Seventy Times Seven

Thump thump thump..

I woke up in my bed, the light shining in terribly on my face. Well, the brightness of the snow anyway.

After a second, I realized I shouldn't be on my bed. I distinctly remember falling asleep on the couch with Frank. And as I looked around, he was gone.

Closing my eyes and focusing, I realized there were voices coming from the living room. And today was friday, mom shouldnt be home for about another week.

Thump thump thump thump..

What is that?!

I looked down at my clock to see what time it was, but there was something blocking it.

It was a happy little snowman figurine, with a hat and a scarf and gloves, covered in glitter. It looked like something you'd buy at Hallmark, and there was a piece of paper underneath it. I pulled it out and immediately knew who it was from. The cover read Chelsea Mae.

I smiled and unfolded it.

We skipped school with you. Hope you don't mind if we crash at your house. Theres a little surprise for you in the living room. =)

-Frank

I looked at it confused, rereading it. Then looked down at the snowman. "Oh god.."

Jumping out of bed I ran to the door and threw it open.

Sure enough, Mikey was in my kitchen with a green chistmas apron on, and Frank was around a bare tree, attempting to put lights on it, with some silver garland wrapped around his neck.

There were bags piled on my couch, and there was music coming from the tv (Iron Maiden I do believe). And random christmas decorations were scattered around the house. "Oh my fucking god.." I said under my breath.

Mikey looked up at me, "Hey Chels."

"Chelsea Mae!" Frankie said running over to me throwing some garland around my neck. "Do you like it? Mikeys making cookies! My moms recipe!"

There was thumping on the roof again and I cringed. "What the fuck is that?!"

"Oh nothing," Frank replied pulling me into the living room by my arm. "Gerard and Ray are nailing christmas lights along the edge of your roof. You can help me on the tree if you want."

I was still awestruck. "Where did you guys get all this?!" I asked look around at the stuffed santa on the couch and the streams of chirstmas lights...duct taped...to the walls. Then I looked back to the tree, "We have a tree?!"

Mikey smirked. "You do now. This was all Linda's idea I swear."

I smacked my face. I knew I shouldn't of said anything.

Frank laughed, wrapping more lights around the tree. "Thats the only way she'd let me cut school, is if I promised to decorate your house for christmas! She even gave me cash, so we went out and bought you some lights and a tree and ornaments and stuff," he replied triumphantly.

I just stared at him in shock, my mouth hanging open involuntarily. Mikey busted out laughing.

"Um..I love you?" Frank said with a small smile appearing across his face.

"Frank! I'm going to kill you!" I started chasing after him as he started running around the house laughing. I couldn't help but smile too but I was going to catch him I swear.

He ran outside and I chased him and he ran to the front yard.

"Fuck! Fucking snow!" he yelled, seeing as we were both in socks.

"Fuck! Retreat!" I yelled back, laughing as we ran back to the porch. Jumping up and down fighting to get our socks off that had packed snow on the bottoms. He got his off first and ran in the house. Mine finally came off and I chased after him again.

He stopped in the living room, looking which way to go. Since my living room and kitchen were basically one big room, that just left my room, the bathroom, and my moms room. He ran to the bathroom and tried to shut the door but I quickly slid in.

My back hit the door and it shut. "Ooh baby wheres this goin?" he said with a smile, raising his eyebrows.

I laughed. I loved his playfulness. He was beginning to be less strict on himself and more outgoing. I loved it.

I thought for a second about what I could do, then I got an idea.

"Depends, where do you want it to go?" I said quietly with an evil smile, backing him up against the wall.

His smile fell for a second, then it quickly returned (much more enthusiastically) as he glanced up at the ceiling, "Oh Idunooooo."

His back was against the wall as I pinned his wrists. I stared up at him seductively, his black hair falling in his eyes, almost covering them completely. Taking another step, so that my body was touching his, I saw him bite his lip.

Then, being the bitch I am, I started poking and tickling him. He giggled like a little girl! "Not..fucking..fair!" he said inbetween laughs as I ran my fingers along his ribs, making him giggle uncontrollably.

I let go and quickly ran to the living room as Mikey was laughing insanely. "Oh my god Frank was giggling again!"

I smirked and looked over to see Frank coming out of the bathroom and I ran to the other side of the living room. I was cornered though and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind me. "That wasnt cool," he said into my ear quietly as our laughing slowly died down. His chin was on my shoulder and I could feel his warm breathes on my ear as he breathed heavily, either from laughing or running, or most likely both.

I closed my eyes and laughed a little. "I know. I'm sorry." His grip on me was tight but I didnt mind, and I could tell he was smiling.

