I Won't See You Tonight

--Matt--

Something weird is going on, I can feel it. I’ve always had a sense for these things…

Brian’s been acting weird lately, I can’t explain it, but I have the feeling it has something to do with Zacky--- not that I can mention that to anyone. If Bree found out that something may be going on between her brother and Zack, I don’t know what she’d do.

It’s true, I love Bree to death--- more than I’ve ever loved another girl--- but not in the way that she loves Zacky, not in a romantic way. I love her in the sense that I’ve known her almost all my life, I love her as my closest friend and I’d do anything for her and knowing that she doesn’t do well with broken hearts, I couldn’t bare to be the one to tell her: Hey, I think your brother is fucking the man you’re in love with…

Actually, if I had to guess… I’d say Brian was the catcher and Zacky was the--- EW! I don’t want to fucking think about that shit!

The only thing I don’t understand is why Zacky would be with Brian… I know for a fact that Zacky likes girls, fuck the guy has more Jenna Jameson porn on his computer than Johnny. On top of that, he’s the one that drags me to strip clubs every other weekend. Not to mention, I know for a fact he likes Bree as much as she likes him.

Brian’s starting to drift from all of us though, I don’t get it either.

Well, actually, he’s not antisocial or anything… He just seems to be spending a lot of time in his head lately… Daydreaming, and confusing reality with those day dreams… I’m starting to think he’s taken one too many hits of Acid or something, he asked the other day how we got away with robbing a bank on Sunday…

What bank?

What time is it anyhow? Fuck, Bree’s coming over any minute, and I still haven’t showered.

I can still remember the first time she came over…

Flashback - Matt’s POV -

A knock at my door pulled me out of my peaceful slumber. Grumbling, I reluctantly got up as the knocking got more desperate, and walked toward the wooden door if my studio apartment.

Not bothering to look through the peephole, I opened it to a sobbing and shaking Breanne. My annoyed expression quickly turning into a worried one, “Bree, what’s wrong?!”

She latched onto me like a scared child-- clinging-- and I began rubbing her back, while pulling her into my apartment and closing the door. “I-I’m sorry M-matt,” she sobbed, flinching as I touched her back, “I-I d-didn’t know where else to g-go, Brian and d-dad are a-away.” Her breathing was ragged.

“Don’t apologize, just calm down Bree… What happened?” I asked with concern.

She shook her head, she was crying too hard to speak, so I led her to my bed and sat her down before going to get a glass of cold water. Crossing the room, the ice in the glass the only sound accompanying her sobs, I sat next to her on the bed and handed the glass. She took a few sips before pulling her knees to her chest and trying to calm down. I put my hand on her back once more causing her to flinch.

Within a few minutes she was calmer. “I broke up with Will--” she said finally. I nodded, secretly happy in my head, not because I liked her, but because I hadn’t like her boyfriend Will since the day I met him. That grew into hatred when I found out he’d pressured her into sleeping with him, and giving him her virginity before she was ready to. She was only 16 for fucks sake! “--After he started beating me,” my blood boiled at that statement, and I lifted the back of her shirt revealing a fresh, large bruise. “I-I didn’t actually break up w-with him,” she said getting worked up again. “I just left a-as f-fast as I could. Mom w-wouldn’t l-let me into the house, cause she w-wanted to f-fuck her b-boyfriend… Not that I m-minded, her n-new boyfriend’s been h-hitting me t-too,” she said. Great, now I have two people to murder. “I d-didn’t know where else to go, though… I have n-no where else t-to go…”

“Bree, I’m always here for you, babe, you know that. I’m glad you came here,” I said, wrapping an arm around her. “I would have had to kill you if you just wandered the street all night…”

She laughed slightly, leaning against me. “I just can’t take it anymore, Matt, it’s too hard,” she sniffled. “I just want to--”

“Don’t even say it,” I said quickly and sternly. “If you need to, you can stay here. You don’t have to pay a thing, but don’t you dare try and kill yourself, Bree.”

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Don’t be, I plan on putting both those assholes in the hospital…” I answered.

She turned and looked at me for a while before kissing me, the two of us falling backward into my bed, and letting the moment escalate into a lot more than kissing.

End of Flashback

That was the first time the two of us slept together, I was—and still am—the second guy she’s ever been with.

She later told me that there was something about kissing me, being with me, that made her feel safe… That made her feel like nothing in the world could harm her, she’d needed me more than she needed anyone that night, and I wouldn’t let her leave until Brian and her father returned from the mini-tour Mr. Haner was on--- two weeks later.

Knock, knock, knock.

Shit! There’s my Bree now.