Lovestruck A jayffree fanfic

The hangover

Jayys POV

When I woke up in the morning, my head was pounding.

The sun seemed so bright and it only made my headache worse. I drug myself out of bed and changed before going into the living room. 'Why am I in the same clothes from last night?' I wondered. When I walked into the living room, Jeffree was the only one up. "We'll hello Mr. Monroe, how's the hangover?" He asked smirking. "How much did I drink last night?" I asked, plopping down on the couch next to Jeffree. "Um, let's see, 5 shots, and two highly intoxicating beverages that left none of us sober." "Ugh. What did I DO last night anyway?"

"You got drunk, screamed 'I heart hello kitty' while walking down the street, waking half of the east coast, and slapped my ass in front of Dahvie and Aussie subjecting me to many a question about our relationship status." "As I recall, earlier you were about to kiss me. It's not like I made ALL the moves." "So you can remember that." "And the thigh touch." "I was planning on ignoring that." He said, "but we better talk anyway."

"Um, ok.." I said. This was awkward.

"So. I'm just gonna say this. Jayy, I like you. A lot. But, what if that ruins...us. As in the band. I love touring with you an Dahvie, what if its awkward?"

I let out a relieved sigh. "J, I like you too. And to answer your question, it won't be awkward. You and Dahvie get along and it's not like we don't hang out a lot anyway."

Jeffree had moved closer to me now, we were inches apart. I could feel his breath on my face. His lips were parted slightly, his signiture pose. I wanted to kiss him so badly.

"Jayy, baby don't stare, it's rude, just kiss me already." He laughed. Classic jeffree. So confident. I didn't hesitate and our lips met. His long, slender fingers entwining themselves in my already messy hair.

"Uh-hum?" Someone cleared their throat behind us. "Oh, hey, Dahvie." "What's shakin'?" I asked, blushing. "Um, so when did this happen?" He asked.

"Like ten seconds ago." I said. "That looks like you were like that for more than 10 seconds."

"Oh, grow up, Dahvie." Jeffree blushed. "Nope. I'm a 8 year old in a 28 year olds sexy body. He jumped on the couch, between us. "Ugh, don't jump. It makes the room move." "Hung over?" "Uh-huh!" I whimpered. "SO THIS HURTS WHEN I SCREAM LIKE THIS???!" Dahvie screamed in my face. "Dahvie, if your going to do that to him, do it right!" Jeffree said, smiling. He stood up and opened all the blinds. "The sun! It burns!" I whined. "So then you won't mind if I do this?" Jeffree asked banging a pot against the wall by my head. "Stop it! This isn't nice!" Aussie came down the stairs and they finally stopped. "What is with you guys?" He asked, stretching. "They were trying to kill me!" "Assault by hangover. The cops will love that report."