Gerard's pov
I shoved some cookies into a pot, the translucent lid clicking into place. I headed over to the door, the tub held under one of my arms, and slid on my beaten converse. I checked my phone once again to see if Frank had responded to my messages asking if he wanted any home-made cookies. Upon seeing he still hasn't answered I breathed a deep sigh and pushed open the door to deliver them anyway.

The crisp air hit my face, the remnants of last night's light snow still hung on the tree branches and bushes. I walked briskly towards Frank's house which was only about five minutes away. The birds chirped noisily, the morning sun sending rays that cast through the clouds and bounced off the trees, sending beautiful patterns scattering over the pavement.

Despite the serenity my head still jerked rather viciously, "fuck me gently with a chainsaw." My voice sounded out into the almost silent street, making me chuckle.

I reached Frank's house and pressed the doorbell, the now warm tub of freshly baked cookies was still grasped in my other hand. I heard yapping come from the other side of the door, making me grin, Sweet Pea's high pitched barks penetrating through the wood. I stood outside for a minute or two before ringing the bell again. This time I heard a loud crash come from inside the house. "STUPID! FUCKING! BULLSHIT!" I heard someone shout followed by more banging and smashing. I pushed open the door, thankful that it was unlocked, only to be met with the small grey gremlin that was Sweet Pea, she nuzzled at my leg as placed the now forgotten box of cookies by the door.

The sound of swearing and smashing filled the otherwise desolate house, mixing between loud sobs and cries. I hesitantly opened the door to the living room, nervous to what was inside. My eyes widened as I gazed around the room. It was fucking wrecked. The pillows that once sat on the couch now upside down in the corner, a rip slashed across the underside of one. The curtain pole hung lopsided on the wall, barely hanging on. I noticed my jarred reflection in the cracked mirror that hung above the fireplace, amasses of broken crockery and cutlery sat below it in a messy heap on the floor. A lamp lay on it's side on the carpet, a ragged hole in the side of the shade. The room was thick and heavy with emotion, anger and despair seemed to practically swirl through the air.

Frank turned to look at me, dressed in only plaid pyjama pants and an untidy Misfits shirt. His hair was greasy and knotted, as if he'd been running his hands through it for hours. His bare feet were covered in angry red cuts, presumably from traipsing through the broken ceramic. Large bags hung solemnly beneath his eyes, which were now dull and swamp-like rather than their usual bright olive hue.

"What the fuck do you want?" He spat at me, his voice laced with venom. His fists clenched at his side, as if ready to punch me with them.

"What the fuck are you doing?" My voice cracking, half from disbelief and half from nervousness.

"None of your fucking business!" He yelled as he hurled the ruined lamp at me. I managed to dodge out of the way at the last second, the crack of the bulb against the wall sounded out behind me.

He stopped suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked inside his brain. His eyes began to water and he looked down at the carpet, his lip trembled viciously. Tears rolled down his face suddenly and he looked up to meet my eyes. He looked broken... More like a shell of himself opposed to the real thing.

I took a hasty step towards him, slowly, as if he was a bomb that could explode at any harsh movement, still unsure as to what was going on.

I wrapped my arms around the shaking boy, he hesitated, standing stock still for a moment before he reciprocated. I heard him inhale shakily in my ear before letting out a badly stifled sob into my shoulder.

"She's dead!" He cried, "sh- she's dead. M- my ma- mama's dead!"

The news fell between us like a huge, dead, gutted, fish. It lay heavy in the room. Unwanted and impossible to fathom.

"I'm so sorry, Frankie." I said quietly, rubbing my hand up and down his back in an attempt to calm him slightly.

We stood amongst the clutter and broken cutlery, the only sounds being Frank's cries. His warm tears soaked through my hoodie, his hands gripping onto my back almost painfully.

We pulled apart after a few minutes, I eyed over my friend, remembering the last time I'd seen him so vulnerable. I shook that thought out of my head quickly.
"When was the last time you slept?" I questioned, eyeing the dark circles under his eyes.

"'m not sure. A while ago." He responded, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. I grabbed his arm and practically dragged him towards the door. Sweet Pea's collar jingled as she got up from her place in the hall and followed us up the carpeted stairs.

I half carried Frank to his room, opening the door with one hand while Frank leant against my other side. I pushed the door open, grateful upon seeing he had left his room alone, I feared, however, for the rest of the upstairs.

I pulled back the duvet on Frank's bed and assorted his pillows to be comfortable, while Frank stood, half dazed, swaying next to me.

I made him lay down on the bed and pulled the comforter over him, "thank you, Gee." He said quietly, his voice hoarse from crying. I said nothing, I lifted the small dog up onto the bed next to him whom immediately curled up, and kissed his forehead before heading out of the room, leaving the door ajar and going to tidy up the rest of the house.

A/N: so there is officially only ten chapters left of this fic. I started it in September I  believe. The next one I am going to do will be ghost shit basically, it will be frerard because yes. I'm going to write this one in advance because I seriously regret not doing that with this one, I feel like I didn't write nearly as well as I could have and the whole thing kinda ended up shitty becuase half the time I was forcing myself to write just so I didn't go a month without uploading anything. I hope my writing and my mental state will improve if I take the time to look after both without feeling forced to rush anything.

Anywhore, how are all of you? And like I said yesterday if you're not taking care of yourselves I will travel to your house and feed you homemade soup :/

Bai Bai duckiez