Cheers for Beers

"Stop being an idiot and give me my phone!"

"No." I replied firmly before hopping off the couch and running up the stairs with Jayden groaning and cursing right after me.

"Damn it, Klare," he exclaimed exasperatedly, "for the last time, give me back my phone!"

"No!" I returned his hostile look with one of my own.

"You're 17 yet you're acting like a spoiled nine years old." he decided to go for the insult tactic since his attempt at scaring me didn't work, but instead of being offended by his comment, I merely stuck out my tongue and ran inside my room. I didn't go through all that trouble just to give his phone back to him. Maybe next time, I should try sedating him before going after his stuff. How do you unlock this thing?

"Pretty, pretty please?" he's finally caught up with me and was now hoping to loosen my grip on the phone with his words. "She's gonna call me at any moment!"

Oh. I looked at him. Mystery solved.

"You found another one already?" I asked in disbelief. He shrugged nonchalantly and threw a smirk my way.

"Why? Jealous?"

"Don't flatter yourself." I said as blood rushed to my face.

The phone suddenly vibrated in my hands, and the screen lighted up with a smiling face of an unknown girl with hazel eyes and wavy, golden hair. Emmy. The girl was breathtakingly gorgeous and the complete exact opposite of childish me. Did he had to make a point to go after everyone who's the exact opposite of me? At the sound of his phone, Jayden's eyes widened and he leaped forward in an attempt to intercept the call, but unfortunately, all he succeeded in doing was sent the phone flying out of my grip. The device collided into the door of my closet with a thud while he pinned me down to ground, his nose hovered only millimeters above mine. We stared at each other with wide eyes, unblinking, the still ringing phone completely forgotten at the foot of my white closet. His weigh on me was unexpectedly a welcomed pressure, and being this close up, I could tell that besides his hair, the last 18 months in England hadn't changed him at all. His jaw was sharp angles that framed his chiseled cheekbones. Long eyelashes lined the electric blue orbs that were still staring at me with such an intensity that made me feel as if I'm being sucked into it. I pried my eyes away from his with great difficulty, and landed on his lips instead. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Despite his masculine build, his lips were soft and rosy and inviting... The urge to lean forward was suddenly overwhelming, I flicked my eyes up again, only to find that he was still staring at me with that same intensity. A bark rang out from the door, causing both of us to flinch slightly at the interruption, and Jayden's eyes to refocused.

"We...should get up." he said, all traces of the desperation from before disappeared and with that, he propped himself up with a spring from his wrists.

"Here." he direct his open palm toward me. I glanced up and saw that he was looking at me expectantly. I place my hand into his palm, his fingers wrapped gently but firmly around the back of my hand as he helped me up. When I was finally standing stably, I proceeded to pull of some strands of doggy hairs from my sweaters as I tried to control my hyperventilation. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Jayden walked calmly over to my closet, and bent down to pick up his phone. He slid the phone in his back pocket before striding back to me in measured steps. He stopped and turned to face me, avoiding my eyes.

"I guess I'll see you at dinner." he said after an uncertain silence. I nodded, the only response I was capable of at the moment. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave a quick squeeze before continuing out the door. On the way out, he bent down again and gave Cotton, the white toy Pomeranian that he'd gotten for me a few years back, a little scratch behind her ears. She licked his long fingers as if to thank him, and when he stood up to leave, she trotted toward me with her stumpy paws. When I hear the downstairs door finally close with a quiet thud, I collapsed onto the carpeted floor of my bedroom, gave a sigh of relieve and leaned against the side of my bed. I pulled my knees close to my chest, and rested my chin on it.

"What is wrong with me." I sighed again as I stared at Cotton who is now licking one of my hands. Why hadn't I stood up sooner, maybe if I had, the awkward air that was now squeezing at my chest wouldn't be there. I groaned internally as I repeatedly hit my forehead against my knees. At the sounds of Cotton's questioning whimper, I lifted my head and gave her a smile before patting her furry little head.

"Maybe I'm going crazy after all, huh?" I mused. She gave a bark as if to agree with me, and proceeded to squishing herself into the space between my stomach and legs. I wondered if she could hear my rapid heartbeats.


" Damn, damn, damn!" I muttered as I buried my face into my hands. What happened? Emmy is supposed to be the center of my mind right now, not Klare and her wide, melting chocolate eyes staring at me... Removing one of my hands, I twisted the key and the car's engine buzzed to life. I let out a long, frustrated breath before sitting straight up, only to find that her scent had followed me. It was so light, yet at the same time, so intoxicatingly sweet. The scent brought back memory of the incident that happened just now in her bedroom and my chest felt like exploding yet again. How could such a small incident bothered me so much? I should have gotten used to those kind of situation by now, it's not like I'm inexperience when it comes to contact with women. It's lucky that somehow I was able to control myself and not attack her. I gave another sigh, and was about to speed away from the scene of the crime, when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered the call, not caring enough to check to see who it was.

