Hey all ! I don't know why I did it, but did it anyway ... I seriously didn't know what come over me when I thought Jellal to be drunk AF . Anyways if you like , please review and check out my other Jerza Fanfic also ... You won't be disappointed . Constructive critiscim is always welcomed and cherished .

HOPE YOU ENJOY :

The morning was as old as the coffee on his desk , Jellal tapped it's murky surface to break the thickening of skin and watched the gap grow . It was a tiring day at work. He's been sitting at his desk with the paperwork pilling higher and higher that would otherwise be clean 'Save The Trees , HUH ? Guess , they never heard of that before ' with a frown creasing on his fore-head , he glanced at his laptop sitting idly at grey desk of this never ending cubicle farm and began doing what he was supposed to do .

Time flowed like cement . He checked his watch and cell , just to be sure both are working fine . A minute has passed since he checked an hour ago or so it seemed. There was nothing could be done but hope that after a dull start , it should brighten up later and it did ! when she walked past his cubicle , with a deep curve on her lips that made his world stop . Her smile was a ray of sunshine and he was sunburn.

She was a red-head , no scarlet-head perhaps , that not even a word but her hair reminded him of burnt-red sunset and it tumbled over her shoulders like a rusty-red waterfall . It was just not about her hair though , she as a whole was an enigma and Jellal had a knack of solving mysteries.

She was the kind of woman that other women loved to hate and men wanted to tame. But just as her hair , she was fiery . Giving no quarters to anyone , the very epitome of authority and her voice though as sweet as may-wine demands your respect and attention when speaking, she walked with a confidence of a movie star . She wasn't just flawless in curves but her skin was like silk over glass and radiated intelligent beauty .

Like all other men , he too was enthralled by her but unlike them , who only saw what deemed as 'outer or superficial' beauty . Yes, she was disarmingly beautiful but for him she was all about her simplicity , making things easy , helping people those around her to relax and be happy with what they have . Maybe , that's why her skin glowed , it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features.

For others she was a 'Perfect Starter Pack Of Hot-Girlfriend'. They frequently approached ,audaciously flirted with her and in the end get brutally shot-down by her . Jellal never-even had a two-minute conversation with her apart from few customary 'good-mornings', nothing else. Though he had an edge over the others that earned him few curses from his supposed competitors and a vicious smirk from Laxus . she was his roommate . Yes, Erza Scarlet was Jellal Fernandez's recent room-mate . How did it happen ? he didn't have the slightest clue . He just placed an ad for a spare room in his apartment at his company's employee website and the next thing he knew Erza Scarlet was at his doorstep looking for a room.

"From , the smile on her lips and the blush on your face looks like she's settling pretty well" He was startled out of his reverie by Laxus's thick and coarse voice.

"She finally moved in yesterday night" He said in a flat , toneless voice as Laxus stood besides his desk much to his annoyance. Laxus hasn't stopped bugging him since the day he told him that Erza would be moving into the room that once belonged to Laxus till he decided to move in with Mira who was coincidentally happens to be his crush's bestie.

"Man! if I were you I would already be in one-bed , hooking-up with her" He hunched his back , leaning on the edge of his desk and rolled his eyes. Truth be told Jellal never liked the term 'Hook-Up', call him old-school romantic but sex without feelings is something he just can't do ,especially with someone like Erza who deserved to be respected and loved " She's not that kind of woman ! and I wonder what Mira has to say about you hooking with her best-friend".

"Mira says that if you don't make a move now , then she'll slip away . Women like her doesn't have to wait too long for the right guy" Jellal knew that all too well , he needs to up his game , a part of him wanted to go and ask her out right now but a bigger part of him wanted to slowly fall in love with her . His mind was surging perplexity and his brain cells were randomized . He didn't know anymore , Looking at his watch again it was nearly Lunch-Time .Even though Laxus was being an ass-hat but he made time quickly pass away. "Come On ! It's Lunch " He rose from his chair and walked towards the cafeteria at end of the hallway , followed by his friend.

A week has passed , since she moved in . As a room-mate she was so far good , keeping to herself though he really wanted to change that . Except the fact , she had really had a sweet-tooth , like really. Their shared refrigerator stood like a great silver monolith in the kitchen. It stood as a testimony for her love for desserts, stacked with confectioneries that he didn't even see before and cakes , especially cheesecake. The only healthy thing he saw was Crimson and scarlet fruits decorated with little cream-colored seeds stacked in the clear plastic container. It was as if she was having an illicit-affair with them , At that moment Jellal realized that maybe all too perfect Erza Scarlet wasn't that perfect at all, and he liked her more.

