A Kiss And I Will Surrender

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Jarla's head shoots up, becoming aware of the doorbell ringing. She stumbles out of bed, not entirely awake yet and stumbles over the clothes she left on the ground and decides to put on her sweats, just so she looks the least bit acceptable for whoever was here in the middle of the night. Might be a robber with no respect for himself, who knows?

But when she opens the door she's faced with a soaking Gerard Way, the sweet asshole that actually takes the offer of "I don't care if you show up at my house at midnight drunk, you're my best friend I'll do anything for you.".

"Gerard, what the hell are you doing here? It's like 12pm?" He blinks furiously at her and looks like he's trying to decipher something.

"Wait so I'm not home?" He curses under his breath and tries to stand up from his position of leaning on the doorframe with an arm and runs a hand through is piercing red locks. Jarla realises he's totally hammered, by the way he looks out of his eyes to how he's struggling to stay upright.

"Well unless you live with me, which I believe is not the fact, you're indeed not home."

He groans in frustration and wipes a hand across his face in frustration. "Could I crash here, please, I think I'm drunk."

"Even better, you can take the bed." She grins at him and motions inside with her hand. "Come in you moron."

He tries to step in and trips over his own feet and falls, pulling her with him, causing her to fall face first to the ground with him on top of her.

"Seriously Gee?!"

"Sawrry." He slurs out.

Jarla turns her head around to look at him, then realising he is falling asleep. "Dude, if you don't get your drunken ass off of me or I'll won't even bother dragging you to bed and leave you here." He frowns and pushes himself off of her.

She puts her hands around his chest and pulls him up, as far as she succeeds. Not like he's that heavy, but she's just weak.

Deciding the bedroom is less far away from the couch, she eventually drops him on the bed and Gerard immediately grabs her pillow and hugs it to his face, burying his face in it.

Trying to take his shoes and then socks off, she nearly gets kicked in the face, followed by a grumble from the crimson haired guy in her bed. "Can't I just sleep in my clothes?"

Your reaction is just a relieved sigh, as to you won't have to undress him any further now. Only thing is, he's soaked and soaking the bed.

"But Gee, you're soaked, so at least take of your jacket."

He mumbles something, not making any sense with the slurring.

"What's that?"

"Only if you take it off." Jarla's eyes go wide for a moment and she then just shrugs and walks over to Gerard's nearly unconscious form.

"Deal, you've always been a sucker for me." She can easily take the jacket of in his current position of laying on his stomach and start pulling one arm out, when he turns on his back suddenly and she comes tumbling down on him.

"My feet hurt..." Gerard complains softly.

"Shut up you baby, be glad I let you in. What did you do anyway to your feet?"

He puts his hand over his eyes and speaks, "Spent the night dancing, cuz you know, I'm drunk and have no limits, 'suppose." She shakes her head, laughing

"You dancing? Would love to see that happen." She chuckles and sits up again, starting to unconsciously draw circles on Gerard's right shoulder. "But you drank, I thought you we're doing cold turkey or something?" She asks cautiously.

"I was feeling sad. I just-"

"That's not an excuse! You know what happened last time when you started drinking again and it was not pretty!" She yells at his face, being done with him drinking. "When I say I don't mind it if my friends turn up drunk at my house I didn't mean you." Jarla sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist it. Please forgive me?"

She looks at his face, seeing he's pouting, which he knows she never is able to resist. And indeed she surrenders. "Fine, but you really need to stop, if not for me, do it for yourself." He smiles sadly.