Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear
Go to a show you hope she goes
I've got nothing to say, but it's ok
Good morning, good morning
I wake with a jolt; looking around. Where the hell am I? As I try to get off the bed I notice Mikey’s head laying there, a peaceful look on his face.
I remember last night, how his lips felt on mine, the way he kissed me back after I took a chance. This also brings back memories of what Gee and I talked about, how confused he is…how he saw all the scars.
Looking to my right I see Gerard, staring at me. He looks depressed and upset and just completely confused. I feel terrible. I can only imagine what pain and torture he’s going through right now. He’s being brave though, rejecting the alcohol bottle that sits at the edge of his closet. I’m proud of him and I’m sure Mikey will be too.
“Gee,” I reach up, wiping a tear off his cheek. “Gee, it’ll be alright, we can figure this out, okay?”
He nods, “I just…I want you to be okay as well….”
I don’t want him to be hurting, I don’t want him to worry. I want him to be well… the Gerard he was last night before the Frank thing. I wish I could go back in time and tell Frank not to hang on Gee so much but I can’t…I fucking can’t. I can’t go back all those years ago and not cut and avoid causing Gerard even more pain.
I growl, unable to find any other way to get my frustration out. Gerard rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around me. I’ve not really know either of the Way brothers very long but I feel so close to them. I mean I’m dating Mikey and I feel like Gee and I have this connection…we just get each other.
“I’m glad he has you, Amber,” Gerard says, looking fondly down at his little brother.
“Thank Gee,” I respond, my thumb still on his cheek.
“I hate being so fucking confused, Amber…maybe, maybe I need help.”
“No, you don’t need help, if anyone needs help it’s me,” I answer.
Gerard shakes his head, “Naw…I bet your strong enough to stop by yourself.”
I just shrug, “What you need to do is talk to Frank.”
Gee nods as Mikey yawns, sitting up, and smiling when he sees me. His hair is sticking up everywhere and he is rubbing his eyes. I can’t but laugh, kissing his cheek.
“Morning sleepy head,” I whisper in his ear, handing him his glasses.
Mikey smiles, kissing me back, his hand on my cheek. Heaven, absolute fucking heaven; that’s what it feels like when Mikey’s lips on mine. I am going to get used to this very quickly.
Gee coughs letting us know he’s still in the room. Mikey pulls away, repositioning himself so that he is sitting on my left, his hand on my knee.
“Thank you,” Gerard says rolling his eyes.
“Oh, get over yourself Gerard,” I respond rolling my eyes at him. Gerard sticks his tongue out at me.
“Gee behave,” Mikey says his eyes wide.
Gerard, points to the door, his jaw set. We’re being kicked out. This is worse than I thought. I guess Gee really isn’t in the mood for joking around this morning. I can’t really blame him; he’s got a lot on his mind.
“Come on Mikey, let’s fix breakfast,” I hop off the bed, and head towards the door, Mikey at my heels.
Before walking out I give Gee a sympathetic look and in response he just stares. He’s just upset, I’ll let him be.
“You want breakfast?” Mikey questions as we head upstairs, his hand in mine.
“Well that depends on what you have,” I answer, jumping up on the counter as Mikey goes through the cabinets.
“I can make waffles,” he offers pulling flour out of the cabinet.
I shrug. I really don’t care what we eat as long as I don’t have to make it and it doesn’t come out of the freezer. I’m so tired of frozen food.
“Thank you for letting me stay Mikey,” I say as he begins to mix everything in a bowl.
“Well I couldn’t let my girlfriend get in trouble, now could I,” Mikey jokes coming to stand in front of me.
Leaning my head forward a little I cause our foreheads to press together, “That would have been tragic.”
Mikey smirks, pressing his lips momentarily to mine before moving away to pour some of the mixture into the waffle oven; his eyes never leaving me; he’s adorable. Of course, because he’s not paying attention to what he’s doing, Mikey pours some of the waffle mix onto his hand and the. I laugh, jumping off the counter to get paper towels to clean up.
“Crazy, pay attention to what you’re doing,” I laugh, wiping up the cream coloured batter of the counter as my boyfriend washes his hand.
“I was preoccupied,” Mikey answers, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Well, let the batter preoccupy you for a few minutes,” I respond disposing of the paper towel.
“You’re prettier than the waffle batter.”
“The waffle batter tastes better than I do.”
“If I ate you that’d be cannibalism and I think that’s frowned upon in most societies.”
I can’t help it, I crack up. He’s fucking hilarious. Of course people frown upon cannibals, duh. It’s gross to eat people. Ha, this kid is great.
“That would be correct, Mikey.” I go over to stand next to him. “I don’t think I’d enjoy being eaten.”
“You’d be dead, you wouldn’t feel it.”
The timer goes off and Mikey takes the waffle out of the cooker. He cuts it in half, giving a portion to me before pouring the rest of the batter in the iron, shutting the lid.
“I suppose, but I still don’t like it. I’d be dead then someone would eat me. I mean I don’t think too many people will miss me but I’d rather be put in the ground…not eaten.”
Mikey giggles, kissing my cheek, “I’d miss you and I think Gee would be a little depressed to loose his muse. He’s got like a whole sketch pad of pictures of you.”
As flattering as that should be I don’t feel pleased I kinda feel scared. Yeah Gerard’s a fucking amazing artist but he’s a bit morbid. They could be pictures of crazy shit.
“They’re good, I’ve seen them,” Mikey says handing me another half of waffle.
I don’t know what to say so I just lean back against the counter, looking at Mikey. For the next ten minutes we stand eating, in silence simply enjoying the other person’s presence. I wish every morning could be like this.