Life Doesn't Mean Anything Without Your Love; It Never Has
its all about you
BEEP BEEPBEEP BEEEBEEP BEEBEEBEEP BEEP BEBEP BEBEP.......
amah ,that annoying sound again. I sit up on my bed and turn off the annoying alarm clock. it's time to get up. on my way to the bathroom I look at the clock. 6:30 too early to go to school ha? right but I didn't wake up 6:30 in the fucking morning to go to school so why? what's so more important than sleep? the answer to that question is in my bedroom right now sleeping soundly. after I'm done I wash my hands and go to the bedroom. I open the door and walk in quietly.
I close the door behind me and walk to the bed across from mine without making a sound. it's my brothers bed. the reason I wake up so early in the morning is because of my brother. well it's because I love my brother. so how is that relevant? you are probably thinking everybody loves their brother but no one wakes up an hour early in the fuckin morning because of it. well let me rephrase I do it because I'm in love with my brother. gross ha? I know.
I wake up one hour early every morning just to have enough time to look at my beautiful brother. I don't get to watch him enough during the day because it would probably creep him out if he saw me staring at him. besides he looks breathtaking when he is sleep. he looks like an angle then again he always looks like an angle but when he is sleep.... oh god. I breath and let out a sigh. heh my face is wet, must've been caught up in the moment. it's not the first time that his beauty has brought tears to my eyes.
I take a step forward and sit on the edge of his bed. I want to kiss him so bad but he would probably wake up and kick my ass. don't look at his innocent face and angelic features he is far from an angle more like the devil or something. its devils job to seduce people and make them want to do bad things right?. that's exactly what he does to me. I look at his lips, so full and plumb. I would sell my soul just to taste them once. his mouth is slightly open. he is breathing through his mouth. his chest rises and falls with every breath he takes.
I reach out and caress his chick with the back of my hand. he stirs and leans in to my touch. all of a sudden the tears attack my eyes. oh god if only he'd do that when he was awake id never ask for anything else in my life. then he yawns and turns around in the bed. he is about to wake up. I take a look at the clock on my nightstand -the one with the annoying beep- its 7:20. I didn't even realize that I had been sitting there for almost an hour.
it's time for Gerard to get up. if you leave it to him he is gonna stay in the bed all day. you have to make him get up and it's my job to make sure he is up. well not really but I have made it my job. G has an alarm clock but I don't want him to wake up to the sound of an alarm clock . it's going to annoy him.
I get up and change then I go downstairs to make coffee. after I'm done with the coffee I go back to our room to wake him up. he is half awake now I can tell by his breathing. I kneel next to his bed and mess up his hair
"come on sleepyhead time to get up"
he scrunches his knows and mumbles something then he pulls the covers over his head.
"sorry what was that?" he peaks his head out.
"I sed lea' me a'one 'aicky i waia s'eep" and then pulls his head under the covers again.
cuteness should be considered a crime. I get up and walk to the door
"I guess I'll have all the coffee to myself then."
"coffee!" he quickly sits up which brings a smile to my face. I swear that's the only word he heard in the whole sentence. his ears have sensors for that word.
I look at him and smile "get up and be ready in 5 or ill drink it all" and then I get out and go to the kitchen. mom is already up she is sitting at the table sipping on her coffee and reading the paper.
" 'morning mom "
" good morning sweetie"
I pour Gerard a cup of coffee and add a little milk and half a spoon of sugar. just how he likes it. speak of "the devil". I turn around and see Gerard standing in the doorway ready for school. wow it took like what? 2 minutes? I pour myself the last of the coffee. he looks at the mug.
"you drank it all you motherfucker"
"watch your language gerard." I hear mom say.
"yours is on the table."
he opens the refrigerator and takes out the milk then sits on his usual chair and takes a sip. He turns to me and arches his eyebrows, giving me a questioning look. I smile in answer.