"It's Emmy," a voice spoke through the speaker, "are we still up for coffee today?"

Coffee? What coffee? It took a while before I remembered the date I'd planned today with blonde I had met a few days ago.

"I'm sorry but I'm kinda...busy at the moment. Maybe tomorrow?" I asked distractedly, my mind still unable to release its grasp on the bedroom incident. I began fiddling with the little photo of me and Klare that was hung from the key. Crap, how am I ever gonna face her again? I began speculating the chances of me living the rest of my life avoiding Klare but then gave up. I don't wanna see her again, yet at the same time I don't think I can live the rest of my life without her. Look at how much sense I'm making, my mom would be so proud of her sensible Jay Jay who was smart enough to graduate high school but had yet been able to figure out some common sense.

" Are you listening to me?!" the smiling voice on the phone had turned into a raging storm within the matter of seconds. Shoot! What was she saying?

"God! Don't ever speak to me again! We're over you hear me? Our first date, and you manage to be late and even dared to ignore me?! I was wrong about you, you know what? Go die in-" I shut down the call before she could finished her sentence. Way to go Jayden! First, you almost kissed Klare, and now your first catch in months is gone. How do you feel about yourself? I hit my forehead against the steering wheels and threw my phone in the cup holder. Where to go? Where to go? Somewhere with...beers! From my past experience, beer can cure anything, if you can handle the killer hangover later on that is. I'm not a heavy drinker, and only resort to it when all else failed. But that is besides the point, the point is, it makes me happy and distracted. And right now, distraction is my number one priority.


The metallic clock above the TV read 12:50. Jayden's still not home yet, I swear, the moment he stepped through the door, all that pretty pink hair of his is gonna be chopped off. My mom and Carol had both retreated to their bedroom sometimes ago when both had failed to drag me to bed. Staring tiredly at the pasture of mooing blue cows on the screen, I wonder when Jayden will drag his sorry butt home. A few seconds later, I heard tapping at the front window. Should I check by myself or phone the police? The curiosity got the better of me, and I crept unarmed toward the window and dragged the cream curtain to the side. At first I saw nothing, thanks to the lack of street lamps in our neighborhood. You'd think that with the number of accidents caused due to lack of efficient lighting, the city council would eventually build lamp posts around here so that people might actually see where they're going and not trip on tree roots and die horrifically painful deaths from being trampled by joggers and bicyclers; but no, they decided to use their annual funds to buy plant more trees on our sidewalk. Masters of common sense, aren't they?
Looking down, I saw a pair of blue eyes staring at me through a mess of pinkness and jumped back a bit. The creature smiled sheepishly at me with his impossibly bright eyes, then pointed his long finger at the door and mouthed the word, locked. I sighed, and resisted the urged to open the window and yell something along the line of " you don't say" in his face. I reached over to the knob, unlocked the door, and in popped his face.

"Hey hey hey." his words slurred slightly as he tumbled through the door and landed in a heap on the sofa.

"You're drunk." I said a-matter-of-factly.

"No I'm not," he denied with wide eyes, "I'm happy! Beers makes me happy! Cheers for Beers!"he punched his fist at the air, then began singing a song about how happy beers make him. Sighing, I plopped myself next to the heap of happiness, and pulled him up by the shoulder so that he was leaning against the back of the couch.

"What happened?" I asked, knowing he's not a beer person, and would never drink he's reaching the depressing stage of his cycle. He just sat there, staring at my lap, then beer tears dripped down his face. This is exactly why I don't like Jayden being anywhere near alcohol. When he get drunk, he gets emotional and clingy. The clingy part is cute, but the emotional part is pretty messy, his drunken emotional side is like PMS on crack.

"Emmy dumped me!" he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, dropped his forehead onto my right shoulder, and sobbed dramatically. "We didn't even go on one date, and she said that she's tired of me." he whined. I rubbed his back with my free hand while the other was patting his head. I always make a point to be nicer to him than usual when he's emotional like this. Also, knowing the drama queen that he is, if I caused him too much tears, he'll probably be crossed with me the next day when he finds his eyes all swollen and red.

"There, there." I tried comforting him awkwardly, like I had with Cotton when she got a paw surgery. Not exactly the same case, but whatever works right? He lifted his head and looked at me through his wet eyelashes and damped mess of hair.

