Gerard groans and bats at whoever's enough of an asshole to come poking at him in the morning, then burrows deeper into his duvet.
"Gee, no, come on." And suddenly there's a weight in his bed and, what the fuck, someone, no, that's a dog, licking his face and Gerard can hear Mikey laughing like he almost never does, not that loudly.
"You gotta come see this," says Mikey, ignoring Gerard's yelps because the dog is just not giving up, dammit. "I have coffee," Mikey adds, and Gerard finally gives up the struggle and sits up, making gimme hands.
After draining half the cup in one go, he gets out of bed and roots around for a marginally clean shirt. Him and Mikey are back in Jersey for the week, because everyone needed a break from the album. Gerard had kind of thought that the 'break' part wouldn't mean he had to get up three hours before he normally did, though. Stupid little brothers, they never stop being obnoxious.
Mikey sighs at him impatiently when he takes too long and then tells him to put on a sweater.
Gerard is appalled. "Wait, you mean we're going outside? What the fuck, Mikey--"
"Yeah we are, just on the porch. Bring your blanket if you're going to be, like, a pussy about it."
And they do, they go outside, Gerard mutinously wrapped in his duvet and muttering about cold and people who have stupid ideas in the morning, and then, and then--
The trees in the back yard are bright red and yellow, blazing and burning and Gerard forgets about the cold in the air and just stares. He knows Mikey is smug as shit right now, but he doesn't care, he wants to draw, to paint, but he's going to just look for a while, just look until he knows he won't forget. Leaning against Mikey, keeping the cold away, he stands there until he feels like he's drowning in fire.
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Date: 2009-10-07 08:02 pm (UTC)Gerard groans and bats at whoever's enough of an asshole to come poking at him in the morning, then burrows deeper into his duvet.
"Gee, no, come on." And suddenly there's a weight in his bed and, what the fuck, someone, no, that's a dog, licking his face and Gerard can hear Mikey laughing like he almost never does, not that loudly.
"You gotta come see this," says Mikey, ignoring Gerard's yelps because the dog is just not giving up, dammit. "I have coffee," Mikey adds, and Gerard finally gives up the struggle and sits up, making gimme hands.
After draining half the cup in one go, he gets out of bed and roots around for a marginally clean shirt. Him and Mikey are back in Jersey for the week, because everyone needed a break from the album. Gerard had kind of thought that the 'break' part wouldn't mean he had to get up three hours before he normally did, though. Stupid little brothers, they never stop being obnoxious.
Mikey sighs at him impatiently when he takes too long and then tells him to put on a sweater.
Gerard is appalled. "Wait, you mean we're going outside? What the fuck, Mikey--"
"Yeah we are, just on the porch. Bring your blanket if you're going to be, like, a pussy about it."
And they do, they go outside, Gerard mutinously wrapped in his duvet and muttering about cold and people who have stupid ideas in the morning, and then, and then--
The trees in the back yard are bright red and yellow, blazing and burning and Gerard forgets about the cold in the air and just stares. He knows Mikey is smug as shit right now, but he doesn't care, he wants to draw, to paint, but he's going to just look for a while, just look until he knows he won't forget. Leaning against Mikey, keeping the cold away, he stands there until he feels like he's drowning in fire.