Next morning
**Gerard's POV**
Aw, fuck. The sun was drowning me. Who leaves their curtains open? Wait, this wasn't my house. Who's house was this? I lifted my head and tried to roll over. Nope. Bad idea. My head was pounding from the light. I pulled the covers over my head.

Rustling beside me, I felt a body sit at the opposite side of the bed. A hand tugged at the sheets. I pulled them even tighter. Footsteps came around the bed and pulled on the sheets again, sunlight slipped in, causing me to crunch my eyes and groan. I felt a cold, glass object against my arm. I squinted and managed to catch a glimpse of a glass of cloudy water. I sat up, eyes closed and took a few sips. It tastes like sawdust with a touch of mint. I sat for a moment, then guzzled the rest of it as fast as I could to reduce the taste of it. I felt for a table of something beside me, but instead a hand took the glass from me.

I laid my head back down and rolled over to the other side of the bed. I groaned again but sat straight up. Where the fuck am I!? I have never been here before in my entire life! I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed. Where were my clothes? I smaller figure stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee.
"Coffee?" She asked. Oh thank god, it was just April.
I cleared my throat and held my arms out, asking for the mug. I took a sip and finally said something. "What's happening?" I croaked.
"You were drunk and emotional last night so I had to do something." She said sitting on the bed beside me. Hey, that was my shirt. It hung on her small frame and could have been a fashionable dress if she added a belt and some other blingy accessories.
"Wait, wait. You took me home? Drunk? Did we....." I silenced myself with a sip of coffee.
"Oh, god, no." She kind of wrinkled her nose.
As much as I loved the idea of making love to her, she didn't seem to fond about the idea. Whatever, I could cope.
"But you did tell me you loved me." She said flatly.
I almost choked. Fuck you drunk self! "That wasn't me. That was drunk Gerard. He talks crazy." I tried to cover it. This was too much to wake up to, hungover and sore.
"Uh huh..." April smiled
"Um... could I have my clothes back?" I asked shyly.
"Sure!" she giggled and took my shirt off.
Oh.. she was in her bra and underwear. I couldn't help by stare. I shook myself out of it. "Uh thanks." I tripped over my words. I sat my coffee on the bedside table and picked up my shirt. It smelled like sweat, tears, and alcohol. Was I really that drunk?

There was no way I was going to wear this. I peered into the bathroom where April was brushing the tangles out of her light brown hair, "Is there some clothes I could wear? Mine don't smell too good."
April smiled, "Yeah, just in the other room. I hope my dad's clothes fit you." She said looking at my face, then my feet, and back again.
I looked down. I was in my underwear. Well, fuck. I rolled my eyes and wondered into the other room. The whole wall was a giant closet. I slid the door to one side. Man, he dressed classy. All there was were collared shirts and the occasional windbreaker jacket. I managed to find a red flannel shirt. I wondered into the bathroom to search for the rest of my clothes. April greeted me with my leather jacket, black converse, and jean with the beat still looped. She threw them at me. I was seriously not ready for it and everything fell on the floor. "thanks" I said sarcastically.
She smiled at me devilishly, "Any time."
I pulled my jeans on and clipped up my vampire bat buckle.
Why the hell was she not dressed yet? She put down her hairbrush and walked towards me.
"You going to thank me for saving your butt?" She half giggled.
"How do you take it? Cash or cheque?" I grinned, hugging her waist.
She got up on her tip toes and came so close to my lips I could taste it. She pulled away, "cash" she pulled my wallet out of my back pocket.

Fucking tease.

Notes

*fangirling intensifies*