He kissed my neck gently. Almost as if he hadnt at all. His soft lips hardly touching my skin, making my neck tingle a little and my stomach feel all feathery. My breathing got heavier and I sank into him a little bit, making him have to support me more.

"I thought you were going to do something nice. Instead, Mikeys going to be giving me shit for the next couple weeks," he whispered jokingly into my ear.

I swallowed. He was still holding me up, "I know, I'm sorry, it was pretty mean," I repeated. Then I realized what he was doing. He was getting me back.

"Rapefest..," we heard Mikey whisper loudly at us from the kitchen.

Frank laughed and let go of me as I almost fell. "Almost, but not quite," he said throwing me an evil smile.

I threw an innocent look back, just as Gerard and Ray walked in. Gerards back was to me, and for some reason I was overly excited to see him. I felt like I owed him for saving me yesterday. I ran and jumped on his back. "Gee!" I closed my eyes and laid my head on his back as if to hug him.

I opened my eyes to see Frankie, just staring at me with the blankest stare. It made me frown. He saw my expression, forced a small smile, and turned back to the tree.

"Chelsea!" Gerard said laughing. "Does your head feel better?"

"Loads. Slight headache, but not as bad as yesterday. Thank you for savin meh," I said with a slight accent. For some reason I do that all the time.

"Good! Take some medicine if you need some ok?" he said concerned. Thats so cool. He was like my parent, but cooler.

"Yup," I said going back to help Frank with the tree as they Gerard and Ray got something to drink and talked to Mikey.

I couldn't help but notice his silentness. And I was overly happy from having all my friends at my house putting up christmas stuff. Yea I hated that they did it, but there was no taking it back now.

Standing on my tippy-toes, I cupped my hand around Franks ear. "Hey Frankie?"

"Yea?" he asked aloud. I cringed.

"We're gonna have a Dramatic Whisper Conversation ok?" Me and my dad made up the whole Dramatic Whisper Conversation thing all the time. We'd have random conversations in front of mom like that and it'd drive her mad.

"Whats that?" he whispered back. He almost had it.

I cupped my hands around his ears again, "Its when we have a whispering conversation, but we make it really obvious we're whispering and don't want anyone to know, so that people don't get suspicious."

The corner of his lip pulled up into a small smile as he wound the lights around one last time. He leaned down and cupped his hands around my ear. "Ok, whats up?"

Thats better...

I leaned up yet again, "Good. And, don't do that."

He looked at me confused, then leaned down to my ear, "Do what?"

"Look all sad when I hug Gerard. He's like my brother. You're my lesbian-lover, babe!" I whispered to him, with a wide, playful smile.

His smile fell. He forced another one, then left to get the garland.

Once he came back I stopped him, "I wasn't seriously calling you a lesbian, Frank, it was a joke. Calm down," I said aloud. It was kind of frustrating. I was in such a happy mood and Frank was seriously raining on it, and I wasn't sure why so I didn't know how to fix it.

"Yea, I know," he replied. With an obviously fake smile.

He continued with the garland. Wrapping it around the tree with ease (since you didn't have to hide it). I slowly walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling my knees up to my chest in thought.

All I did was call him my lesbian-lover..as a joke. He knew it was a joke. I just didn't want him to be sad that I jumped on Gerards back and was happy to see him. I didn't want him to think I liked Gerard more than him. Well I mean..I wanted him to think that I liked him just as much. He knew that right? I mean, DUH. I slept with him on my couch last night. Well..most of the night.

Why am I thinking about this so much? It's not that big of a deal, right?

I realized I was still in yesterdays jeans and my feet were starting to get cold. And I also hadn't even looked at myself in the mirror yet today. "I'll be right back," I murmured, getting up.

There were some plaid PJ pants sitting on my floor. I pulled them on, since there was a shitload of snow outside and I had the feeling I was going to be home most of the day, and I threw on a Misfits shirt. After finding a pair of socks, I managed to pull them on as I walked out to the bathroom.

I shook my head at my smudged eyeliner. Not so much at the fact that it was smudged, but that it was thin. Ignoring the smudginess, I just put somemore on. And my hair was naturally suppose to be messy, so I didn't do anything with it.

"Chels?" I heard from the doorway.

I looked over, and Frank was leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, looking down innocently.

I smiled a little, he looked so pitiful! "Yea Frankie?"

"Can I have a hug?"

I laughed as I extended my arms. "Of course!" He smiled and walked over excitedly.

I couldn't help but notice his firm grasp as his arms wound around my waist. As if he would rather be no other place, or like he was saying sorry.

I closed my eyes and smiled, holding onto his neck just as tight. I couldn't help but feel the same.