I'm in a very aesthetic coffee shop so I'm forcing myself to write. Inspired by Falsettos cause dammit that musical is under appreciated.
I'll edit it later i promise
(Featuring Pinkberry and Richjake)
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Dr Mell At Work
"I don't get it!" Micheal exclaims, slamming his head on the desk. "I don't understand!"

"Oh calm down" his receptionist, Heather, rolls her eyes. "It's not a big deal"

"Not a big deal" Micheal scoffs. He lifts his forehead from Heathers desk and holds up his phone. "Spider-Man 6 is being postponed again! What is Marvel thinking?! We've been waiting for this movie for two years!"

Heather cringes. He just messed up the pristine white couch that she spent all morning fixing. Regardless, she smiles weakly.
"Yes but you still have the ninth Thor's movie to look forward to. That's something, right?" Heather suggests.

Micheal just sighs, plopping himself on the waiting room couch.
"You know, when I was growing up, and Spider-Man was still on his second MCU movie, everyone had heart. We were all part of the same team. We had a new Superhero world to start. Oh god Heather is this . . . is this the world we started?"

"Alright I've had enough of your crises. Your next patient will be in soon. I'd say pull yourself together before then"

Micheal stands up, gently slapping his cheeks in effort to stop freaking out.
"Okay. I'll be in my office"

By the time his patient arrives, he's cool and collected. He sits poised on his leather chair as the woman lies down on the couch.

"Alright then" Micheal opens his notepad. "Let's not discuss the weather, let's face the facts. Tell me how you're doing"

The woman stares glumly at the ceiling. She sighs, fiddling with the tissue in her hands.
"It's just, you go out on the streets and there are all these people asking for a handout. Then you go home, you open up your mail and it's full of people asking for a donation. Then you turn on the TV and there's pictures of starving children in Ethiopia"

"And how does that make you feel, Diane?" Micheal asks.

The woman suddenly looks Micheal dead in the eyes. "Caroline" she corrects.

"Caroline?"

"Yes my name is Caroline" she whimpers.

Jesus Christ. All my patients are Yuppie Pagans.
Micheal apologizes, and they continue with the therapy session. Before it ends, Caroline asks, "now that I finally have the promotion, can I stop sleeping with my boss?"

Micheals eyes go wide.
"Sorry, our time is up"

Caroline bursts into weepy tears.
"You always do this" she murmurs as she leaves the office.

Micheal leans back in his chair with a sigh. He took this job to help people. To help them get better so they wouldn't have to resort to ridiculous options like Jermey did. Jeremy. No matter how hard his day is, at least he knows that he has Jeremy at home. His husband of two years.
He gets to exhausted listening to people complain, so sometimes it's nice to have someone you love.

Jeremy Works It Out
Squat, and up. Squat, and up. Rich is back with Jake, again. The pair have broken it off more times than Ross and Rachel. Now everything is just like it was.
Jeremy has nothing against Rich, but if he doesn't like Rich, it's cause his ex sure does. But this shouldn't upset him. He wants his friends to be happy. Then why does his stomach churn at the thought of them being together?

Lunge, two three four.
I mean, Jermey has a husband who loves him, lots of money, a house, a job.
Lunge, two three four.
Why should he be wilting when Richjakes love is not in doubt?
He needs to work it out.

Pinkberry Relax After Work
"How was your day, at the hospital?" Brooke calls from the kitchen.

Chloe eases down on the couch, tired from her long day at work.
"Unbelievable- wait, what's that smell?"

An unpleasant scent tickles her nose, as Brooke enters the living room with a smile and a plate of food.
"Authentic Français cuisine" she says, pronouncing Français like Frahn-say.

She sits down next to her wife, holding out the plate.
"I've been practicing"

Chloe smiles, taking a forkful of the off concoction on the plate. Brooke is an aspiring caterer, with a love for everything french. Though she has enthusiasm, she sort of lacks skill.

Chloe takes a bite, letting out a "mmmm" of satisfaction. Brooke kisses her cheek, before walking back to the kitchen. As soon as she's out of sight, Chloe spits the food into her hand. She's never had rancid cat piss before, but she imagines that it tastes like this.

Brooke renters the living room just after Chloe disposed of her mouthful, this time with two margaritas instead of food.

"So" she sits down again, handing her lover a glass. "How was the hospital?"

"It was wonderful" Chloe says. "For the first time in months, nobody died"

"Yayyyyyyyyyyyyy" Brooke clinks their glasses together.

