Like Ghosts In The Snow

Frank’s P.O.V

“I am so glad I don’t have wet dreams anymore.” I told Gerard as he lay there on the bed; face a red crimson and humiliation just burning on his skin. I couldn’t help but laugh because really, I was in his same position not that long ago. Even like it did feel like forever.

Gerard clasped his hands over his face and groaned a deep growl in the back of his throat. I knew for a fact that he was completely ready about to burst out into tears, because really, Gerard is an extremely emotional dude. I would know that for sure. I’ve been watching the guy since he moved in. in the non-creepiest way that it can possibly sound.

“I’ll leave you be for the time being Gee.” I giggled. His face boomed brighter than before, if really possible.

I walked down the attic steps and into the hallway. I had a lot of my time on my hands for the time being. Usually when Gerard was busy I messed with Mikey or went into the library to read. But since Mikey was at his friend Branden’s house, which Gerard said was his boy toy; I was going to be just a little bored for the time being.

I walked down into the living room where I knew Gerard’s father was and sat down on the couch in front of him. I began to just stick my tongue out at him and make idiotic noises at him, which was always such a fascinating past time. I hated this man. And the fact that he couldn’t see me while I was mocking him was such a sweet feeling.

I was also kind of scared to be in the same room as this man. He had reminded so much of my father the day that he had murdered me. And that was something that I really did not want to remember. It was sort of a mood dampener.

The gray haired man sat and watched the television set, no expression on his face as he watched the characters move around on the screen. The colors splashed onto his glasses as they changed. The man looked like a serial killer, or possibly a demented and sick molester. How this man was Gerard’s father, I would never know.

He sat for a while, and I just watched him. As creepy as it may sound, his actions and moves were interesting. His actions kind of made me feel very unsettled, kind of the feeling where the hair stands up on the back of your neck. His aura was just unsettling. He was most like a statue; the only time he really moved at all was when the phone had ringed.

He cursed to himself as he got up to answer it, walking faster and faster to get the phone as it rang more and more. I got up to follow him into the kitchen as I heard him speak into the devise. His voice was all but a mumble.

“Any time now, I guess.” The man whispered, rubbing his hands down his face, after grabbing his glasses and placing them down on the kitchen table beside him. The man on the other side of the line was speaking now, his voice a buzz.

“No, no that’s not soon enough.” He grumbled into the phone. His eyes rolling as the man spoke again. “No!” he screamed into the phone. The veins on his face were now popped and protruded, making him looks even more evil than he did a minute ago. I stayed close by to listen.

“I’ll just do it by myself then fucker!” Not long after that phone was on the floor in multiple pieces. Gerard’s father stormed his way out of the kitchen and back to the stairs where he screamed for Gerard to get downstairs and clean up the fucking mess before he grabbed a pack of smokes and walked out the door.

Not many minutes later, Gerard came stumbling down the stairs, his hair disheveled and his eyes a bloodshot red. He fixed his hair the best of his ability and walked his way into the kitchen. When he finally saw me, he flushed crimson again and walked right back into the kitchen where he had grabbed the broom and dustpan. I followed him in, keeping silent as he cleaned up his own father’s mess.

“Gee?” I whispered, making him jump up and drop the dustpan on the floor.

“Sorry, you scared me Frank,” he spoke, bending down and picking up the dustpan. He walked over to the garbage and threw away its contents. “What’s up?”

“Your dad was talking to some guy on the phone,” I watched him walk back over to me. “He sounded extremely pissed off.” I whispered to Gerard. His expression didn’t change. He nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s new?” he put away the dust pan and broom and walked his way back over to the stairs. “Come on, Frank.”

I shook the thoughts away and brushed them off my shoulder like they were nothing. Gerard had not seemed too phased by his father’s actions, so I guess that they couldn’t be too horrible. I bounded my way over to Gerard.

“Gee!” I screamed as I jump up on his back, tugging my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. He doubled backwards a little, before he caught himself and grabbed onto my legs to hold me steady.

”You are so immature.” He laughed as he trudged his way up the stairs one by one, the extra weight weighing him down. I stuck my tongue out at him, though he could not see.

“I’m dead Gee, just give me a break.” He rolled his eyes, I could tell because he was Gerard and he threw me up into his attic bedroom.

“Texas chainsaw massacre?” he questioned as he went up behind me. I nodded my head and giggled as he walked over to his bed, grabbing his portable movie player and turning it on.

“We can cuddle if you want to,” I winked at him as I settled in beside him. He ducked his head down going bright scarlet again as we sat and watched the previews.

I couldn’t help but smile as the previews rolled. I looked over at Gerard, blushing mess and all. I couldn’t help but think that this was the happiest I had been in a while. Or, the happiest I have ever been. I smiled down at my hands that were fiddling with my holey jeans. I pulled at the strings. I looked back to Gerard, and his eyes met mine. I couldn’t help but look at Gerard and feel just a little prickle of tears sting at my eyes. Who knew that to find such a great friend and to be sincerely happy, you needed to die first?