
Once the 'comic' word came from Frank's lips, Gerard felt a hot wave covering his face. He wanted to believe that the person... That he could be...
Having exposed more that he wanted to Frank tried to stand up, but felt this weird Santa tighten his arms around his waist and pull him into his lap again. What the heck?
Gerard couldn’t think straight anymore. It had to be him, right? Slowly he reached out for Frank’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes.
“He noticed you already.”
Franks eyes widened, shocked as realization hit him. He knew those eyes. Those big hazel eyes, with the prettiest lashes ever.
Slowly as if in trance again he reached out and started pulling at Santa’s fake beard revealing the face hidden by it.
“Fuck!”
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