All I ever needed is here in my arms
Song title: Enjoy the silence by Depeche Mode
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(09/10/24)
3:47AM
The poets were no strangers to the fact that Pitts was an insomniac. And not in the 'oh I didn't sleep last night lol. I'm such an insomniac' kinda insomniac. Like the genuine insomniac who is incapable of sleeping when he wants to.
Thats how Pitts found himself sat on the living room floor, doodling on an empty notepad he kept for nights like these. That is until he watched Stick Lawrence walk out of Cameron's room.
"Stick? What're you doing here?"
Stick froze, shutting Cameron's bedroom door before going to Pitts.
"I was having a movie date with Cameron. I wanted to look after him for a bit since he's not well. We both fell asleep sometime while watching 'Ferris Beullers Day Off'. But why are you still awake? Surely you should be sleeping by now."
Pitts shook his head, pointing to the empty prescription bottle of melatonin tablets.
"Pharmacy is out for the next month. State wide shortage or something, I don't know. But sleep isn't agreeing with me."
Stick nodded a bit, handing Pitts a bottle of pepsi from his bag.
"Might as well have a treat if you're gonna be up. I'm heading off, I'll see you in Keatings class tomorrow."
Stick got up, silently walking out of the dorm with a small wave goodbye to Pitts.
Pitts sat in the middle of the living room, looking around before realising what a state it has become. Blankets strewn across the sofas, coffee stains on the table where coasters has not been used, dirty dishes piling up in the sink. He couldn't stand it.
He got up, quietly walking into his room to get his cleaning products. He had specific ones he kept separate from the communal ones the poets kept in the kitchen, as he always had a skin irritation to the chemicals in them, so he bought his own he could use.
Geared up with his headphones, phone, and cleaning essentials, he walked to the kitchens, beginning the tasks of cleaning the dishes, putting them away, cleaning the counter, sink, emptying the bin, and other tedious tasks the other poets neglected during the week.
But to Gerard, these weren't tedious tasks. They were relaxing. He could clean for hours if given the chance. He quickly boiled the kettle, deciding to try and drink some tea in the hopes it would help him fall asleep later. He busied himself with putting his cleaning supplies back in his room before going back to pour the water into his mug.
Once his tea has brewed, he took it to the living room, sitting down in the corner of the sofa, sipping it quietly as he doodled. Pitts soon felt the space on the sofa next to him dip, and a ball of weight lean on his side. Looking down, he spotted Meeks, cocooned in a blanket, making himself comfy pressed against Pitts.
"You weren't in your room." Whispered Meeks quietly. "I wanted to try and sleep with you, but you weren't there. Sleep not co-operating?"
Pitts shook his head, setting his mug down on a coaster before wrapping an arm around Meeks, cuddling him close as he continued to doodle.
"Nope. I went to the pharmacy this morning. They're out of my tablets for a month due to state wide shortage. I think I'm in for one hell of a month."
Meeks nodded, rubbing his eyes as he snuggled into his boyfriends chest, quickly falling asleep with a quiet mumble of "I love you". Anyone could argue that this wasn't a good way for Meeks to sleep, curled in a ball with his head at an awkward angle to lay on Pitts chest, but he didn't care. He'd rather sleep like this, than in his own bed, alone. As long as he was with Pitts, he'd sleep comfortably.
Pitts smiled, kissing the top of Meeks head as he continued to doodle.
"I love you too."
He held Meeks close, his eyes slowly drooping shut as he doodled, slowly falling asleep.