Gerard got back home and disinfected his wound - just to be sure. He took ice out of the freezer and a towel, which he wrapped around the ice to press it on his nose. He hissed at the cold bite on his sensitive skin.

He looked at his phone.

3 messages from Anthony :
"Gee I'm so sorry"
"Are you okay?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you"

Gerard managed to approximately type the answer the best he could with solely one hand.

To : Anthony
"Im not mad at u or fank its ok u didnt mean it"

Well, that was indeed a little bit approximate. 'fank'. Gerard snorted at his typo. He abandoned all hopes of adding a proper smiley so he just sent the message.

He put his phone in his jeans pocket and went up to his room. It was still early in the day, thus he was home alone. At least it was the week-end now, so no homework for now.

He sat at his desk an wrote in his diary, deciding that nothing really interesting was going to happen until the next morning.

His eyelids felt so heavy, he laid on his bed putting the ice pack away, and despite his sore nose, he instantly fell asleep.

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Gerard was waken early on this cold Saturday by a dull pain in his nose. He got up and looked at his alarm clock. 8 am. His mother probably had just left for work and Mikey was surely sleeping, so Gerard found himself alone again.

He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a purplish bruise on his nose but it wasn't too obvious - makeup would surely hide that ; it wasn't as swollen as Gerard thought it would have been.

He sighed in relief and sneaked in the kitchen to get breakfast, still in his clothes from yesterday. While eating his pancake, he felt something buzz on him. His phone.

1 message from Frankie :
"Hey Gee I hope your ok, I wanted to know if ur ok to watch a movie with Anth and me this afternoon? Hes ok with it promise we wont fight or anything"

Gerard bit his lips to keep him from grinning and typed his answer.

To : Frankie
"Sure I'd love to :D"
"When?"

"Today 8pm, our place?"

"Perfect I'll be there"

Now this could be a great week-end.
Around noon, Mikey finally got out of his room with the mark of his pillow printed on the left cheek.

"Wow, you look like crap," Gerard said to his little brother who was sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"I could say the same about you, with that blue stain on your face."

"That's called a bruise."

"No kidding," Mikey rolled his eyes. "By the way, I saw what happened yesterday."

"Yeah, I think the whole school did..." Gerard shamefully looked down. He really didn't like to put up a show.

"Mom's worried sick..."

"You told Mom?!"

"Yeah, I thought-"

"-Mikey, mom has more important things to do than worry about me!"

"Caring for you isn't important?" Mikey retorted. "You unconcern for yourself that much?"

"That's- that's not what I meant..."

"That's exactly what you meant. Gerard..." Mikey put his hands on Gerard's shoulders, looking at him in the eyes. "We talked about this. You matter, okay?" Gerard nodded.
"Anyway, are we gonna talk about the fact that the Iero bros literally fought for you?"

"Mikey..." Gerard repressed a smile.
Solely this thought made him both upset - because he hated to see his friends fight - and somehow stoked because for once, he felt important and loved.

The latter feeling kind of disturbed him though, he really was feeling like a tingly teenage girl in a cheesy high-school romance. Regardless to his gender, that's kind of what he was.

"No, really, do you have any idea of how many people would kill to be in your position?"

Gerard giggled. "I don't think murder is how you earn someone's affection..."

"TSpeaking of which, here's the 1 million dollar question : who do you like better?" Mikey whispered at the end like he was telling an important secret, the way a middle school girl at a sleepover would.

Gerard's eyes widened. "Oh my god Mikey, you're such a gossip !"

"What! I won't tell anybody !"

Gerard rolled his eyes. "I... I like them equally."

Gerard really did. In fact, he had never asked himself that question, he just liked the twins for their respective qualities. He had never thought about who he prefered.

"Yeah, sure." Mikey seemed satisfied with Gerard's answer.

"By the way, I'm going to their house this evening. They don't live too far, I can walk there."

"What for?" Mikey smiled slyly.

"We're going to watch a movie ; they wanted to make up for the fight."

Mikey awed. "It's cute all the things they do for you. I mean, when they don't punch you in the face."

"Yeah," Gerard blushed.

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Gerard knocked at the the modern house's door, and was greeted by Frank.
"Gee, how are you? Please come in!"

Gerard did so and smiled at Anthony who was waiting behind his twin, biting his nails worriedly.
"Hey Gee, how are you feeling? I'm so sorry, again."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm tough." Gerard winked, the twins were starting to rub off on him.

