I Won't See You Tonight

--Brian--

Bree came down the stairs the next day wearing a pair of black boy shorts and one of her Avenged tank tops she’d stolen from the stash we sold at our shows. There was a hot pink Death Bat on the front of it. Her black hair was up in a messy bun as she yawned and sat next to me, “Morning,” she grumbled.

“Hung over, much?” I asked with a chuckle. Sure, I was hung over as well, but her expression was just priceless.

“Yea---” she paused before studying me and smirking. “You got laid,” she noted with excitement, “you fucking horny bitch!”

I laughed, “So what?”

She hive fived me, “Way to go babe, was it good?”

“The best ever,” I smirked before cocking my head to the side and looking at her. “Bree!” I screeched.

“What?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“You have that ‘just got fucked’ look as well!” I said before pondering for a moment and slamming my fist down on the kitchen table. “I’m going to fucking kick Matt’s ass!” I growled.

“Calm down,” she laughed. “First of all, I don’t fuck people when I’m drunk… Suck them off, maybe,” she smirked, receiving a glare from me. I sincerely hoped she was joking, but she was my sister, so I couldn’t be sure. “Second, Matt and I didn’t do anything. I just found out I got rejected from UCLA. There wasn’t enough room for my transfer,” she smirked.

“And this makes you happy?” I questioned, raising a brow.

“Ah-derrr…” she said rolling her eyes. “Mom said if I don’t get in, that’s it… She’s through with me and I have to move out… Which means…”

I smirked, “Holy fuck! You get to live here with me and dad!” I smirked before hugging her.

Our parents had gotten divorced when we were ten. Bree had lived with my mom and I lived with our dad. Our mom, Karen, was a bitch to say the least. She couldn’t really give two shits about Bree, but as long as Bree was in school, she got extra cash from my dad. My dad, and my namesake, supported Bree in her decision to not go to college, but mom wouldn’t hear it. I guess she has no say now.

I loved my sister, and when she could stay over, we had a blast… Like last night. As long as neither of us drove, and we both got home okay, he didn’t mind us partying… We were two 19 year olds, it was expected.

--Breanna--

“Well, I’m going to get dressed,” I smiled before heading up to my room. Nothing had happened between Matt and I last night. Which sucked, but he promised Brian he wouldn’t, I guess.

No, before you gasp about my secret crush on Matt… No.

I don’t like him like that. He’s a good friend of mine, we’re both single… We’re fuck buddies.

And I really wanted some last night! Matt was damn good in bed, just so you know.

Anyhow, we decided to meet up today--- at his house--- and make up the time lost last night.

Now, before you jump to some more conclusions, I am not a slut--- I’m a Haner.

I quickly ran upstairs and got dressed in a denim miniskirt over neon-purple fishnet leggings with purple chucks. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and pulled a black polo with a purple Metallica logo over my heart. I had made this one myself, and I was quite proud of it. My eyes were lined in black with black eye shadow and I grabbed a pair of black Chanel sunglasses that Brian had bought me for my birthday before running down the stairs and grabbing the keys to my 1969 black Dodge Charger.

“Where are you going?” Brian asked, raising a brow.

“To the mall,” I lied. I hated lying to Brian, by I knew it would kill him if I was sleeping with Matt. First off all, it’s his friend; second of all, I’m his “baby sister” (by one minute) and he still probably thinks I’m a virgin; and third, Matt and I have been “friends with benefits” for four months, I’ve never kept anything from Brian for that long. Fuck, I’ve never kept anything from him for more than four days…

“Oh, alright. Have fun,” he smiled before taking a sip of coffee. I started to walk out of the house, “Wait!”

I snapped around, tensing, shit… Did he know?! “W-what?”

“You look like you just saw a ghost. Do you need some cash?” he asked with a laugh.

“No thanks,” I smiled before waving and opening the door, coming face to face with Zacky. I smiled, God I loved this boy…

“Hey Bree,” he said softly with a smile.

“Hey,” I smirked before walking past him. He let his hand brush against mine as I walked past, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I could hear him take a quick breath, as I felt his eyes upon me. I didn’t dare look at him though.

I’ve been in love with him since before I can remember.