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Gerard's P.O.V.
I was talking to a girl her name was Jessica, bubbly blonde, she was only 22, and she was "such a huge fan" and kept repeating herself but I figured if I listened long enough I could probably score with her. I say probably because, she's the kind of girl that has been with a lot of people and I'm not sure whether or not I want to be another.
I was about to say something when somebody grabbed me by hair and crashed their lips to mine. It turned out to be Emelia. A very drunk Emelia. I had thought she was mad at me but apparently not. She pulled away and I was still trying to grasp everything that had just happened. Then she grabbed me by my balls and basically told Jessica she owned me before walking off.
"Is she your girlfriend or something?" Jessica demanded.
"No...actually," I said slowly. "She's my assistant."
"You're fucking your assistant?" Jessica looked royally pissed.
"No but I wish," I said to no one in particular. "If you'll excuse me, it was really nice to meet you but I have to go."
"But..where are you going?" She asked.
"I am hopefully going to find her and have crazy sex with her." I said.
"But what about me?" She asked.
"Sweetheart, I hardly know you, I have a feeling you've been around with a lot of guys, you're really ditzy and I really don't like ditzy girls, and you're way too young for me." I said. Jessica looked like she was about to cry, so I kissed her and walked away.
"Hey, where's Emelia?" I asked when I ran into Frank. He pointed towards the crowd, and there was Emelia on a table dancing with a bottle of vodka in her hand. "Was she like this in high school?" Frank nodded. "Would it be an asshole move if I had sex with her while she's this drunk?" Frank nodded again.
"I can't believe you're actually asking me if it'd be wrong, most of the time you'd be on your way to a private corner by now." Frank said.
"Well....Emelia is different. She's not a slut." I said.
"Either that or you're fa-" He started.
"Don't you dare." I said darkly.
"Falling,"
"Frank,"
"In,"
"Frank stop it I'm serious, don't say it."
"Love."
"Oh my God shut up! I told you not to say it." I snapped.
"Just admit it, you have feelings for Emelia." He said.
"Yeah sexual feelings." I said. I looked and Emelia was dancing with some guy that wasn't wearing a shirt and was grinding all over her. "Oh my God what the fuck is he doing! He's like raping her only they're wearing clothes!"
"Hey I thought you just had sexual feelings for her, and if that's it, then why are you freaking out?" Frank asked.
"Because, the media....might be around taking pictures." I said.
"That bothers you why?" He asked.
"Because it just does, do I need a reason?" I demanded.
"Umm yeah, and besides didn't I tell you to leave her alone?" Frank asked.
"Yes...but she was the one grabbing my dick." I pointed out.
"But even before then, and you still asked her on a date and thankfully it went well, but now you're acting like a jealous high school boy." He said.
"Shut up I am not!" I snapped. "I just don't like the way this guy is treating her she deserves better."
"Oh, oh, he's putting his hands up her dress." Frank said. "Go get her off the table before she starts taking her clothes off."
"She does that?" I asked.
"When she's as plastered as she is now...yes. You have no idea how bad it was in high school." Frank said shaking his head. I managed to get my way through the crowd and to the table Emelia was on.
"Emelia!" I yelled.
"Hey Gee, wanna dance on the table there's plenty of room." Emelia said her speech slurring a lot.
"No actually I'd like it if you'd get off the table." I said.
"Oh...why?" She asked.
"Because...." I needed a good excuse. "I want to talk to you." I said.
"Oh okay." It took her a second but she was able to get off the table without hurting herself or anyone else. "What's you want to talk about?"
"Can we go somewhere quieter?" I asked. She nodded. We went out into the back where no one would find us. I leaned against the wall.
"So what'd you want to talk to me about?" She asked standing against the wall next to me.
"Nothing I just wanted you to get off the table." I said. She glared at me.
"You're such killjoy Gerard." She said.
"I also wanted to ask you what the big deal was with grabbing my balls and kissing me." I said.
"To be honest I was jealous." She said slowly.
"Oh my God she has a heart after all." I joked. She shoved me. I kissed her. I mean I kissed her. A kiss that said I love you without having to say I love you. A kiss that could only be shared in a quiet place, because anywhere else it was just a meaningless kiss.
A kiss that made me realized that I loved Emelia, that's why I'd spent all of my time chasing after her. And seeing her upset with me, hurt because I loved her and for the longest time she hated me, and maybe she still does. I love her because she's not a slut like all the other girls I've been with.
She pulled away. "Whoa," She breathed. I just nodded and kissed her again. I put my arms around her waist and she put her arms loosely around my neck. This kiss was just for shits and giggles now. I pinned her against the wall pressing my body into hers. She locked her hands in my hair. I put her legs around my waist and kissed her harder. I wanted her so bad it was driving me crazy.
"Wait stop, stop, stop." I said setting her down.
"What?" She looked at me strangely.
"You look amazing right now, and I want to tear that dress off your your body and fuck you senseless right now, but I'm not going to." I said. It was killing me to say this.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Because you are drunk, and I mean really drunk and it would be wrong of me to do that to you." I said. "Actually it'd make me a complete dick if I did that."
"Okay," She smiled a little, then her smile faded.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She answered by vomiting all over my shirt, jacket, and combat boots. "Oh my God! That's gross!" I said.
"I'm sorry." She said trying not to cry.
"No don't be sorry, ummm, I'll survive." I said trying not to vomit myself. "Come on."
*
I held her hair as she spent awhile throwing up the vodka, dinner, and possibly her insides. Only after changing my clothes first. Tonight had been interesting, because my usually polished, orderly, bossy, control-freak of an assistant had let loose and had gone wild.
Something you see once in a blue moon, is a good girl gone wild, and it's a sight to behold let me tell you that.
