Christmas on Hell Street.[1/2]
Title: Christmas on Hell Street.[1/2]
Author: posion_lips1
Pairing: Frank/Gerard.
Rating: PG13
POV: First, Frank’s.
Summary: Frank’s alone on Christmas Eve. Gerard’s not.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Nadda, NOTHING.
Author Notes: yeah, so, I did something I told myself I’d never do, write a Christmas fic, WOO!
Warnings: -nothing here-
I’m sitting on the cold, stone chair, wishing someone will give me something as little as a coat. No one will do that on fucking Christmas Eve. Everyone is out or indoors, some wrapping presents, some are out to a party, some are trying to make their children believe in Santa.
Where am I? I’m sitting at a bus stop, waiting for no bus.
I struggle as I pull at my hoodie tighter, wishing for at least a little ‘bit of warmth. My wish wasn’t granted, for I am still cold.
I have no idea what time it is, all I know is that people are having a good time on Christmas Eve, they’re laughing, warm, and not miserable. I wish I had a place to stay in, I can at least spend Christmas Eve alone and warm. Yeah, I’m alone, but I’d be warm if I at least had a place to stay before I got kicked out. I got kicked out for the most common reason. I was stupid and drunk. Really drunk. I kissed another guy. Gerard found out, and I was gone from his life forever, it breaks my heart everyday that I cannot be with my real love. A love I always wanted, but I lost it, I was stupid and I failed. I wish Gerard could’ve forgave me when I called him many, many times. I can’t call anymore ‘cos I lost my phone from not paying the bill.
I lost everything I had. I lost my apartment, my phone, basically all my clothes(the others got ripped and too torn), but I lost Gerard, the best gift I ever got, and I lost him.
I wouldn’t mind spending Christmas alone, but I would love it if I got to spend it with Gerard. In a warm place. Not freezing my ass off in New Jersey, cold and alone.
I really would like to know this; what did I do to deserve this? I was good in school, I didn’t drunk, or do drugs, I got good grades, I got bullied but I stayed strong and made it out. I graduated high school and went off to collage. I graduated and I met Gerard, I fell in love with him on an instant. I always tried, I had everything, and then in one night, one stupid as fuck night, I lost everything I gained. I wouldn’t be anywhere if it weren’t for Gerard. He fucking invented me, I wouldn’t have be into half of anything if it weren’t for that guy. But still, after I lost everything. And being homeless, you’d think I’m hooked on drugs, but I’m not. I’m clean, give me a piss test, give me a blood test, hell, take my hair and test that!
Gerard was the one who was on drugs, but I got him sober and clean, it took a while. It was so hard to live with Gerard when he was an alcoholic and on drugs. The hair on my back was always pin up, I was so nervous and aware of everything around me, I didn’t know what Gerard would have done next. Some nights he would come home and just pass out on the couch, other times he would come home and scream in my face. One night I got so sick of it, and I took charge and I straight out told him, ‘This is getting out of hand,’ he’d look at him with a dumbfound look. We talked for a very long time until he passed out. The next day we took all the beer, all the vodka and washed it down the sink. He hugged me and said, ‘I’m only doing this for you,’ and he kissed me.
On Christmas, after he got sober and clean. He was the most happiest person I have ever met in my life. He’d wake me up at eight in the morning and yell, ‘It’s Christmas!’ And jump on the bed. For a full grown man, you’d think he was being immature, but to me, he was being the most cutest boy in New Jersey. We would walk down the hall and drink coffee and he would tell me how much he loved this time of year, ‘cos no one is unhappy, I’d cuddle next to him and tell me the same. I hated people unhappy.
I sent Gerard a letter two days ago, the post office here is horrible so I know it won’t get there until Christmas morning. I hope he reads it well, I hope he reads it over and over. It’s a rather long letter. I spilled my life onto the white paper, it was paper I found. And I had a pen all the time. I went to a post office and I got a envelope for three cents. Good deal, huh?
I would like to spend Christmas with Gerard, homeless or not.
God, out there in Heaven, I was always a good boy, please, bring me the one thing I love to me.
Amen.
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Hahaha, so I got sucked into the writing Christmas fics. Haha, loser, much? Well, there’s another part to this, one in Gerard’s, ohh zingggggg.
