The Fic Without a Title

Gerard’s POV
I jumped at the feeling of someone shaking me awake. Yelping in fear, I started to scramble backwards until a voice came to accompany the hand.

“Gerard! Gee, calm down, it’s just me!” I slowly opened my eyes to find that the voice did in fact belong to my brother. “Look bro, it’s 6 AM, you always have me wake you up then…”

“Coffee.” I mumbled, rubbing at my eyes.

“Right here.” Mikey laughed good-naturedly, handing me the steaming cup of heaven. I drank some eagerly, the heat and caffeine already working to wake up my brain.

“’M up…” I yawned, stretching. “Now get out.” Mikey rolled his eyes and left the room, closing the door behind him. I rolled out of bed and scratched my head. My fingers were met with greasy locks of hair, at which I wrinkled my nose. I needed a shower. I grabbed a dry-ish, clean-ish towel off the floor, tossing it over my shoulder and walking into the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Turning on the water, I began to undress. Steam filled the small room and I finally walked into the little box.

I let the water run over my form, scrubbing away the dirt and grime until I felt fresh and clean. I turned on the fan and wrapped a towel around my waist, humming as I stepped out of the bathroom. I started looking for clothes, my towel pooling at my feet as I forgot it. That is, until I heard a squeak from behind me.

“Gerard?”

Notes

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