Act Four: Consciousness, Part One
Frankie walked over to Mikey and pushed himself up, to sit on the kitchen counter.
“Mikey, I just … I don’t know what’s up with him, I tried, I looked for anything- any sigh that he would be okay … but he, I couldn’t see anything,” Frankie said while he reached over Mikey’s shoulders, and grabbed the coffee pot.
“I know,” Mikey said staring at the tile floor. Frankie jumped off the counter and got creamer out of the fridge.
“Well, your too stressed, of course this situation is a bit worrisome but, it could be worse you know …” Frankie said in a “I told you so” voice, Walking over to the lavender speckled kitchen table of the Way house. Mikey followed. “What, no creamer?” Frankie joked trying to lighten to mood.
“Nope, I like my coffee black just like my metal,” Mikey replied, quoting lyrics from a Mindless Self Indulgence song, with a smile. Frankie smiled back, and felt a bit accomplished knowing he’d made Mikey feel somewhat better. They both sat down in the corresponding lavender and white chairs.
All of the blinds in the house were closed and the few rays that reflected off the blinds were just enough to see.
Mikey and Frankie had been peacefully relaxing at the kitchen table enjoying they’re coffee, until the knob of Gerard’s door twisted, and the door creaked open.
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it kinda reminds me of my zomg dayz n.n people tried to cheer me up with songs n_n
honestly, i think you use your words really well do describe the scene...lol Frankie has had like a whole pot of coffee >.< heart