"you are the best Mickey."
my insides melt upon hearing that sentence
"hurry up and finish it. we are gonna be late for school."
amah ,that annoying sound again. I sit up on my bed and turn off the annoying alarm clock. it's time to get up. on my way to the bathroom I look at the clock. 6:30 too early to go to school ha? right but I didn't wake up 6:30 in the fucking morning to go to school so why? what's so more important than sleep? the answer to that question is in my bedroom right now sleeping soundly. after I'm done I wash my hands and go to the bedroom. I open the door and walk in quietly.
I close the door behind me and walk to the bed across from mine without making a sound. it's my brothers bed. the reason I wake up so early in the morning is because of my brother. well it's because I love my brother. so how is that relevant? you are probably thinking everybody loves their brother but no one wakes up an hour early in the fuckin morning because of it. well let me rephrase I do it because I'm in love with my brother. gross ha? I know.
I wake up one hour early every morning just to have enough time to look at my beautiful brother. I don't get to watch him enough during the day because it would probably creep him out if he saw me staring at him. besides he looks breathtaking when he is sleep. he looks like an angle then again he always looks like an angle but when he is sleep.... oh god. I breath and let out a sigh. heh my face is wet, must've been caught up in the moment. it's not the first time that his beauty has brought tears to my eyes.
I take a step forward and sit on the edge of his bed. I want to kiss him so bad but he would probably wake up and kick my ass. don't look at his innocent face and angelic features he is far from an angle more like the devil or something. its devils job to seduce people and make them want to do bad things right?. that's exactly what he does to me. I look at his lips, so full and plumb. I would sell my soul just to taste them once. his mouth is slightly open. he is breathing through his mouth. his chest rises and falls with every breath he takes.
I reach out and caress his chick with the back of my hand. he stirs and leans in to my touch. all of a sudden the tears attack my eyes. oh god if only he'd do that when he was awake id never ask for anything else in my life. then he yawns and turns around in the bed. he is about to wake up. I take a look at the clock on my nightstand -the one with the annoying beep- its 7:20. I didn't even realize that I had been sitting there for almost an hour.
it's time for Gerard to get up. if you leave it to him he is gonna stay in the bed all day. you have to make him get up and it's my job to make sure he is up. well not really but I have made it my job. G has an alarm clock but I don't want him to wake up to the sound of an alarm clock . it's going to annoy him.
I get up and change then I go downstairs to make coffee. after I'm done with the coffee I go back to our room to wake him up. he is half awake now I can tell by his breathing. I kneel next to his bed and mess up his hair
"come on sleepyhead time to get up"
he scrunches his knows and mumbles something then he pulls the covers over his head.
"sorry what was that?" he peaks his head out.
"I sed lea' me a'one 'aicky i waia s'eep" and then pulls his head under the covers again.
cuteness should be considered a crime. I get up and walk to the door
"I guess I'll have all the coffee to myself then."
"coffee!" he quickly sits up which brings a smile to my face. I swear that's the only word he heard in the whole sentence. his ears have sensors for that word.
I look at him and smile "get up and be ready in 5 or ill drink it all" and then I get out and go to the kitchen. mom is already up she is sitting at the table sipping on her coffee and reading the paper.
" 'morning mom "
" good morning sweetie"
I pour Gerard a cup of coffee and add a little milk and half a spoon of sugar. just how he likes it. speak of "the devil". I turn around and see Gerard standing in the doorway ready for school. wow it took like what? 2 minutes? I pour myself the last of the coffee. he looks at the mug.
"you drank it all you motherfucker"
"watch your language gerard." I hear mom say.
"yours is on the table."
he opens the refrigerator and takes out the milk then sits on his usual chair and takes a sip. He turns to me and arches his eyebrows, giving me a questioning look. I smile in answer.
"you are the best Mickey."
my insides melt upon hearing that sentence
"hurry up and finish it. we are gonna be late for school."
7/13/13