You sighed and shook you head at the passed out nation on you couch; the result of a late night drinking party with his two friends – who were both sleeping on separate couches themselves. How they got into you house was a mystery to the world. One minute, you're taking a shower; the next, Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio are in your living room, about to get drunk as hell. You knew arguing would get you no where, so you just made yourself dinner, kidnapped Gilbird and ignored them all night. You wanted no part of what ever they may have had in mind for you and locked your door to make sure you were safe.
Now, they were all passed out in your house...in your now-messed-up living room. You twitched at the thought of how much cleaning you’d have to do, now. You would have made them do it, but they were all so useless and you knew they would just ruin everything, anyway. Right now, you just wanted them up and out. So, being the good girlfriend/female friend you were, you decided to give them all a "gentle" wake up.
With a sinister smirk on your face, you walked over to her living room curtains and yanked them open, filling the room with the golden rays of a bright, summer morning. The three, now-awake men, all screamed, covered their faces, and rolled off of her couches onto empty beer cans and wine bottles long since abandoned.
"What the hell?!" Gilbert shouted as Antonio rolled around on the floor, covering his eyes with his the palms of his hands and Francis lied on the floor on his stomach, covering his head with his arms and cursing the light. You chuckled. "That's what you get for coming to my place uninvited and messing up my house. Now, all of you get up und get out." The three took their time, but they all eventually got up. Francis and Antonio bid the adieus and left, complaining about their massive headaches. Gilbert just dusted his clothes off and seated himself on your couch while Gilbird took his rightful place flying circles around Gilbert’s head.
"You, too. Out." You order, pointing to the door. "Nein. I think I'll just stay here with mein frau und watch you clean. Hey, think you could wear that sexy maid outfit I got you before?" You turned red from anger and embarrassment at the statement. "G-gilbert! No! Get the hell out of my house!" You shouted. You knew he wouldn't leave, given that he was...him. "Come on, babe. Not like you're going to be in it that long." Gilbert said with a suggestive wink. You blushed more. "You're such a pervert." You mumbled.
"And you love it. Admit it."
You stayed quiet. To be honest, you did kind of like it...but only sometimes and only in certain ways. He always made you feel more special than any girl in the world, he complimented you or called you ‘the most awesome girl to ever live’, but made you feel weird when he touched your chest or butt in public for no reason and claim your "vital regions" as his forever. It was weird, but you loved him anyway, that perverted bastard.
You crossed your arms and turned away. "Shut up. Look you can stay, but I'm not putting that thing on."
"Fine. It can wait till you’re done." Gilbert said and laid his head on the couch arm with his feet on the others. You huffed again and went to the kitchen to get a broom and a bag for her living room. Why'd you have to fall for that damn pervert?
After getting a garbage bag from under the kitchen sink, you stood up. You were about to walk back into the living room, but a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. "Forget it. I can't wait."