It was the end of the second week , At 1 in the night when he heard a soft, muffled sniffling from her side of the room .The walls weren't particularly thick and he could hear her. He didn't know what made her cry but it made sure , he also felt the pain . He got up from his bed and went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see empty boxes of cakes and half filled container of strawberries. He sighed and looked towards her door 'It's going to be a long night for both of us'. He quickly grabbed his jacket and his car keys , putting on his sneakers in a hap-hazard manner as he made his way to the front door .

Finally at 3 , she stopped crying . Her eyes were red , swollen and she had a drippy nose , she wasn't one to cry with style - as on the covers of some women magazine , silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down the cheeks from wide luminous eyes leaving no streaks or smears . Her stomach snarled and howled and from it came the not-so-subtle undertone of pain. It came in waves and it seemed as though that it was slowly digesting itself. She submitted unwillingly to her stomach and with a frown gracing her face she open the door , fully aware that she has nothing but half-empty box of strawberries . She dejectedly open the fridge only to be shocked to see a white-Box with her name on it and a small sticky note attached to it. She hastily took out the box from the fridge and tore the note from it and as she read it , she couldn't help but smile. It said :

"Stressed ? spell it backwards : DESSERTS ,and what is more sweeter than a strawberry cheesecake ? . PS: I Totally Suck At It."

Jellal woke up to the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen, filling up his nostrils . When he came out of his room , he saw the table elegantly setup for two , each of the plates having two strips of bacon and a fried eggs accompanied by the slice of toast . He glanced around him to find the cook but they were now-where to be found.

"Good-Morning" she spoke in a gentle and honeyed tone , it was music to his ears and he turned to meet her gaze . Her cheeks were beyond attractive rosiness and she awkwardly shifted her legs as she smiled sheepishly "Thank you . Since we're roommates , I thought maybe we could have breakfast together and know each other better?' Jellal felt his own cheeks burned hot "Su ...sur.. sure , why not ?" he hurriedly sat down on the chair with a hot blush .

By the end of the breakfast , they knew each other likes and dislikes and But they never talked about the previous night . Frankly Jellal didn't care , He was too busy looking forward to more such mornings . Weeks turned into months and their relationship was bordering on thin lines of friends and lovers . They almost did everything together , from going office to cooking breakfast . For him , To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season and that was supposed to be enough but it wasn't . He never thought himself as selfish but she was making him one . He wanted to keep her only for himself , The way her nose crinkled in frustration when something didn't goes her way or The way her mouth curves into a childlike smile just at the mention of her favorite food , He wanted everything for himself.

He finally crossed the line of friendship and got stranded between a Yes or No , that night . It was Laxus birthday and Mira was out of town , so they both decided to grab few drinks . He informed Erza that he would be late and that she can have dinner without him . Nothing was supposed to go wrong, it did eventually.

He arrived at late hour ... His back was swaying like a horse under tranquilizer. stomach begins to heave in a sickly way and his head was spinning in a way that just makes no sense. It's like the whole house just got put on a carousel, slow at first but gaining momentum. He was about to kiss floor when a pair of two soft arms caught him , he glanced over his savior .

"You're Drunk !" Erza said as she lifted him with his left arm around her shoulder and her's on his waist , supporting him as she carried them to the nearby couch.

"ERZA-OH-ERZA , Why are you so red ?" He said it in a sing-song way with literally notes going up and down and then he was plopped down on the couch by her as she huffed, fighting for air . She looked at him ,sightly annoyed but mostly amused at his drunkenness "How many drinks you have to be in such state ?" she sat beside him , checking his forehead.

"Just a fewwwwwww..." Too many W's in his few made her suspicion clear that it was more than just a few drinks . "Well then , I suggest you sleep here .I'm in no position carry you to your room and you yourself right now aren't capable of that either" she stood up , in order to bring him blanket and pillows when she felt a jerk on her arm and she came down on his lap . "You're so beautifullllll..." He twirled one of her scarlet wisps in his hand and his face broke into big wide grin.

A deep blush spread from her face to her neck , she was not used to this side of him . She tried getting off him , but he wrapped her into his arms more tightly.

"Jell ... JELLAL , Let me go " She tried to squirm out of his iron-grip but failed . With a sigh of defeat , she glared at him "What do you want us to do in this position ?"

A Cheshire-grin broke out on his face and Erza could count all his teeth "I prefer you angry and red rather crying ... I hate when you cry. Why you were crying that day ?" Erza felt her face getting hotter than it was already , she stuttered "My Boyfriend left ..." She couldn't even complete her sentence, when Jellal interrupted her with his dejected and sorrowful expression "I'm sorry that you're boyfriend died ...". she glanced at him , her mouth open and loose. She blinks and refocuses "What makes you think that my boyfriend died ?".

