I Won't See You Tonight

--Zacky--

Something wasn’t right in the atmosphere, and I was starting to suspect something was wrong with Brian.

We’d been continuing with our arrangement for over a month now, and at first it all seemed to be going fine, but as time went on he seemed to be becoming more and more attached to me.

He kept zoning out too, and then talking about all these wonderfully romantic dates he’d been going on.

At first, I was happy for him—I mean—everyone deserves to find that someone that showers them in affection, hell I’d give anything for Bree to feel that way about me… But I started to get the feeling that these ‘dates’ were with me… Maybe he was just hinting at something, but no matter what, our relationship was strictly sex-based; it would never be anything more.

But, there was also the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he really believed in these ‘dates...’

Matt had mentioned that he seemed to be confusing reality and daydreams lately; surely it was a result of stress.

--Matt--

Here she was again, sitting before me as tears spilled from her hazel-green eyes, her faced being stained with her running mascara. I lifted my hand to her cheek, wiping a tear away before kissing her lips and feeling her sigh. “What happened?”

“Dad said I couldn’t live with him just yet. He said that he’s going away on tour, and that he’ll be moving and renting a 1bedroom apartment for Brian until he gets back, Brian isn’t living with him when he returns, he’s going to have to get his own place… My mom told my dad she wasn’t kicking me out, so he decided this…. But my mom is kicking me out, in fact, she already has,” she said crying.

I laughed slightly, causing her to look at me with an offended look, “Sweetheart, is that all?” She scoffed slightly at my question, and I couldn’t help but let a smile creep across my lips, “You can stay here. God, it’ll make the commute easier.”

She laughed at this, I’ve always had a way of making her smile when she wanted to curl up and die. My lips brushed up against hers and we kissed for a while before I let her sleep. I could tell she wasn’t looking to score tonight-- and although I desperately wanted to ravage her with her mascara running in a such a way it aroused me-- I’m not and ass, and so I pretended like I didn’t want to have sex tonight either.

--Breanne--

Matt woke up to a pleasant experience. “If I’m sleeping, doesn’t this count as molestation?”

“Oh, sorry,” I said before getting up and pretending to walk away.

“No!” he yelled seriously, “I was just kidding! Please come back!”

I smirked victoriously before obliging to his request, this resulted in a quickie…

Okay, two or three hours of us ‘celebrating’ my moving in with him before burning out all our energy and falling asleep for a few more hours.

When I woke up, I decided it would be best to take a shower. We were all going to a party tonight, all meaning: Matt, Johnny, Jimmy, Brian, myself and of course, Zacky.

The party wasn’t going to be lame like the last one; this one was being held by Jimmy’s new girlfriend, Layne. I’d hung out with her a few times, and already loved her. She had the best personality I’d ever seen, not to mention the girl was gorgeous. She had shoulder length black hair, that looked blue in the light with side-sweeping ‘emo’ bangs that were dyed a neon or “atomic” pink. She’d informed me the color glowed under black light. She was about my height of 5’7 (which was interesting since Jimmy’s 6’3), with warm honey colored eyes and a body that supermodels would envy.

Matt made me promise to finally tell Zacky tonight, before the seven (including Layne) of us went on their first tour for their album “Waking the Fallen.”

I’ve never broken a promise to Matt, nor would I ever… So… Tonight was the night.

…Oh my God… Tonight’s the night!

“Matt,” I groaned.

“Stop freaking out about it, trust me… You won’t regret telling him…” he paused, “but yes… We can relieve some more tension before you have to get ready,” he laughed. I breathed a sigh of relief before my bare body snuggled in to his, before he flipped me onto my back, nipping at my neck.

“Ugh, you’re the best,” I groaned while his hands traveled.