mikey woke up still seeing black and white. his brother was still a small shade of grey, a speck in this universe. mikey was sure gerard was beautiful in color. hell, gerard was beautiful in no color. no one understood gerard, and therefore, he would stay black and white until someone cared enough. mikey shook out of his trance and rubbed gee’s head, untangling all the knots and stringy parts, letting it fall freely onto the other side of his leg. gerard was a blanket hog, and mikey’s feet were cold, but if gerard smiled in his sleep while having bunches of blankets up to his chin then mikey would catch hypothermia and lose his feet for a moment like that. mikey eased gerard off him and got dressed, making his way into the kitchen. upon further inspection, it seems that bert took the coffee filters and coffee in general. cursing, mikey wrapped a scarf around his neck and jacket and went down the street for coffee.

mikey opened the door to his apartment building wielding two coffees. he

struggles with the coffee whilst trying to get his house key out of his pocket. he sighs in frustration and kicks the door repeatedly, hoping gerard would come to the door. the door opened, but mikey didn’t come face to face with his brother, instead he met a man shorter than him, with definite dyed black hair and skinny jeans. mikey stammers. “you live next door.” the man says, and mikey swears he sees a little bit of color. he passes it off as an illusion and says a quick sorry and moves to his door, which he left unlocked thankfully. mikey doesn’t stop thinking about the man until he sees him a week later.

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