JOYRIDING

/nine/

Gerard shows up, with Bert, around ten. I haven't gotten up yet, and Bert is not very happy with my sleeping arrangements. Gerard shushes him with a glare and a venomous sentence I can't hear.
I can feel the tension, so I get up, get dressed, and step outside under the guise of buying more smokes.
I really just want to leave them be.

When I get back Bert's gone.
Gerard's laying in bed face down.
I sit with him and tentatively trace patterns on his back until he sits up and tells me what happened.
"He just got pissed off. He'll be back soon. How was your night?"
I shrug. "Okay."
He fixes a pointed look at me. "Did you do drugs?"
"No," I lie.
He seems to believe that. "Did you want to?"
I shrug, sigh heavily. No point in lying about that, of course I did.
He nods. "Okay. Do you... Uh. Live somewhere?"
I shrug. "I guess. I crash with Pete most of the time, partially because I haven't paid the bills. I don't have any electricity."
Gerard sighs. "Pete's just as bad as you isn't he?"
"Yeah," I mumble, flopping onto my side on the bed.
Gerard reaches up and tangles two fingers into my hair. "You should stay with me."
I feel a tingle in my scalp and spine, but I don't tell him to stop. I shrug. He gently twirls a lock of my hair between his fingers. "Yeah. I've already talked to Bert and I'll talk to him more when he gets back. You are going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."
I let out a shaky sigh and shift subtly, so Gerard's whole hand is pushed onto my hair.
He doesn't seem to really notice, just pushes his hand into the fluffy mess that is my hair and begins playing with it some more. "Is that a yes?"
I shrug, too comfortable to argue.

So this was filler but it's important to the plot