Shortiecake's Tiny POV

‘BEEP BEEP FUCKING BEEP!’

I roll my small, weak body over to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. After slapping around at my nightstand a few times, I finally hit the button to turn of the obnoxious beeping. As I open my eyes, the thought of what occurred yesterday made a small smirk spread across my face. I kissed Gerard Way, the one and only. My kiss was the one thing that got him to talk after six months of silence. I could picture us one day living together in a small house with like a dozen cute fucking dogs, a white picket fence, and the best coffee machine imaginable.

I sigh remembering that I have to get up and get ready for my workday. Once I have enough energy to pull myself out of bed, I do so and drag myself to the bathroom. I turn on the water while I take off my onsie pajamas and carefully step into the steamy shower. After scrubbing the shit out of my head and cleaning my body with vanilla scented soap, I drift off thinking about how today’s session with Gerard is going to go and if I will be able to keep my hands off the pale, muscular man with a bit of a broken heart.

After about 20 minutes of shower, I turn the water off and reach for the towel as I’m stepping out of the shower. I head to my kitchen wrapped in my towel to start making coffee while I finish up the rest of my daily rutiene. While the raspberry coffee is dripping into my cup, I drag myself to my room to find some work appropriate clothing.

After finding a nice pair of slacks and a button down shirt, I comb my hair to the side followed by messing it up a little bit with my hands. I go towards the bathroom to remove the lingering smell by brushing my teeth (if you don’t brush your teeth Satan will chew you up and spit you out like the piece of shitty gum you are).

I go back downstairs to grab my black coffee, put my shoes on, and head out the door. I drive to work knowing that my day won’t be too bad, because for once, I will have time for an hour lunch break in between patients.

I arrive at the office building to be greeted by the woman at the desk. After faking a smile at her (that lady is such a bitch some days), I head towards my small office to see an unorganized desk.
***Time Lapse*** (sandwich break)

As my one annoying fucking patient leaves my room, I pull out my peanut butter and jelly sandwich out along with a Snapple. This is lunch for champions bitch.

I begin to think about Gerard who is my upcoming session after my lunch break before I hear a knock on the door. In my most professional voice I tell the random person to come in when in all honesty, I really want to tell this person to fuck off while I eat my sandwich. A larger man walks into my room and I half to do a double take when I see who it is.

“What the fuck are you doing here Bob? I told you that I wanted you out of my life!”

“Frank just let me explain.”

I sigh in agreement as he goes on that he was in a really bad place at the time and that all he wanted was a companion. I could tell he wanted something by the sound of his voice and the fact that the last time he was this nice to me was when he asked me to lend him two thousand dollars, which by the way, he never paid me back for.

“Bob, I can’t forgive you for what you have done for Gerard and if you are here because you need money from me I am going to have to ask you to leave. I have a patient coming in a few minutes and I really want to finish my delicious sandwich before they come back in.”

“Frank here me out man. I need to borrow around five hundred bucks to pay the rent. I promise I will pay you back within the next six months or-“

Bob’s rant was cut off by someone slowly opening the door and stepping in the room.

“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME FRANK!”

Notes

I AM SO SORRY! This is kind of an angry chapter because I had a really shitty day.

Tomorrow's chapter will hopefully be longer or I will try and post two chapters. The feedback is all greatly appreciated cutie pies.

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-fREAK