Never Mind About The Shape I'm In

FRANK'S POV

I woke to a clicking noise coming from above my head.
As my vision became less fuzzy and I came to I realize I'm cuddled into Gerard's side. It's a Friday, so I have one more day of hell before I get to work on my music and my crush-thing. My car broke down, but I never really drove it because I preferred Bob's.
I started to remove my body from beneath Gerard's arm and instantly missed the heat and warmth.

"You up, Frankie?"
I loved when he called me that. When I look up I see him with phone in hand.

"Yep" I reply popping the "p". I look Gerard over one more time and try to commit the topless, pantless beauty that he his to memory.

"Dibs on first shower." He ruffles my hair -he's the only person I let do that- and lifts the comforter to remove himself from the bed. Letting the cold winter air threaten me with cold.

"Don't take too long!" I whine. I need the water to warm me up.

"I wont" he called over his shoulder while strolling to the bathroom upstairs. I shamelessly watch him walk and am entranced by his swaying with a certain swagger. Now that I think of it, his stature would either make people swoon and flock to him or cower in fear and call the cops.

I check his phone in curiosity to see who he was texting. Or rather to make sure he wasn't texting some one... Kellin. I get that they were dating and some shit, but Gerard will be mine.
(God, I sound like some sassy rich bitch.)

Notes

There's more on the Way.

*wink wink* Did you catch that pun?