"COZ , That's the only way a man could ever leave you !" He said it like it was no big deal , Erza felt her heart doing somersaults . "I LOVEEEE YOU...ERZA , you're so...soft " He said it finally . For a moment she was speechless and then slowly a smile crept on her face as she ruffled his hair , the giddiness he felt from just the touch of her skin muzzled his higher thinking in much the same way. With his primitive brain in charge and the flood of endorphin's urging him to continue he was swept away in the moment with this girl, his love. He was intoxicated.

Jellal wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of his skull and now his dehydration was too obvious to his stomach lurched and gurgled. Perhaps some painkillers would help too. He raised his heavy eyelids half way only for them to fall raised them again and swung his bare feet to the carpet again. He only remembers drinking out with Laxus and nothing else. He curse Laxus , for making him drink when fully aware that he was lightweight. With a thud ,He sank back to the couch; too many jobs to do, so much mess and his life in tatters. He closed his eyes once again , wanting to fall in oblivion.

Then as if a bolt of lighting struck him , His eyes opened wide and at once he got up . He raked his fingers through his cerulean blue locks "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT ...ERZA" with few more expletive curses he floundered aimlessly around trying to decide what he's ought to do next. 'what if he did something he shouldn't have done ?' He looked down at his clothes , if they're were any ? To his immense relief ,he was still in his work clothes.'It's Okay ... I didn't do anything". But what did he do ? He just remember Erza straddling him and he had his arms around her waist . He also remembered , grinning like an idiot that he was while her hands combing their ways into his hair.'Her smile is so pretty'. he smiled at memory but then again he came back to reality 'ughhh ... you idiot ! it's not time to think about that, you need to find Erza and apologize for whatever you did' . He felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. 'what if Erza doesn't forgives him ?' 'what if she decides to move out ?' 'I couldn't loose her , not now!' .Tension grew on his face and limbs, his mind replaying the various scenario's where he acted like a jerk and what possibly he could have done. In these moments of his personal hurricane, he heard a voice :

"I see , you're awake" He turned to see her standing in her sleeveless white gown , her hair lies long and loose ,The liquid sunshine against the face so pale as to be striking. The strands flow down her back, stopping in a line around her hips. He found himself lost in trance between her exposed creamy skin and her vibrant scarlet hair . She was holding a glass of water in her left hand while her right hand was curled into fist. she motioned him to take the glass from her hand and gave him what her left fist was holding it . Wordlessly he took both water and aspirin from her hands and gulp it down his throat.

Once done , she went out of his sight to the kitchen . Jellal followed her , struggling to form words he saw her working with kettle "I'm Making eggs , although you had aspirin I doubt that it would be effective without anything in your system , also this ginger tea would help you feel better." Jellal was visibly shocked that she was not only talking to him but in such cool and composed manner , like he didn't do anything.

"Errr... Erza !" somehow is managed to call her . She glanced at him while gathering all loose strands into a messy bun 'Is she going to hit me ?'

"Yes"

"Did ... DID ... DID I do something , last night ?"

A slow ,sly smile was creeping on the corner of her lips "By Doing , you mean making me sit on your lap , playing with my hair , repetitively proclaiming the I'm the most beautiful women you've ever seen ? Yes you did .

"OHHH ... I'm sorry , I wasn't myself . It was all booze talking , not-not that I don't think you're beautiful !, you're breathtaking ! . CRAP ! what I'm even saying?"

He was having a nervous breakdown and he takes a few steps backwards, bumping into the kitchen counter like he wasn't expecting it. His head rolls with the impact, eyes glazed.

"Not only that ... You confessed your undying love for me and then you slept on my lap saying that I've soft and squishy thighs ... Really Jellal ?"

"What, but, no, it didn't, that's... not... right..." he's breathing all wrong, beginning to gasp like there's not enough oxygen in the air.

"I wish you would have said all those things when you were sober." She turned her head to the side to avert his gaze, but the sudden rosiness of her cheeks gave her away.

Jellal felt his panic subsiding and his face felt like a hot oven , but he then decided to take matters into his own hand . He swiftly move towards her and cupped her flaming cheeks in his palms , forcing her to look at him "If it's not late , Can I say it again ?"

she gives him a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through him and she slides her arms around him "I think , I want you to".

The kettle was singing away on the stove as the steam rose from it while they share their first kiss.

"You're a Dork"