What We Do is Secret [XOXO]

May 20, 2006

06:15am

Mikey flushed the toilet after his morning piss. He was always the first up. It was so fucking hard to get any sleep in that goddamn house, but he was way past complaining to himself about it. Now all he really needed was a cup of coffee... maybe two. He'd have at least a few minutes to himself before Toro would rise from his coma and then a good hour or so before his brother would whine from the basement about the whereabouts of his cigarettes and how good the coffee smelled. It would take all three of them to get Frank out of bed and thank fuck Bob wasn't back yet from his little freak out, cause if there was one thing Mikey couldn't fucking take anymore was Bob's constant complaining. 

The younger Way brother dragged his feet down the long dark hallway, there was still a chill in the air, but in that house it never really left. They hadn't even been there for a full two months yet and the only thing that seemed to be going right was the music itself. Mikey gave his head a quick shake in an attempt to wake himself. It didn't really work very well... if anything it just gave him slight vertigo for a second. In the moment it took him to scrunch his eyes closed, he nearly fucking fell over whatever the fuck some asshole had left in the hall.

"Oh shit." He muttered, pulling himself together to better see what the fuck he damn near lost his life over and cursed himself for forgetting his glasses in his room. Mikey focused for a minute, taking in the form of a person curled up on a couple of the brown velvet sofa cushions the assailant had obviously snatched from the living room, as well as a pretty damn thin throw over quilt. 'Jesus, aren't you freezing?' "Bert." Mikey lightly kicked at the cushion closest to him but the younger didn't stir. Mikey sighed, crouching down and lightly shaking Bert's shoulder.

"Hmmm." Bert groaned.

"Bert. The fuck you doin' here?" Mikey asked as confused as ever.

Bert groaned some more and sniffed in his state of post coma. "Hmmm... couldn't find Gerard's room." He slurred pulling the quilt over his face.

"That's cause Gerard's room is the basement, you idiot." Mikey chuckled. He couldn't believe Bert had actually decided to sleep in the fucking hallway instead of just asking someone where his brother was. "How'd you even get in here?"

Bert sat up with lightning fast action, blinking and sniffing himself into some sense of focus. "The basement?" Both men stared at each other trying to actually see anything that wasn't completely fuzzy. "I'm an idiot." Bert slapped his hand to his forehead. "Course he's in the basement." He chuckled. Bert was far more used to a lack of sleep than anyone else in the house.

"Dude, How'd you get in here?" Mikey stood up, holding his hand out to pull Bert to his feet, which the younger took and stretched his body out.

"Ahh you know... through the door. Lock-picking skills of a fucking ninja. You should probably check your security." Bert smiled bending over to remove the cushions and throw over. "It's too fucking cold in the living room man... had'ta move this shit in here." The two continued their walk down to the kitchen as Bert dropped his cargo off in the living room.

"Coffee?" Mikey offered walking to the cabinet.

"Nuh... I'ma go find your brother. You comin'a the show t'night?" He asked, one eye open and scratching the back of his head.

"Oh that's t'night?" Mikey shook his brain. Jesus time was really a fucking weird thing in that place. No wonder Bob lost it for a bit there. "Ah... yeah. As far as I know that's still the plan."

"Cool cool. See ya later." Bert lifted his hand for a lazy wave and disappeared back into the darkness of the hallway in search of the basement.

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