A late update.

(aka Movies with My Chemical Romance.)

Gerard:

"You're joking."

"Nope," you said, popping the 'p' for extra emphasis as you rounded the kitchen island and started for the living room, Gerard behind you, "I'm dead serious."

"But it's the most iconic Christmas movie ever," Gerard stated softly as he shook his head, trying to comprehend how in the hell you hadn't seen the film.

"See, that's where you're wrong," you pointed a finger at him as you sat down on the sofa, pulling the blanket over your body, "I can think of a ton of other Christmas movies that are more iconic. The Nightmare Before Christmas, for example."

Gerard sighed as he plopped down next to you. "Alright, maybe it's not the most iconic," he conceded as you nodded in agreement, "But it's definitely in the top five. Top three, even. I seriously can't believe that you haven't seen it."

You shrugged and slipped further into the comfort of the sofa, lifting your legs and then resting them over Gerard's; he was still shaking his head and sputtering in disbelief.

"I just never got around to it," you stated simply.

"Alright, well, we have to do something about that," Gerard tsked, gently moving your legs off of him so that he could stand up and grab the remote from the TV stand.

Resuming his position of lounging next to you, he brought up the Netflix site and began scrolling through the Christmas movie collection, looking for the one you had yet to watch.

His eyes lit up once he found it, and with a few clicks of the remote, he had started the film.

"I'm gonna go make us some snacks," you said, starting to get up. Gerard pushed you back down.

"No!" he protested, and you flinched slightly at the sudden rise in volume, "I'll go get the snacks. You stay here and watch. You're gonna love it," he beamed as he rose from the sofa, and you couldn't help but smile at his excitement.

"Okay, baby," you cooed, repositioning yourself as your boyfriend walked to the kitchen – backwards so that he could make sure that you were paying attention to the screen.

~Approximately 1 hour and 55 minutes later~

"Annnnndddddd?" Gerard questioned with a creepy smile once the movie had ended, leaning in so much that he was practically laying on top of you, "It was amazing, wasn't it? It was. Right? Right?"

"Uh," you responded, gently pushing him away, "Yeah, it was alright."

Gerard's face fell. "Just 'alright'?"

"Well..." you tilted your head side to side before sighing, "The movie itself wasn't really that bad. I mean, watching the kid come up with all those elaborate booby-traps and then seeing how the bad guys suffer through them is really entertaining. Except that..." you sighed again.

"Except what?" Gerard frowned, annoyed that you didn't instantly fall in love with the film.

"The movie is called 'Home Alone', and watching it, it makes sense why that would be the title. Until you realise that there is no real reason why he has to be alone."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a young boy living in a suburban area... why doesn't he just go and hang out with his friends? Or at least invite them over."

Gerard looked at you for a moment, sitting silent and unblinking. Then, a minute later...

"Motherfucker."

Ray:

"Can we please watch something else?" you groaned, practically pleading with your boyfriend to not put on that damned movie, "This is the fifth time we've watched 'Elf'. And it's only November 4th."

"It's a great movie, (Y/N)," Ray replied calmly, not at all put off by your recurring grunts and groans of disapproval; he proceeded to insert the disc into the DVD player, grinning crookedly as the screen lit up with the starting trailers.

"It is," you agreed, "But not when it's played on a continuous loop!"

Ignoring you, Ray grabbed the bowl of popcorn and starting munching away, perfectly content.

"What did I do to deserve this?" you huffed, throwing yourself into the nearby throw pillows as Ray became engrossed in the movie, paying no attention to you whatsoever.

~

Over the course of the next few weeks, 'Elf' was essentially the only thing that was played on the TV in your house (you managed to sneak in a quick screening of The Grinch when Ray was at the studio one day), and it was driving you absolutely bonkers. You couldn't understand how someone could watch the same movie on repeat for weeks on end and not get sick of it, but Ray somehow managed to do just that. It was annoying, to say the least. But if he could be annoying, so could you.

"Hey, (Y/N), come cuddle with me!"

"Not now, Artic Puffin!" you called back, making Ray furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"Did you just... quote 'Elf'?"

"I planned out our whole day," you replied, ignoring his question and strolling over to stand in front of him, "First we'll make snow angels for two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle."

"You did it again," he pointed out, to which you gave him a broad smile, "What's going on? And why are you smiling so evilly?"

"I just like to smile," you shrugged, widening your smile, "Smiling's my favourite."

"Okay, haha, very funny," he snorted once he finally caught on to what was happening, "I see what you're doing. You're trying to annoy me just like I've been annoying you. Well, guess what? It's not gonna work."

"YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES!"

~

The next day, you happily bounded your way into Target, a worn out and noticeably irritated Ray trailing sluggishly behind you. You hadn't stopped quoting 'Elf' since you started yesterday and although he wouldn't admit it, you knew it was starting to have the desired effect on Ray.

'Deck The Halls' started playing over the loudspeaker, and you let out a gleeful gasp before singing along heartily.

"I'm singing!" you exclaimed rather loudly, gaining a few weirded out looks from surrounding customers, and a wide-eyed gaze from Ray, "I'm in a store and I'm singing!"

"(Y/N)," Ray scolded through clenched teeth, "Cut it out."

"Why, Ray? The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!"

He let out a booming groan before finally giving in. "Alright, alright, okay? You win. I'll never watch 'Elf' again. Just please, for the love of God, stop quoting that stupid movie!"

You scoffed, yet a sliver of pride coursed through you. "It's a great movie, Ray."

