Killjoy Family

Chapter 10

There was tapping.

Tapping right next to me.

I pried my eyes open and glanced at my clock beside me- it was 2 thirty am. I yawned and sat up. There was an irregular tapping noise from my winow, annoying the shit out of my tired mind.

I reached over and opened it. There was a black hazy figure swaying side to side, occasionly tripping over their own feet and losing their balence. They had a tight grip on a bottle in their left hand.

"B-Becky?" I voice slurred. I knew that voice- it was Gerard.

"Gerard? The fuck are you doing up and shit-faced?" I whisper-yelled down to him. He giggled like an idiot and put a hand to his face.

"There's no shit on my face, stupid!" He laughed feeling around his face. I sighed, rolling my eyes and leaning on the window frame.

"Stay there, I'll be right down." I said before shutting the window. I quickly got a sweatshirt, leggings, and my boots on before runnig out of my flat and down to the parking lot.

He stood leaning heavily against a wall, swaying gently back and forth. A bottle was firmly grasped by his left hand. It took him a minute to process me hauling him up and putting an arm around his waist. He cackled his chicken laugh and almost jumped away before realising he could barely stand on his own feet.

His arm found it's way around my shoulders as he dependened on me to carry him. I huffed and straightened up a bit more. He kept laughing and giggling his drunk little ass off so much I saw a light turn on in an apartment.

I slapped a hand over his mouth, but he laughed even more.

"Gerard, shut the Hell up! Do you WANT to get caught?" I whispered harshly. A puppy-dog look fell over his face as he shook his head.

"Good. Now stay quiet or so help me I will dump you at the crazy old lady's flat..." I grumbled. He almost giggled again before I poked him harshly in the ribs. That shut him up.

"Owwiee!" He squealed narrowing his eyes at me. "Peasent don't touch me!" He said throwing his head up and putting a hand out sassily. He dropped the bottle in the process, letting it fall to the ground empty.

I managed to hold in a laugh as we stumbled into my pitch-black apartment.

"Okay, bedtime kiddo." I mumbled grabbing his arm and pulling him down the hall before he could touch anything. He almost laughed but I threw him into my bedroom,sexual I know, before shutting the door behind me. He sauntered over to the bed. Damn he was a sassy drunk.

"Becky I don't wanna go to bed." He pouted plopping down and folding his arms.

"Really? Well too bad you're wasted and I'm tired. Move over." I pulled my shoes off and walked over.

"We're sharing a bed?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Hell yes, no way I'm sleeping on a rug."

"But what if you try to rape me?"

"What if you try to rape ME?"

He giggled his baby laugh before grabbing my arm and pulling me down. I fell on top of him in an awkward position. He held my wrists firmly, but not to tightly. Alcohal was ingrained in his breath along with the faint scent of smoke. This didn't seem to bother him at all though, as he kept grinning and giggling

I managed to squirm out of his grasp and slide next to him, facing the wall. I heard him struggle to take his shoes off.

I scoffed but he just grumbled an inaudiable response. After another two minutes his sneakers fell to the floor with a thud. He crawled next to me and didn't even bother bringing the blanket up. His arm lazily rested on my side, not completely wrapping around my waist. Within a few seconds I heard snores comin from his side. I rolled my eyes and began drifting off.

***

Light streamed effortlessly into my bedroom as I sat up.

I brushed the hair out of my eyes and looked at the clock to my right. It was ten forty five.

The sunlight flowed from my small window to all corners of the room, making mysterious patterns and shapes form in different patches of carpet.

I laughed silently to myself and glanced over to my left.

Black hair. There was a mess of black hair.

I jumped back in surprise, knocking my head against the wall in the process. The black hair shot up as well, scaring the living shit out of me.

Hey I recognized him. It was Gerard. He wore an extremely confuzed and bewildered expression as he looked frantically around the room.

Suddenly everything from last night came back to me. Me finding him drunk and then taking him to bed. Ugh.

"Morning sunshine." I muttered nervously, running a hand through my hair.

"Hi...where am I and how did I get here?" He questioned sitting up and sighing, laying his head in his hands. He acted like this was a routine question.

"You're in my room, I'm Becky if you forgot. You were outside stoning my window and absolutely wasted. So I fucking carried you up steps and took you to bed like a good citizen."

"Oh.. we didn't...you know..."

"GOD NO. I mean, no we didn't have sexual intercourse, I was so careful." I said quickly remembering that one health lesson. He nodded and got up out of bed, his hands still over his face.

"Bathroom's down the hall." I called as he walked mindlessly out of the room. He grumbled a thanks and shut the door behind him. I smirked to myself and picked up my cell from the nightstand.

5 missed calls 7 unread messages, and 3 new voice messages.

Uh-oh.

I read the messages first. They were all clearly from Mikey, asking if I had seen Gerard and if I could come over and search in the morning. The voicemails were also from him, each one asking the same thing.

I called him right back.

"Hello?"

"Mikey? Hey it's Becky."

"Oh my God, Becky, hi! Have you seen Gerard? He's been out all night, and he doesn't usually stay out that late."

"Yeah, he stumbled over to my house at balls a.m, piss-drunk I might add. He managed to make it up some stairs and collapsed on my bed. He's in the bathroom now though. Does he do this often?"

"He's making more habit of it. Can you take him home as soon as you can? My mum's a little worried."

"Yeah sure. See you in a couple minutes, okay?"

"Okay. Bye."

Then the line went dead. Gerard opened the door gently wandering over to the bed and falling face first into it. I sighed and rubbed his back reassuringly.

"Your brother wants you back home." I said softly. He mumbled something and then rolled over to face me. "Rough night?"

"A little. I feel like shit. I don't want to move, Becky." He whispered again throwing his hands over his head. I laughed half-heartidly.

"You're such a sassy drunk..." I giggled remembering the many hand motions. He chuckled softly and removed his hands.

"Was I really that bad?"

"Yeah, sassy and loud. It was hilarious." I smirked and fell into bed next to him. "So, how often do you get wasted and sneak off to girls' houses?" I asked.

"I can't remember. It hurts to think."

"Well let's try not to make a habbit of it, 'kay?"

"Okay."