Gerard’s pov

When I woke up the next morning, Frank was wrapped around me like a vine, making it extremely hard to get up. Great. Just what I need when I have to pee and shower. I nudge him slightly, earning a groan into my neck.

“Frankieeeee."

“whaaaaaaa-“

“I need to piss and you’ve got me trapped babe.”

Frank willingly let me go and I got up to quietly pee and go make breakfast. I didn’t really know what he wanted so I didn’t stray far from bacon and pancakes. I set out orange juice just in time for Frank to come stumbling out, rubbing his eyes and a blanket dragging limply behind him.

“You’re adorable.” I whisper, pulling Frank towards me and enveloping him in an embrace. He sniffs the air and sighs.

“Gerard, I hate to tell you this, but I don’t eat meat.”

My face falls, and I recover quickly.

“I made pancakes! Separate pan and everything!” I speak excitedly, knowing the pancakes were a good choice. Frank smiles, and with that we settle down for breakfast, planning to spend the entire day together until I have to take Frank to work.

Notes

God, I'm sorry its short. I'm writing this on my phone in the middle of the night at a sleepover. No one would leave me alone at all. I apologize for the lateness as well? Thanks for letting me be a part of this anyways! xx - icediero