"You won't leave me right?" he asked in a cracked voice.

"No." I assured him, " Now stop crying." I wiped his tears away with both of my thumbs and saw that he was smiling again. He suddenly wrapped his arms tight around my waist and pulled me even closer so that there was no space between us. I froze.

"You're the best Klarey!" he exclaimed happily. See what I mean? He goes through several phases when he's drunk, and let's just say that acting like a kid is just one of the many, many phases he goes through.

"Alright, alright, let's get you to bed before your mom finds out you've been drinking." I said after returning his hug.

"Klarey?" A voice broke the silence of the house.
Shoot! I pushed pulled away and pushed Jayden down so that he was suddenly lying down, head on my lap. Even in his drunk state, his eyes could still registered surprise. I clamped a hand over his lips, before turning toward the stairs and smiled at the figure standing at the top of the stair.

"Yes?" luckily the TV had automatically turned itself off sometimes ago and the only source of light was form a little lamp by the staircase, so there was no way she could have seen Jayden.

"Is Jayden back yet?" she asked worriedly.

"No, but he called me and told that he's going to be home a few minutes." I lied, hoping she won't be able to smell the strong odor of the beer oozing from her son. God forbid that her keen sense of smell decided to make itself useful and blow my cover right now.

"Really? Okay, I'll come and sit with you then, you looked like you can use some company." she suggested.

"No!" I stopped her, "I mean-you need your rest, just go, I'm sure you'll have your chance to yell at him tomorrow." I ranted, trying to stop her form moving any closer. Looking down, I saw Jayden staring at me with dream-like eyes.

"Alright then, honey," she said uncertainly, "Good night." she gave me a look of doubt before turning around. When I heard the door to her bedroom squeaked close, I sighed and removed my hand.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" I asked.

"Nope!" he sang, "I'm fine as a butterfly." he replied, leaving me to wonder how fine is fine as a butterfly.

"Let's get you back to your room." I stood up, and wrapped one of his arm on my shoulder to help him up.

"Bam ratatata ta ta t-"

"Quiet!" I hissed, clamping my hands over his lips again.

"Why?~ I'm happy!" he gave me a grin and went right back to singing, causing me to roll my eyes. When he's this drunk, he's an entire different person, all angelic and not a single trace of the devilish creature he was remained. By the time we got to his room, sleep had begun to take over and he was reduced to merely mumbling some random lines about "purple lamas eating all his potatoes". I don't think I'll ever be able to understand how his mind works. I kicked the door quietly open with one of my foot, and settled him onto his bed.

"It's hot in here." he complained and began to pull his shirt up.

"What are you doing?" I held his hands in place, my face red from the slight sliver of skin that I saw peeking through. He looked at me in surprise.

"It's hot." he repeated, as if that was any reason to give a strip tease, and finished taking off his shirt. I looked at him in disbelief,turned around and was about to walk out, he tackled me onto his bed, and positioned me so that I was between him and the wall, before nuzzling his head back into my neck, his well toned stomach pressing against mine.

"Don't leave." he whispered and sent shivers racing up and down my spine. Funny how two simple words could make me muscles turned to jelly. His hands clasped behind my back, and locked me inside his grasp.

"Jayden, let go." I told him weakly, despite the fact that even if I wanted to, my muscles wouldn't let me move.

"Don't leave me." he mumbled into my neck again, his lips burning the skin that it touched. I looked down at the pile of hair that flopped itself messily all over and find myself smiling stupidly at him. I smoothed out his hair and let his breathing lured me into sleep. That night I dreamed of flying purple lamas and pink potatoes.

"Do you think we'll wake them up?" a voice asked nervously. It's too bright in here. So comfortable though.

"Mmm..." I snuggled closer my pillow, tightened my arms around it and buried my head into it. Funny, I think my pillow grew some hair.

"But they're so cute!" another voice crooned, "Just one, pleaseee" the voice melted into a plead.

"Alright, alright, here I turned the flash off, they won't wake." Suddenly, came a squeal. "You're right, Carol! They're absolutely adorable!" Then a several snapping noises came from somewhere. Wait a minute, my eyes snapped open to find some fluffy pink stuff.

"Jayden! Wake up!" I tried to pushed him away, but he only hugged me closer and tighter.

"One more minute, Klare." he begged sleepily before resting his head back into my neck. More snapping from the doorway.

