And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

I wake up from a smack in the head. Mikey playfully smirks and grabs hold of my hand, helping me up. His dirty blond hair was spiked up wildly and wispy over his glasses, and he looked so cute.

I laughed.“Good morning, Mikes,” I greet, managing to my bed-headed hair. Mikey replied with a “g’morning,” and he escorts me to the kitchen, where Gerard had started to make French toast in some sort of weird way. He was frying a bagel in cinnamon.

“Frank, you’re awake,” he smiled and his eyes met mine. “Did you sleep well, honey?”

I shrugged, and sat down at the Way’s dining table, instantly feeling guilty. Two nice people were allowing me to crash at their place while I lag around being a lazy ass. With my finger, I draw circles over the table’s cloth. My bruises really hurt.

Gerard sets a plate by me, placing a fork in my fingers. “Here you go, sweetie.”

Bored, I stabbed at the bagel toast thing. I have low metabolism, so I was far from hungry. I
continued to play with the food until Gerard starting chuckling. “Am I that bad a chef?”

I smirked. “What gave you the idea I thought so?”

“Well, you are lacerating and murdering my creation, hun.”

I laughed. “Guess I am, huh?”

Gerard and Mikey finished their plates and watched as I toyed with mine. Mikey was eyeing me.

“Stop being such a fruit loop and eat the damn thing,” Mikey demanded. Gerard started laughing, and it was really pleasant to hear him do so.

I chuckled. “How dare you call me a fruit loop!”

Notes

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