My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 10

We get to my apartment in 20 minutes, the coffees we just drank buzzing in our systems. The exhaustion that had taken us over earlier is gone.

At Starbucks, we'd shared our drinks- both drank half of what we'd ordered and then switched. I preferred what I originally got, but Poison's drink was very nice too.

Now, in the present, I unlock my apartment door. Poison is laughing about something I said, and for a moment I imagine this being a normal, everyday thing- coming home with Gerard after hanging out God knows where and then spending the night with each other.

But alas, it's not a reality I can have, so I mentally slap myself and return to my task of opening the door. I succeed and kick it open proudly, then step away to let Poison in. They get inside and I follow them, remembering to lock the door for once.

Gerard throws their leather jacket on the couch and sits down, immediately looking right at home. I throw my jacket next to theirs and fall down next to them. They ruffle my hair lazily and I find myself leaning into it.

Damn I'm gone for this guy.

I turn to look at them. "You want anything? We could make sandwiches."

They nod in agreement. "That'd be nice. That is, if you don't mind of course."

"Of course I don't."

They grin and jump up, looking very excited. It's adorable. "Hell yeah. Where's your kitchen?"

I nod towards the general direction and Poison runs off immediately. I don't know if it's because they consumed too much caffeine or if they're just happy in general, but they're cute so doesn't matter.

I follow them and see them already looking through my fridge. They throw some bread at me, it hits me right in the face. I stagger backwards a little, they laugh at that. Rolling my eyes but unable to stop my smile, I throw the bread on the counter before looking through what they got for the other ingredients. We have.. butter, mayonnaise? what the fuck., a sausage (nice. But why), cheese and a tomato that looks like it'll die.

Fun.

I take out four slices of bread and lay them on the counter. Poison is opening the box with butter in it, and I just know they will make questionable jokes about this. Their eyes have that glint in them, it's quite a familiar sight to me by now.

"Don't you dare." I glare at them, hoping I seem intimidating. But of course, I can't bring myself to actually look mad, so Party just snorts and smirks in a way that clearly says 'I'd like to see you try to stop me.'

That motherfucker.

I punch their shoulder and take the butter away from them, getting ready to put it on the sandwiches myself instead. Party's jokes are funny but I can't deal with them right now. I'm still feeling too gay. I keep an eye on Gerard, who looks frustrated about me having taken their chance of being hilarious. I stick my tongue out at them and they roll their eyes.

I hand the butter to Poison to put it back in the fridge (along with the mayonnaise. I am not letting Party put mayonnaise on a sandwich. Do you realize the damage it could have?? They will make it sexual. I know.) and get back to the sandwiches. I don't trust the single tomato so I put it away, luckily I find a cucumber instead. I cut that into tiny slices along with the sausage and set them on the bread, adding some cheese to mine. Finished, I give Gee one sandwich and bite into the other. I jump up on the kitchen counter to sit there and Poison joins me.

We eat our sandwiches in silence. After finishing, Party looks at me. "Hey Ghoul? Would it be okay if I took a shower here?"

"Sure thing," I reply, "it's the second door on the right. I can find you some more comfortable clothes to wear, too."