I was talking to a girl her name was Jessica, bubbly blonde, she was only 22, and she was "such a huge fan" and kept repeating herself but I figured if I listened long enough I could probably score with her. I say probably because, she's the kind of girl that has been with a lot of people and I'm not sure whether or not I want to be another.
I was about to say something when somebody grabbed me by hair and crashed their lips to mine. It turned out to be Emelia. A very drunk Emelia. I had thought she was mad at me but apparently not. She pulled away and I was still trying to grasp everything that had just happened. Then she grabbed me by my balls and basically told Jessica she owned me before walking off.
"Is she your girlfriend or something?" Jessica demanded.
"No...actually," I said slowly. "She's my assistant."
"You're fucking your assistant?" Jessica looked royally pissed.
"No but I wish," I said to no one in particular. "If you'll excuse me, it was really nice to meet you but I have to go."
"But..where are you going?" She asked.
"I am hopefully going to find her and have crazy sex with her." I said.
"But what about me?" She asked.
"Sweetheart, I hardly know you, I have a feeling you've been around with a lot of guys, you're really ditzy and I really don't like ditzy girls, and you're way too young for me." I said. Jessica looked like she was about to cry, so I kissed her and walked away.
"Hey, where's Emelia?" I asked when I ran into Frank. He pointed towards the crowd, and there was Emelia on a table dancing with a bottle of vodka in her hand. "Was she like this in high school?" Frank nodded. "Would it be an asshole move if I had sex with her while she's this drunk?" Frank nodded again.
"I can't believe you're actually asking me if it'd be wrong, most of the time you'd be on your way to a private corner by now." Frank said.
"Well....Emelia is different. She's not a slut." I said.
"Either that or you're fa-" He started.
"Don't you dare." I said darkly.
"Falling,"
"Frank,"
"In,"
"Frank stop it I'm serious, don't say it."
"Love."
"Oh my God shut up! I told you not to say it." I snapped.
"Just admit it, you have feelings for Emelia." He said.
"Yeah sexual feelings." I said. I looked and Emelia was dancing with some guy that wasn't wearing a shirt and was grinding all over her. "Oh my God what the fuck is he doing! He's like raping her only they're wearing clothes!"
"Hey I thought you just had sexual feelings for her, and if that's it, then why are you freaking out?" Frank asked.
"Because, the media....might be around taking pictures." I said.
"That bothers you why?" He asked.
"Because it just does, do I need a reason?" I demanded.
"Umm yeah, and besides didn't I tell you to leave her alone?" Frank asked.
"Yes...but she was the one grabbing my dick." I pointed out.
"But even before then, and you still asked her on a date and thankfully it went well, but now you're acting like a jealous high school boy." He said.
"Shut up I am not!" I snapped. "I just don't like the way this guy is treating her she deserves better."
"Oh, oh, he's putting his hands up her dress." Frank said. "Go get her off the table before she starts taking her clothes off."
"She does that?" I asked.
"When she's as plastered as she is now...yes. You have no idea how bad it was in high school." Frank said shaking his head. I managed to get my way through the crowd and to the table Emelia was on.
"Emelia!" I yelled.
"Hey Gee, wanna dance on the table there's plenty of room." Emelia said her speech slurring a lot.
"No actually I'd like it if you'd get off the table." I said.
"Oh...why?" She asked.
"Because...." I needed a good excuse. "I want to talk to you." I said.
"Oh okay." It took her a second but she was able to get off the table without hurting herself or anyone else. "What's you want to talk about?"
"Can we go somewhere quieter?" I asked. She nodded. We went out into the back where no one would find us. I leaned against the wall.
"So what'd you want to talk to me about?" She asked standing against the wall next to me.
"Nothing I just wanted you to get off the table." I said. She glared at me.
"You're such killjoy Gerard." She said.
"I also wanted to ask you what the big deal was with grabbing my balls and kissing me." I said.
"To be honest I was jealous." She said slowly.
"Oh my God she has a heart after all." I joked. She shoved me. I kissed her. I mean I kissed her. A kiss that said I love you without having to say I love you. A kiss that could only be shared in a quiet place, because anywhere else it was just a meaningless kiss.
A kiss that made me realized that I loved Emelia, that's why I'd spent all of my time chasing after her. And seeing her upset with me, hurt because I loved her and for the longest time she hated me, and maybe she still does. I love her because she's not a slut like all the other girls I've been with.
She pulled away. "Whoa," She breathed. I just nodded and kissed her again. I put my arms around her waist and she put her arms loosely around my neck. This kiss was just for shits and giggles now. I pinned her against the wall pressing my body into hers. She locked her hands in my hair. I put her legs around my waist and kissed her harder. I wanted her so bad it was driving me crazy.
"Wait stop, stop, stop." I said setting her down.
"What?" She looked at me strangely.
"You look amazing right now, and I want to tear that dress off your your body and fuck you senseless right now, but I'm not going to." I said. It was killing me to say this.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Because you are drunk, and I mean really drunk and it would be wrong of me to do that to you." I said. "Actually it'd make me a complete dick if I did that."
"Okay," She smiled a little, then her smile faded.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She answered by vomiting all over my shirt, jacket, and combat boots. "Oh my God! That's gross!" I said.
"I'm sorry." She said trying not to cry.
"No don't be sorry, ummm, I'll survive." I said trying not to vomit myself. "Come on."
*
I held her hair as she spent awhile throwing up the vodka, dinner, and possibly her insides. Only after changing my clothes first. Tonight had been interesting, because my usually polished, orderly, bossy, control-freak of an assistant had let loose and had gone wild.
Something you see once in a blue moon, is a good girl gone wild, and it's a sight to behold let me tell you that.
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