Demolition Lovers [[GERARD WAY FANFIC]]

Patrick: Real Estate Agent Extraordinaire

*Tbh the name of this chapter doesn't really make sense until way later in this chapter. I just thought it was really funny and decided to keep it. Like imagine Patrick stump trying to sell you a house with his little fedora and glasses on. He'd be so fucking adorable that that would be only reason I bought the house. Haha sorry I'm way off base. Anyways, let's start the show...*

-Beth's POV-

I woke up feeling worse than I've ever before.

I have a mind splitting headache and my stomach felt like it was on fire. My entire body felt sore, and for some reason my lip felt swollen.

What happened last night?

I sat up slowly only to jump at the sight in front of me...

There was Gerard.  Sitting on the end of the couch. Drinking what appeared to be coffee. "You don't take your alcohol well do you?" He raised his eyebrows, acting as if this was a perfectly normal situation.

My memories were blurry, and it hurt to even think. Was Gerard here last night?

"What...How did you..." I couldn't seem to put two and two together as I stared nervously at him. I got more and more scared to actually know the answer of what exactly happened last night.

"You don't remember do you? I guess that's pretty normal for first timers."

"First...First timers?" I repeated back hesitantly.

He chuckled. "Don't worry princess I mean in the sense that you practically drank half a damn bottle of vodka. Most people would most likely be dead so," he held his coffee cup in mock celebration, "here's to you!" He took a sip before looking back at me and smirking. "What did you think I meant?"

"I just...I don't... Why are you here?" I stuttered, trying to change conversation direction.

"Well I do believe it was you who brought me here sweetheart, so I think that answer lies with you."

This couldn't be happening. What was going on. I took Gerard home?! Wait...drunk. He had to have been drunk... Too drunk to drive.

"You were drunk..." I said slowly, as if asking a question, "I was... I was trying to help..."

He smiled. "You really don't remember, do you?"

I began to get worried now. "What?... What are you talking about? Stop being so cryptic!"

It seemed the more frustrated I got, the more amused he became, which in turn only made me more frustrated.

"Go look in the mirror; I think that'll revive your memory a little bit."

That didn't sound good, but I was too curious not to. I stood up and almost immediately regretted it; my body wobbled and I felt like I hadn't stood on solid ground for years. My headache immediately increased and I felt dizzy. "Oh...oh my god..." I muttered as I tried to keep myself from collapsing to the ground.

I heard Gerard laugh from behind me, but I didn't bother look at him as I stumbled to the closest bathroom. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but I gasped when I saw reflection staring back at me. The girl in the mirror looked nothing like me.

My cheek was bruised and slightly swollen while my bottom lip was busted, with some dried blood around it. My eyes were bloodshot and a bit puffy and were lined with dark circles.