"There were just heart attacks and golf stones, lightbulbs up the ass. The usual cases. People overdosed, and guess what, I saved them. I saved young people, old people, even a priest. I just . . . damn, I feel invincible!"

Brooke doesn't match Chloe's enthusiasm. She's still hung up over the 'lightbulbs up the ass'. She just sips her margarita without a comment.

"Oh Brooke" Chloe sighs happily. "Do you know how great my life is?"

Brooke fights the urge to roll her eyes. Chloe saves lives and she saves chicken fat. She can't fucking deal with that.

"Yeah. My life is great. Saving lives-" she intertwines her hand with Brooke's. "-and loving you"

The Boyfs Don't Understand
Micheal throws a running shirt over his head, before trekking outside to his husband. Jermey has already gotten a head start on the warm up, mid lunge when Micheal joins him.

"So, How was your day?" Micheal asks, stretching his hamstring.

Jermey scoffs.
"It was terrible! Did you hear that Jake is back with Rich?"

"Dammit Jer, why is that such a big deal?" Micheal stretches his quads, throwing his free hand in the air. "I don't get it. Why can't you just let go?"

"It's hard when it's happened so much" Jermey mutters, too quiet for Micheal to hear. "Do you know what, maybe in a mile I'll feel okay"

He starts jogging on the spot, waiting for Micheal to finish warming.
"It's just . . ." Micheal sighs. "Isn't it enough I want you every night?"

"Who?"

"Every other night?"

"Me?"

"Everything third night?"

Jeremy bursts into giggles.

"Let's drop it" Micheal playfully punches Jeremy's arm. "Hey, everything will be alright"

"Everything will be alright" Jermey repeats, as they both start their run.

Racquetball
Jake hits the ball against the wall, which bounces twice on the floor.

"Hey, it bounced twice"

Rich pulls a face, trying to catch his breath.
"No it didn't"

"Yeah. One, then twice. You know it did" Jake shrugs.

"God you're a pain in the ass" Rich tugs on his too baggy sports shirt, black against his white shorts.

Jake wears tight black shorts (which seem to distract Rich) and a tight shirt in the colours of the German flag. Don't ask where he got the shirt from. He doesn't know.

Rich taps the rim of his racket on the floor.
"At least when you play, you win"

Jake raises an eyebrow. His boyfriend hunches over trying to catch his breath. God help us all.
"You give up"

Rich chuckles breathlessly.
"I sweat. There's a difference"

"Where's the heat- wheres the fire. You used to put up a fight, so fight!" Jake pats him on the back.

"Let's play!" Rich hits the ball against the wall.

The pair hit the ball back and forth, each swing with more power than the last. Eventually, Rich hits a particularly powerful shot, beating Jake.

"Lucky dink" Jake remarks.

Rich shrugs.
"What can I say? I'm finessing"
He slaps his ass playfully with a wink. Jake just rolls his eyes with a smile.

"Something stinks in how you play"

"Well you wanted a fight didn't you? So let's play" Rich urges.

Jake hits the ball.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Jake manages to thwack! the ball particularly hard, sending it flying.

"Hit your shoe!" He exclaims.

"No . . . no it didn't" Rich falls to his knees, before collapsing into his stomach. His red face and quick breaths begin to relax.

"Yup. The games through"

"You fucking suck" rich says into the floor.

"Maybe later"
Jake stands over Rixh, one foot either side of his hips. Rich turns over, looking to him with a smirk.

"I gotta say, you're hot when you're sweaty" he says.

Jake rolls his eyes, before holding out his hand. Rich grabs it, and is pulled to his feet.
"Sex and games. Our whole relationship summed up"

"Don't you know it" Rich slaps Jakes ass gently with his racket.

Jake grabs their rackets, and hurls then across the court. He grabs Richs stunned face and kisses him passionately on the lips. Before Rich can properly react, the kiss is over.

The much shorter boy licks his lips with a smirk. "Hmmm. That was nice"

"Good to know" Jake kisses him on the nose, before going to retrieve the rackets.

"Hey Jake" Rich says, as his boyfriend grabs the rackets. "You know, all I want is you. Anything you do is alright. Totally alright"

Rich meets him halfway, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Cause all I want is you"

Everything will be alright
everything will be al-

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That was confusing, but I finished it the day I started it so yay! Falsettos fans rejoice! Also make yourself known cause we're a rare breed.

Hope you guys enjoyed . . . whatever this is.

Don't forget  to wear a coat, it's cold out there
- Avery