I stare at my ceiling, my arms and legs tangled in bed sheets. My sweat shirt at an odd angle, my hair tangled and messy, and my pants riding up on me. It's exactly 3:47 am and I am wide awake. I listen to my ceiling fan as it haphazardly swings back a forth. I slowly shift my body to the side and I am met with the face of my significant other. I stare at him. His pale complexion still visible in the darkness, his black hair tangled and strewn over one eye, his mouth hangs open slightly and I listen to his slow and steady breathing. "How did I get so lucky," I whisper as to not wake him. He shifts a bit then mumbles something incomprehensible. I turn back over to my side and read my clock, 5:32. It's already been 2 hours.
I slowly get out of bed as to not wake him and meander over to my closet. I grab a pair of clean black jeans and a black jumper and slip them on. I walk over to the bathroom and brush out my vibrant red hair and walk into the kitchen. I start up our ancient coffee machine, praying that it wouldn't break down, and start to make coffee when I hear someone call my name
"Gerard..." I slowly put down my coffee and walk back to my bedroom. I peak behind the door frame and see him staring back at me.
"Yes Frank?" I reply.
"Why are you up so early? I know you and you are not a morning person." He says groggily.
"I couldn't sleep, I made coffee though. Want any?" I say, my words slurred and tired for I had not yet consumed any caffeine. Frank sits up, stretches, and walks over to me as he carefully places his head on my shoulder.
"Hell yeah," he replies, still half asleep.
Frank is short for his age, about 5'6. His black, straight hair stands out against his pale complexion and covers one of his hazel eyes. He's tall and lanky wearing only some black sweat pants and a Misfits T-shirt.
I slowly nudge him off my shoulder, kiss his forehead, and make my way back to the kitchen.
Frank walks in 3 minutes later. His hair is combed and he's applied a layer of black eyeliner to his eyes. He takes my fresh coffee from my hands and sits at our table. "Hey..that's my coffee," I say, trying my best to sound tough but end up sounding like a child. "Oh, do you want it back?" He replies, a little more awake now that's he has finished off half of my cup. "I at least want a taste yeah. I didn't get any," Frank slowly gets up and walks over to me. He looks me right in the eyes and finishes off my coffee. "Meanie," I reply and cross my arms like a child. "Good god Gerard. Why are you so cute?" He giggles lightly. In reality, his giggle is the cutest thing ever. "I'm not cute Frankie..." I pout. He giggles again and proceeds to grab the tip of my chin and kiss me softly. Coffee and Frank. My 2 favorite things. "Happy now that you've tasted your coffee?" He says, blushing a bit. "Yeah."