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Frank woke up at the crisp, early time of 12:30 in the afternoon. He reached over to the other side of the bed to find it devoid of the pink-haired drummer whom he called his boyfriend. He stretched and grabbed his phone. He had one text from Gerard, a picture of Bandit sledding, which was adorable, a few Instagram notifications, and a missed call from an unknown number. He stretched again and got out of bed. His latest tattoo, a matching one with Josh, itched, and he resisted the urge to scratch it.
Shirtless, he trudged into the kitchen of their apartment, bleary-eyed and half asleep. Josh was in the corner, playing his electric drum set with headphones on. He nodded at Frank, to which he waved. They both knew, coffee first, always.
Josh stopped playing with a frustrated groan, and stood up. Frank was leaning against the counter, playing with his lip ring, and watching Josh.
“Sleep alright, babe?” Josh smiled and Frank sighed.
“Yeah, you?”
Josh hummed. “For the most part. Tyler called me at 5 to talk about the album. Of course it was 8 for him, the lucky bastard.” Frank laughed.
“Hey it's better than Gerard. He texted me a picture of Bandit at 4. It was adorable, but still.” It was Josh's turn to laugh. Frank smiled and had to stand on his toes to kiss the 6’ tall goliath in front of him. Josh's eyes crinkled.
“It snowed last night. We should go out for dinner. I've always wanted to kiss you in the snow.” Frank punched him in the arm.
“You sap,” he laughed. “Sure, it's a date.”
