Queen oneshots

Patch you up : Dealor

Johns POV:
I was harshly awoken my the sound of my alarm clock alerting me it was time to get up.
I begrudgingly opened my eyes, and even though my room was only dimly lit as the curtains were still drawn, I had to squint as my eyes hadn't quite gotten used to the daylight.

I flung my duvet off of my self and rolled over onto my back. I looked up at the ceiling and let the fact that it was the morning settle in. I let out a loud groan as I remembered I had school. I pressed my finger tips into my eyes until I saw different colours and shapes in the inside of my eyelids. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, the soft carpet feeling so nice on my bare feet.

I went into the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and striped off my boxers, climbing into the shower. I know it sounds psychotic but I always had a cold shower in the morning, not because I enjoyed them (which I certainly didn't) but because it really woke me up. I stood in the bathtub, twice shower head above me and placed my hand on the cold metal shower tap. I turned it on and let out a gasp as the cold water made contact with me skin. I soon adjusted to the coldness of the water, yet still was majorly uncomfortable. After a few minutes I simply couldn't stand the cold anymore and turned the tap off.

I stepped out of the bath onto the bathroom mat, which I dried my feet on not wanting to make the bathroom floor wet. I grabbed my towel and began drying off my skinny frame. Once I was dried I wrapped the towel around my body and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was very pale and my lips had turned blue from the temperature of the water. I ran a hand through my short, wet hair. I might grow it out, long hair for men was slowly coming into fashion after all.

I retreated back to my bedroom, going over to my wardrobe to pick out what I was going to wear. Since I was in sixth form I didn't have to wear uniform anymore. I wanted to just throw on a hoodie and some jeans but although we didn't have to wear school uniform we still had to dress smart. I put on a white shirt and some black trousers, along with a faded yellow tie and a blazer.

I went down the stairs, the lights where still all off so I presumed my Mum was still sleeping. I went into the kitchen, switching on the light I peered out side to see that it was still dark. It was winter and 6:30 in the morning so I wasn't surprised. I filled up the kettle wit enough water for myself and my mum, and placed it on the stove. I got out two mugs and placed an Earl Grey tea bag in one and two tea spoons of instant coffee in the other. I would love a coffee machine but we really don't have a lot of money so instant will make do. I put a piece of bread in the toaster and got out the milk and butter from the fridge. I did a lot around the house, since Dad left Mum hasn't exactly in the best mindset, I didn't mind though. He had never really been the greatest of Dads so I didn't really miss him much. I didn't hate him though, because of the effects on Mum, she used to be so happy and always put and about- but now she just stayed in bed most of the time. My thoughts were interrupted by the kettle screaming, I rushed over to it taking it off the stove. I poured the contents of it into the two mugs, and prepared the drinks. Just as I was done with the tea and coffee my toast popped out from the toaster, I took it out and spread some butter over it. I picked up both of the mugs and placed the toast in my mouth. I steadily walked up the stairs, being careful as not to spill the boiling hot contents of the mugs onto my bare skin.

First I went into my room placing down my coffee and toast on my desk and then walked over to my Mums room. I slowly opened the door, although the room was dark I could make out the shape of her sleeping body. It was nearing to 7 O'clock and I decided she had to wake up. I opened her curtains letting the light flood into the room, she let out a load groan and buried her face deep into her pillow trying to hide from the light.
"Morning Mum. It's time to wake up, look I bright you some tea." I spoke, placing the tea down on her night stand. She just grunted in reply. Sometimes it felt like I was the Mother.