"My pillow smell so good today, I wanna eat it." he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his pillow is currently on the floor, next to the lamp, and inhaled me, making want to melt into a puddle right there. I glared at my mom and Carol, who were giving me teasing glances. It was elementary school all over again. Remember those days, when a student would get called to the principal office, and the whole class would " Ooooo..." with accusing stares. Good times, weren't they? Well, right now, the two woman in question were doing the exact same thing with their eyes that was practically oozing with mirth, you could almost see the little horns peeking through their hairs. Humiliated, I gave Jayden a good whack on the side of his head before screaming "Wake up!" in his ears. That did the trick. He opened his eyes in surprise, and then gave me a questioning look.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his arms still wrapped around my back. Like he'd remember.

"I'll tell you, please, please," I begged, " just get them out of here," I pointed at the two fangirls who were squealing away. Seeming to notice our audience for the first time, his eyes widened a great deal, which was followed by all his pillows flying toward the door. Laughing as they dodge the attacks, the pair of best friends ran out, slamming the door in their wakes, not before sticking their tongues out at us of course. And he wondered why I act like a nine years old. Jayden sat up, groaned, and ran a hand through his messy hair, and then noticing that he half naked, drew a blanket around himself.

"We didn't-"

"Don't worry, you were to busy singing to do anything." I answered before he could start drawing wild fantasy inside that pretty head of his. He gave a sigh of relief before looking at me. I looked down and noticed that I was just have on my a pair of baggy pajamas that my mom had gotten for me. Being the kind of mom she is, she'd never been around long enough to know my size so just ends up getting the largest size of everything just to be safe. My mood gloomed a bit at how unattractively the pjs hung over me, I hugged my knees and place my head on top, and just settle for staring at Jayden from there. Being the guy he is, he's probably used to waking up to women with nothing on there body or may be some kind of sexy lingerie, and here I am with an oversized pajama. The thought, at the very least, was a very laughable one. I looked at him and saw that he was still at me with great interest.

"What did I do last night?" he asked nervously, I could tell he doesn't really want to know the answer. I gave him a smirk and decided to play around with him a little, it's not everyday the Great Jayden was this insecure, I may as well take advantage of it.

"Well..." I drawed, his eyes alerted at once.

"I dragged you in the house after I saw you made out with some random guy on the street, then when I finally got you inside, you lied down by the door and confessed your love to the lamp next to the TV." by now, his face was a mask of horror as he tried to rack his brain for any memory of the guy he supposedly made out with. Unable to stop myself, I bursted out laughing, and Jayden's face harden, he turned away red with embarrassment.

"Very funny." he said coldly. I moved closer to him and nudged him playfully.

"Aw... come on, be a good sport." I tried and looked at him expectantly. He turned around to give me a look, and his eyes softened.

"Alright, I'll give you points." he said.

"You really don't remember anything? Anything at all?"
He shook his head, and groaned in pain.

"Remind me to never do that again." his hands still clutching his hair. He opened his eyes and was quickly reminded of the fact that there seemed to be an article of clothing missing from his body. Following his glance, I found myself staring at his well toned chest, and then down his flat stomach until it disappeared inside the darkness of the navy blue blanket.

" Ummm... do you mind explaining to me why I'm half naked?" he asked after a while, amusement colored his voice as he caught me staring . I could feel a blush blossomed across my face. The way he was looking at me, as if it was me who made him stripped or something. Seeing my reaction, he smirked and seemed to decide that he'll enjoy teasing me.

"You said it was hot, so you took of your shirt." I rushed as I got near the end, embarrassed that I was admitting that I was a witness.

"And you didn't stop me?" He grinned and grabbed my hand, pressing it against his chest. I pulled away as if I had been scorched, and stared down at the blanket instead. For something so simple, it sure is interesting. Maybe I should sleep over more often. Arg... what am I thinking?!

"I tried," I continued tracing the stitching along the blanket, "but you wouldn't let me." I gave his face a peek and saw that he was still looking at me with amusement.

"Really." he breathed into my ear. Since when did he got so close? I turned around in surprise, and our lips almost touching. Finding my common sense somewhere in my mushed up brain, I immediately pulled away, and jumped off the bed. Deciding that I'll have the last words, I stopped outside of his room and called back.

"Emmy must hate you now, huh?"

A look of complete horror froze across his face as he tried to remember what he'd told me the
night before. Grinning, I waved my fingers in his direction before sticking out my tongue and running back to my room.

Author's Note : Jayden+beers+bed, and yet nothing happened, lol, sorry for the tease. ~.^ I still think they're very cute though. Anyway, I thought it maybe interesting to see the story from Jayden's POV, so tell me what you guys think. Ten points to whoever guessed the title of the song Jayden was singing correctly. "Bam ratatata ta ta ta ta ta ~" xD

BlueEyedGhost : Thank you for the review! ^_^ Hope you enjoy this chapter as well, ahaha, and the purple lamas, lol.