I wake up, the remenace of sleep still clinging to my face. For the past week, I had been terribly buisy in the lab, only being able to get in about 3 hours of sleep a day. Reaching for the purple mask that layed by my bed side, I swiftly tied it around my face. Rubbing my crusty eyes, I slowly made my way out of bed, anticipating yet another day of hard work,training...and dealing with Mikey's new found jokes that came from a tasteless joke book found at the junk yard...I really ought to take that thing away from him, those jokes are starting to give me a headache.
As I opened my bedroom door, the intense change of lighting imediately gave me a series of headaches, stopping me in my tracks. I held my head in my hands, cradling it until the white spots in my vision dissapeared. Making my way to the kitchen, I immediatly went for the coffee machine, making eight cups. The thing is, I'm the only one of all my family that ever drinks coffee, but not a drop is ever wasted.
"Mornin' Donnie," Mikey was the only one else that was up at this time, not wanting to miss his morning cartoons. He tossed Don a box of raisin bran and sat at the table with his own bowl of rice crispies.
"Morning Mikey," Don shifted through the fridge, finding the milk and made his breakfast. When that was done, he sat across from Mikey at the kitchen table, digging his spoon into the cereal.
"Sho Donnbie, Wcha bnn doin in dr lrb?"
Donnie, having more table manners then his younger brother temporarilly put down his spoon, "Just some minor tests with the retro mutagen, and I'm trying to re-wire Metalh-" BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! "Hold on a minute, Mikey."
Don quickly sat up, digging through the cabinates to find his favorite mug that said '#1 Scientist' on it. It had also been the largest mug in the house, being able to fit about six cups of liquid at a time. He then filled his mug to the brim with black coffee, adding only the slightest amount of suger to his bitter drink.
"Blegh, I how can you drink that?" Mikey added to his question by pretending to gag on his cereal.
"Well Mikey, since I don't usually eat as much sweets as you do, my tastebuds are naturally used to bitter things like black coffee. It's also based on opinion, I just like coffee and some people don't. Some people like theirs sweet, as I like mine bitter." Don sat down in his spot, inhaling a large amount of coffee hoping to wake him up a bit.
"I still don't see how you can like that stuff..." Mikey said under his breathe, not wanting another lecture about coffee. He then noticed that his brother was rubbing his head the way he did when he was working hard in the middle of the night.
"Hay Don, you okay?" A bit of concern spread across his face.
"Yea, just a little headache...my fault." Don ended his sentence with an exghausted sigh and downed more of his coffee.
"Don...don't hurt yourself. We don't need your big scienc-y brain to burn a fuse you know." Mikey giggled at his words. Don just looked down into his already half empty mug.
"Say Don, howcome you drink so much coffee anyway? I mean, I know you like the stuff...but you drink it more times a day than I could count."
Don took a moment to think about it. He had several answers to that question, now that he thought about it, he practically ran on coffee, yet he still didn't know how to answer the question.
"Well Mikey...let's just say coffee is my power sorce."