Author: posion_lips1
Pairing: Frank/Gerard.
Rating: PG13
POV: First, Frank’s.
Summary: Frank’s alone on Christmas Eve. Gerard’s not.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Nadda, NOTHING.
Author Notes: yeah, so, I did something I told myself I’d never do, write a Christmas fic, WOO!
Warnings: -nothing here-
I’m sitting on the cold, stone chair, wishing someone will give me something as little as a coat. No one will do that on fucking Christmas Eve. Everyone is out or indoors, some wrapping presents, some are out to a party, some are trying to make their children believe in Santa.
Where am I? I’m sitting at a bus stop, waiting for no bus.
I struggle as I pull at my hoodie tighter, wishing for at least a little ‘bit of warmth. My wish wasn’t granted, for I am still cold.
I have no idea what time it is, all I know is that people are having a good time on Christmas Eve, they’re laughing, warm, and not miserable. I wish I had a place to stay in, I can at least spend Christmas Eve alone and warm. Yeah, I’m alone, but I’d be warm if I at least had a place to stay before I got kicked out. I got kicked out for the most common reason. I was stupid and drunk. Really drunk. I kissed another guy. Gerard found out, and I was gone from his life forever, it breaks my heart everyday that I cannot be with my real love. A love I always wanted, but I lost it, I was stupid and I failed. I wish Gerard could’ve forgave me when I called him many, many times. I can’t call anymore ‘cos I lost my phone from not paying the bill.
I lost everything I had. I lost my apartment, my phone, basically all my clothes(the others got ripped and too torn), but I lost Gerard, the best gift I ever got, and I lost him.
I wouldn’t mind spending Christmas alone, but I would love it if I got to spend it with Gerard. In a warm place. Not freezing my ass off in New Jersey, cold and alone.
I really would like to know this; what did I do to deserve this? I was good in school, I didn’t drunk, or do drugs, I got good grades, I got bullied but I stayed strong and made it out. I graduated high school and went off to collage. I graduated and I met Gerard, I fell in love with him on an instant. I always tried, I had everything, and then in one night, one stupid as fuck night, I lost everything I gained. I wouldn’t be anywhere if it weren’t for Gerard. He fucking invented me, I wouldn’t have be into half of anything if it weren’t for that guy. But still, after I lost everything. And being homeless, you’d think I’m hooked on drugs, but I’m not. I’m clean, give me a piss test, give me a blood test, hell, take my hair and test that!
Gerard was the one who was on drugs, but I got him sober and clean, it took a while. It was so hard to live with Gerard when he was an alcoholic and on drugs. The hair on my back was always pin up, I was so nervous and aware of everything around me, I didn’t know what Gerard would have done next. Some nights he would come home and just pass out on the couch, other times he would come home and scream in my face. One night I got so sick of it, and I took charge and I straight out told him, ‘This is getting out of hand,’ he’d look at him with a dumbfound look. We talked for a very long time until he passed out. The next day we took all the beer, all the vodka and washed it down the sink. He hugged me and said, ‘I’m only doing this for you,’ and he kissed me.
On Christmas, after he got sober and clean. He was the most happiest person I have ever met in my life. He’d wake me up at eight in the morning and yell, ‘It’s Christmas!’ And jump on the bed. For a full grown man, you’d think he was being immature, but to me, he was being the most cutest boy in New Jersey. We would walk down the hall and drink coffee and he would tell me how much he loved this time of year, ‘cos no one is unhappy, I’d cuddle next to him and tell me the same. I hated people unhappy.
I sent Gerard a letter two days ago, the post office here is horrible so I know it won’t get there until Christmas morning. I hope he reads it well, I hope he reads it over and over. It’s a rather long letter. I spilled my life onto the white paper, it was paper I found. And I had a pen all the time. I went to a post office and I got a envelope for three cents. Good deal, huh?
I would like to spend Christmas with Gerard, homeless or not.
God, out there in Heaven, I was always a good boy, please, bring me the one thing I love to me.
Amen.
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Hahaha, so I got sucked into the writing Christmas fics. Haha, loser, much? Well, there’s another part to this, one in Gerard’s, ohh zingggggg.