Sense of Elation

Chapter 1/1

Frank wakes up to a knockoff of a Flock of Seagulls haircut and a craving for coffee about as strong as the smell of his breath. Which is not dandy, in case you were wondering. He groans and looks up at the ceiling which is white and boring, unlike his dream which was weird and he's already forgotten what the hell it was about.

Frank half stands, but mostly he just rolls out of the bed, and nearly flops onto the floor. He makes a small thud anyway, even though he doesn't quite fall to the floor. Frank's pretty groggy right now and he's not going to start functioning properly until he has some caffeine. He's like a cell phone, he needs to be charged or he doesn't do shit and he beeps at you.

He makes his way to the bathroom, because he needs his coffee but he also needs to piss. Frank's eyes are barely open, and honestly, he's not sure why he's awake right now. Really, he should've just gone back to bed, but he didn't feel like it. He just decided it was better to wake up, and he's not quite sure why that was what sounded easiest.

He must've turned into a zombie or something, because all Frank knows is that he's standing in front of the coffeemaker and it's making a whining sound like Chewbacca having an orgasm. Frank yells at it, because the most logical thing he can think to do is yell at the coffee maker.

Frank knows he's forgetting something. Maybe he didn't do this dishes last night, or he left the TV on. That doesn't sound like it. He's forgotten something, but he'll just have to wait for whatever it is to come to him.

Eventually though, the darn thing starts to spurt out the coffee which tastes like dirt, and Frank really needs to replace this thing, because it's insane how much shit he goes through because of his coffee addiction.

"Fucking nasty," Frank mutters at it, and downs half his cup because it's best to take this shit like medicine, and get it down as quickly as he can take it. This would all be so much easier if he didn't depend on coffee to not fall asleep doing daily tasks such as breathing, and pumping blood.

"Morning," someone says, wrapping his arms around Frank's waist from behind him. Frank smiles, even though he feels sleepy and isn't in the mood to socialize quite yet. Thing is, he's never going to get used to that.

"Let me finish this," Frank says, and he scrunches up his nose so that he can glug down the rest of the sludge.

"Coffee more important than me?"

Frank shrugs, "I can't appreciate you if I'm about to fall asleep, Gerard."

"I need coffee too," Gerard says, "but that shit coffee isn't worth it."

"Don't you insult the coffee maker, I found that thing for like ten bucks at a flea market."

"Who buys appliances at a flea market?"

"Apparently I do," Frank says.

"I should buy you a new one. Speaking of, merry Christmas."

"Oh that's what I was forgetting," Frank says, feeling like a complete idiot, because no normal person forgets what holiday it is to the caliber of Christmas.

"Please don't tell me you actually forgot about fucking Christmas," Gerard says.

"Okay, I didn't forget," Frank says, "I just had a momentary lapse in memory."

"So you forgot."

"Alright maybe," Frank says, and he turns around to look at Gerard whose hair can't actually be that nice when he just woke up. There's no way that's natural. He's just too perfect, it's annoying. Gerard's so perfect, if he bowls, the pins probably knock themselves down so as not to inconvenience him.