Cliches and Ciggarettes

All of the Poison, All of the Pain

Gerard's POV
The sunlight burnt my eyes, the curtains wide open and light spilling through. Today's hangover was one of the worst I have ever had, one that made my whole body ache, though I thankfully was spared the nausea that- from the noise in the kitchen- plagued one of the others.

Eventually I rolled away from Frank and ventured through to the kitchen to see Mikey sat at the table holding his head and groaning. Looking around for a way to make coffee I realized that Bob's family only have a complicated coffee machine I don't know how to work- Fuck.

Over the next 20 minutes everyone dragged themselves through to the kitchen, even Bob whose house it they were in wasn't willing to figure out the coffee machine. So we walked to the nearest coffee shop, which thankfully was only a five minute walk. When we got there we sat at a table in the darkest corner of the shop. Everyone ordered coffee, and toast.

Sorry this is short, and that it took so long for me to write a chapter but I'm feeling uninspired. -Crazy but not a genius