Mikey:

"Baby, I'm gonna put on a Christmas movie, alright?" Mikey called out to you, removing the disc from the cover and placing it in the player.

"Oooo," you gushed, walking from the bathroom to the living room, "Which one?" Mikey handed the cover to you and continued setting the movie up, "'It's A Wonderful Life'. Aw, it sounds so cute, babe, of course we can watch it."

~Approximately 2 hours and 15 minutes later~

"YOU MONSTER," you growled through a train of sniffles and an endless flow of tears, "Why would you do this to me?"

"I love this movie," came his emotionless response as he handed you some more tissues from the box on the coffee table.

"Yeah, but you know how emotional I get! I cry for commercials, damn it," you grumbled, lightly punching your boyfriend in the arm, "How could you make me watch this?"

"It's really not that bad. I think you're overreacting."

"Your opinion is invalid since you have no fucking emotions at all!"

"Hey," he defended, "I cried that one time when you were in the hospital, remember?"

"That was only because you thought you killed me," you retorted, "You showed emotion by default."

"Yeah, well..." he trailed off, chucking a block of chocolate in his mouth and returning his gaze to the TV, which was now displaying some re-runs of sitcoms.

You frowned as you stared at your boyfriend with a hardened glare. He didn't acknowledge you at first, but when he did, he exhaled heavily.

"What?"

"You're a horrible human being."

"Okay."

"I mean it. I can't even look at you right now."

"And yet you are."

You averted your gaze immediately, folding your arms and focusing your attention on the sitcom.

"You know you can't stay mad at me," he whispered, trailing his fingers along your thigh.

Gathering all of your will power, you shoved him away before quickly getting up and storming off.

"Where are you going?!"

"To have a wonderful life. Without you!"

Frank:

"December is Star Wars month," you argued, shoving Frank out of the way of the DVD player, "I have to watch it!"

"Hey, you know what other month December is? CHRISTMAS MONTH!" he sassed, shoving you back, "We're going to watch a Christmas movie!"

"No, we're not," you growled, shoving him with all of your might, resulting in a shocked and marginally pissed-off Frank falling to the ground. You used the advantage of him being on the floor to hurriedly place the disc into the player. "HA!" you bellowed triumphantly, sticking out your tongue.

Frank ran his tongue along his teeth as he slowly picked himself up off of the floor. "Okay. Alright. If that's how you wanna play it, fine. Just know that I won't be participating in this disrespect to holiday films," he jeered, gathering his copy of 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas' before stomping towards the stairs, "I'll be upstairs," he called over his shoulder, "watching a Christmas movie like a normal person!"

"Normal people all know that a Star Wars marathon in December is absolutely necessary!" you yelled back, earning a guttural groan from your roommate in response.

Rolling your eyes, you turned up the volume on the TV and got comfortable on the recliner, sighing blissfully once the iconic intro rolled onto the screen.

"Daa daa da da da da da, da da da da da, da da da daaaaaa," you sang along happily, smiling widely as the joy of watching your favourite movie took over you. But as was customary in your living arrangements, Frank ruined it.

The opening narration of 'The Grinch' began playing – at a volume exponentially louder than was necessary – and you closed your eyes while inhaling, trying not to get irritated.

Calmly, you reached for the remote and turned the volume of your movie up enough to drown Frank's out.

Not too long after, the intrusive sound of dialogue in 'The Grinch' filtered through to your ears once again.

You turned your movie up even louder.

But then, so did Frank.

Then, you turned it up again.

So did Frank.

You.

Frank.

You.

Frank.

You.

Fra-

The distinct sound of your friend yelling in distress cut through the air. "SON OF A BITCH, (Y/N)! THE SPEAKERS BLEW!"

You chuckled evilly, thrilled that you had won. But your elation was short lived, since the speakers in the living room blew as well. You yelped and jumped in your seat, since you weren't expecting it. But once the initial shock wore off, the anger started bubbling up inside of you.

"FRANK, YOU IDIOT!"

"I'M AN IDIOT?" he scoffed, rushing into the living room, "THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU JUST AGREED TO WATCH 'THE GRINCH' INSTEAD!"

"STAR WARS COMES FIRST!" you argued, "AND THE STUPID SPEAKERS WOULDN'T HAVE BLOWN IF YOU HADN'T STARTED A VOLUME WAR IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"AND I WOULDN'T HAVE STARTED A VOLUME WAR IF YOU WOULD'VE JUST WATCHED MY MOVIE AND CUDDLED WITH ME!"

"Wait, what?"

"What?"

You slowly got up from your seat and walked over to him, eyes narrowed; he looked nervous, to say the least. "All of this was just because you wanted me to cuddle with you?"

Slumping his shoulders dejectedly and rolling his eyes, he caved. "Yes, okay! The plan was to put on a nice festive movie, make some hot chocolate and snuggle. But you ruined it!"

Amusedly, you raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "Why didn't you just say so? We could've snuggled during Star Wars too."

"Psh," he snorted, "As if that would ever happen. You get way too excited and jittery while watching Star Wars; there's no way you would've sat still enough for us to cuddle."

"True," you nodded, cocking your head to the side before looking at your frazzled roommate and giving him a small smile – coupled with the usual eye roll of course – and extended your hand out to him, "C'mon."

"Where are we going?" he asked in confusion, but still gladly took your hand.

"To cuddle. But we'll have to settle for Netflix on the laptop. Thanks to you."

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