Never Mind About The Shape I'm In

Frank's smiling, Bob's trembling, and I'm fuming so some one better hide the fucking knives!

I swear if I were a cartoon character there would be smoke coming from my ears.
Maybe I need more coffee. Coffee is soothing and food for the soul.
Maybe I need angermanagement classes.
Maybe I need fucking yoga!
I take deep breaths and approach the coffee table while pouring Frank's coffee.
'Calm the fuck down, Gerard.' I thought 'You have Kellin. Frank's not yours. Don't get jealous.'
I hand Frankie his coffee and pretend not to notce him straddling Bob. I've spent years pretending things don't bother me so it comes naturally.

"Ya want more, Bobert?" I asked as if everything was run of the mill. He noticeablly relaxes, but is still stiff and awkward. I don't ever think I've seen him blush so much.

"Y-yes" He finally replies.
Frank's smirking now.

"He meant coffee." Frank says looking down at Bob.

"Yes, I want more coffee." He says returning to his usual "whatever" face.

I poured him more coffee and when I hand him his cup he flinches. He thought I was going to hit him? Frank's so focused on his cup o' joy he doesn't notice. "T-thanks." Why's he stuttering? Am I that scary? Maybe I DO need fucking yoga.

"Come on Frankie." I say once Frank finishes his coffee "We don't have much time to get to school." I grab Frank by the armpits and yank off of Bob.

"Since when do you care about being on time?"

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