Gerard Gay

Sweet As Sugar..

I woke up as usual, with hot pink hair in my face.

I swear, this man..

"I swear to god if you move I will kill you."

I looked at Gee, who looked like he hasn't slept in 20 years.

"I just now got comfortable, lemme sleep."

He mumbled, curling up closer. I sighed.

He's so cute.. I don't wanna move but...

I really gotta pee... I'm pretty sure if my bladder exploded it would be painful....

"Gee I gotta get up..As much as I would love to cuddle all day...I gotta pee. Like really bad."

He made a whining noise in the back of his throat and put his face in the crook of my neck. I smirked as an idea smacked me in the face, I slowly crept my fingers down towards his sides. He shivered, then I took it as an opportunity and jumped on him. He squealed, trying to escape the tickle torture, but couldn't get out of my grasp.

"OH MY GOD,"

He squealed again, trying to hold in laughter but failing. He giggled like a girl and made odd squeaking noises.

"Nooo!! Quit tickling meeee!!"

"Never!!"

"Fuckass!"

He squirmed,  then flipped us over managing to straddle me. I looked at him wide eyed.

"I still have to pee."

"Uuuugghh just when things were getting good."

He sighed, rolling off me and curling into the covers.

I raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't think to much of it. I mean, I really had to pee, I'd over think everything else later.

After peeing, running my hand through my hair, (which looked like shit at the moment) and brushing my teeth, I came out to find Gee missing from my bed.

Confused and tired, I stumbled towards the kitchen.

"I'm making coffee and eating all your food."

Gee said, with a mouthful of cheetos.

I rolled my eyes, taking a few cheetos and eating them slowly. As soon as coffee was done, I poured myself a cup. Sipping it straight away, burning my tongue in the process.

"So whatcha wanna do today?'

"I dunno. What do YOU wanna do today?"

"I dunno! That's why I'm asking you."

Giggling, he sipped his coffee. I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a few drags before he spoke.

"I didn't know you smoked."

He hummed, sounding amused. I nodded. He stole the cigarette from me, finishing it for me.

"I didn't know you smoked."

I mimicked his voice and he broke out into a grin.

"There's a lot you don't know about me sugar, don't act so suprised."

"True I shouldn't be suprised with you. You're pretty fucking weird."

"Heeeey!! Douchecanoe!"

I giggled, ruffling his hair, he frowned.