Siarra slept more peacefully than she had in a very long while. The problem was that usually, when she awoke in someone's arms, it was a lover. And so, when she woke, it was natural habit to find Jasper's lips and kiss him.
Jasper's eyes opened immediately and he pulled completely away, only to fall off the bed. A string of curses flowed freely under his breath as he tried to get up, staring at her like she was insane. "What the h.ell was that?"
Siarra jerked awake fully and whimpered. She quickly switched to the aggressive. "You're the one who got in my bed and slept with me!" She snapped. "I always kiss the boy I'm with when I wake up! It's a da.mned habit!"
"Well you could have told me about that d.amned habit of yours before snuggling with me!" Jasper yelled back, running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath an let it out slowly, trying to calm himself down.
Siarra was overwhelmed. Normally she would have been strong, defiant, and aggressive, but now, tears started to flow, and she sank to her knees. She was dealing with too much at once, and his shouting and blaming her only sent her over the edge.
"Aw, c'mon, don't cry..." If anything made Jasper depressed, it was crying girls. He sat on the edge of the bed, wishing he could hug her or something but knowing she'd probably hate that. "I'm sorry, okay? It just... startled me, or something..."
"Just get out!" Siarra sobbed, turning her back to him. She hated herself for allowing herself to be so weak, especially in front of him.
Jasper sighed, watching her for a moment before getting up. "Don't stay in here forever, alright?" he murmured softly, leaving and carefully closing the door behind him.
"Jasper!" Came a furious call from downstairs. His parents had heard the entire scene.
Jasper bit back a groan as he headed downstairs, taking his sweet time. "Yes..?" he called innocently, as if he had absolutely no idea why his parent's could be upset.
"What the he.ll do you think you're doing?!" His mother demanded, smacking him in the head. She rarely used language.
"Ow, jeez!" Jasper glared down at the floor, rubbing his head a little. "I didn't do anything! I accidently fell asleep in her bed and she kissed me and I freaked out a little! That's all, okay?"
His mother rubbed her temples, muttering to herself as she did when she was very angry. "Go up there and apologize to her. Offer to take her out wherever she wants to go for the day. Your father can give you money. Just remember no cars."
"What?" Jasper couldn't believe it. He hadn't even done anything wrong! "But I didn't do anything! And she'd never going to want to do anything with me, mom - she hates me!"
"You will go upstairs and do as I said!" She shouted. "At least offer it to her. If she refuses, so be it!"
Jasper huffed and started back up the stairs. "Fine." This wasn't going to end well, he already knew. He hesitated at her door before knocking. "Siarra."
"Go away!" Siarra shouted, her voice revealing she was either still crying, or at least still shaken.
Jasper opened the door anyway, though he didn't step inside. "Look, I'm sorry, alright?" he said softly. "I really am."
"Yeah righed." Siarra was curled up on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest with her back to the door. Her hair was in her face. "Don't bother just because your parents said you had to."
"I am sorry. My parents can't make me sorry, y'know. I wish I hadn't freaked out like that." Jasper sighed and approached the bed, sitting on the edge. "Do you want to do something? We can do whatever. We have all day."