"You still look stunning though" Frank patted Gerard's shoulder before going sitting on the couch.

"What do you wanna watch?" Anthony asked the red-haired boy.

"I get to choose?"

Anthony chuckled. "Of course you do."

Gerard thought for a few seconds, but a few seconds only.
"You got the Rocky Horror Picture Show?" He only got a double frowning from the twins in response.
"You don't know that movie? It's a classic!"

"If you say so, but we don't have it, sorry. Maybe check the DVDs?"

Gerard put the back of his hand on his forehead, dramatically faking a swoon.
"I don't know if I can find anything else to watch."

"Stop being a drama queen and pick something already." Frank chuckled.

Gerard knelt to rummage through the DVDs and picked a few.
"You have the whole Halloween saga?!"

"That's a classic too," Anthony winked. "Good choice, it's almost Halloween. We can do a Halloween marathon."

Gerard nodded and put the first one in the DVD player. He sat on the couch between Frank and Anthony, probably to avoid a war between them.

"I've never seen them so no spoilers please.'' Gerard asked and the twins nodded.

"Yeah well, it's not like there's much to spoil anyway..." Frank shrugged.

"Hey can we skip the third movie?" Anthony asked.

"Why?"

"No Michael Myers, it's boring. It's not even a good movie itself."

"For once, I agree." Frank stated, causing Gerard to exaggeratedly widen his eyes in shock.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that's a historic date : Frank agrees with Anthony." he giggled.

"Oh, shut up" Frank scowled and folded his arms offendedly.

"Aww he's all vexed" Gerard ruffled Frank's hair, making the latter repress a smile, and the movie began.

•••
The three boys were now watching the fifth Halloween and it was past midnight. Frank had grabbed a fuzzy blanket and had spread it on the three of them.

Gerard yawned from the coziness and the warmth of the twins. He couldn't feel any more comfortable, lounged like that.

Anthony felt the redhead sheepishly lay his head on his shoulder, lazily blinking while watching a guy being randomly murdered by Michael Myers.

Gerard soon closed his eyes and fell asleep, slumped on Anthony who didn't mind at all.

Anthony took Gerard's hand and softly stroked the back of it with his thumb. He waited for the movie to end, moving as little as he could, then turned the tv off.

"You help me?" he whispered to his brother, not daring to move in fear of waking the boy.

Frank chuckled. "Of course, no way I'm letting him sleep on you."
He bent down and carefully scooped Gerard in his arms.

"Uhh, heavier than he looks..."

"He isn't, you're just weak."

Frank rolled his eyes. "I'll put him in my bedroom."

Anthony frowned, not sure of what his brother had in mind. "That's- that's nice of you..."
...And not like you at all.

"I know. Text Mikey he'll stay the night."

Anthony got up. "You got his number?"

"No but Gee must, his phone's on the table."

Anthony took Gerard's phone.
"It's locked, what's the code?"

"I don't know, try his birthdate." Frank said, carrying Gerard away.

"Yeah, that's it." Anthony sent the message to Mikey. "Careful with the head in the stairs."

Anthony could almost hear Frank huff in the staircase.

Frank gently laid Gerard on his own bed, and pulled the sheets up on him. Anthony entered the room.

"Hey, I was thinking..." Frank began.
"Since it's freezing out there, maybe I can, huh, warm him up a bit..."
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "He's got plenty of covers to stay warm. You go sleep on the couch."

"What? But it's my bed?!" he whisper-yelled.

"In case you haven't noticed, Gerard's already sleeping in it. You know, because you lent him your bed, remember?"

"I'm sure Gee wouldn't mind sharing it with me..." Frank smirked.

"Frank. Couch. Now."

Frank nodded and Anthony left to his bedroom. Frank sighed. At least I tried...

He sat on the edge of the bed next to Gerard. He looked so peaceful, so... Fragile.

Frank would've loved to be Prince Charming to wake him with a soft kiss, and take him away for a life of happiness.

'Prince Charming'? 'A life of happiness'? Really?! Frank thought, mentally rolling his eyes. That sounded cheesy, really too fucking cheesy, especially for him... but deep down he strangely liked these thoughts.

He placed a strand of red hair behind Gerard's ear, his fingers brushing against Gerard's porcelain-like skin.

"Goodnight Gerard", he whispered before he turned the lights off and left the bedroom.

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