“Fuck,” I muttered quiet loudly to myself as I sat up. I was on my floor, Gerard on the couch and his ammo sat around us. Like alcohol angels. I tried standing, but found myself crashing back down, with a loud thud, onto my not-so-comforting-carpet.
Gerard groaned and rolled off the couch, also onto the not-so-comfy-flooring, on the opposite side of the coffee table. Before I could wish my guest a proper Thanksgiving, I was hurling into my kitchen sink. I heard Gee laugh to himself as he kicked some of the alcohol bottles on the ground. When I finished puking up my stomach and turned around, Gee was standing there, an amused look plastered on his face as he rubbed his head.
“What?” I laughed self-consciously as I turned to set on some coffee. When I turned to get his answer, he was so close to me I could taste the liquor still on his breath. I shook from the close encounter, goose bumps climbing up my arms and down my legs. He smirked and rubbed a hand down my left arm lazily.
“You can’t hold your liquor!” He sang in a mocking tone, like he was a 5 year old again, which all things considered, he really was. I sighed deeply and pushed him away, making my way to the bathroom cupboard to find an aspirin-or two. I could hear Gee following not too far behind me, so I didn’t shut the bathroom door as I dug for the little pill bottle.
“You know, I’m a lot more used to that than you, Beth.” He said flatly.
“Um, okay-aha found it! Ow!” I mumbled and then yelled and then grimaced as a sharp pain shot behind my eyes from my yelling. Gerard shook his head, laughing silently to himself.
“I remember.” He whispered into my ear as I walked back toward the living area, sending shivers down my spine and heat to my face.
“R-remember,” swallow two aspirins, “what?”
“Drunken confessions are best confessions.” Gee said, reaching behind me to take some aspirins, taking them with no water. Very bad ass of you, Gerard.
“Well I don’t remember, and I don’t need your help trying to, thank you very much!” I said, satisfactorily and made myself a cup of much needed coffee. Gerard followed in suit.
He sat at the small island, patting the stool next to him, reluctantly I went and sat next to him.
“You do realize I am going to tell you anyway, right?” He raised a questioning eyebrow at me and I just nodded.
“For starters, I’m not gay.” He laughed, I nearly spat my coffee right into his face, but he looked amused. After my fit of laughter I felt embarrassment find its way to my cheeks, realizing that meant I had asked him if he was gay.
“And I am of legal drinking age, older than you actually. 26,” he said like it was something to be proud of, like 26 was the grand old age to be, “you were quite worried about that, my dear.” He added suggestively. I just shook my head, but mostly at myself.
“And this is the awkward one,” he paused and looked at me, biting his lip in a way that made me want to attack him with kisses, “apparently,” he drew in a sharp breathe.
“Okay, now you’re just fucking with me.” I slapped his arm playfully.
“I make you feel something.” He said, I laughed but soon shut up when I realize I had hurt him. I gave him an apologetic look, but he just nodded in understanding.
“I just want to know, do I? Like really because I-“ I held my hand up to silence him and nodded my head.
“I’m actually not quite sure what it means. But I know you intrigue me, and I want to learn more about you I want you to open up to me about whatever it is that has you drowning in liquor.” I spat out and I saw something spark in his eyes.
“I’m trying, Beth. I’m trying.”
A/N I will be updating again later, but right now, there is bacon in the kitchen just calling my name. When the bacon calls, you answer ;)
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Demolition Lovers
Fanfiction*5 years ago* Bethany Lisa Wood sits in her last day of highschool-ever. She has no plans for her future. Only to get out of the godforsaken town she’d been calling home for the past 19 years of her life. She knew how she was supposed to be sad toda...
