Here it was, saturday night. The week seem to have burn through in a slow pattern. It killed me to see how slow the clock seemed to tick off. Whenever I was at Brian's or at school with them at lunch, the day seem to move back quickly. It was truly fucking weird. What was so incredible about the relationship that the guys and I carried, was how close we got within the short few days I was there. Each day we grew closer than the day before. It was cool to see them in their element as musicians. How much emotion they put into their music was crazy and I was hooked to it.

Tonight was Brian's party. His parents were out of town and he wanted everyone in Huntington High to see what their band had to offer, plus he wanted to see some chicks. Typical Brian.

I was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt with the sleeves cut off to wear my ribs were, a pair of jeans and converse. For accessories, I wore a studded braclet and my nails were painted black, of course. My hair was nice the way it was. My eyelids were black with sparkles and my waterline was black. My eyelashes tried to be as big as possible without fake lashes. I hurried down the steps before saying my goodbyes to my parents. They didn't care what time I was home, hell, I could sleep over either Brian's or Matt's. They loved them that much.

I arrived at Brian's house in a few minutes, already seeing the cars lined up. Shit. Where was I gonna park? I saw there was a space beside Matt's motorcycle, so I drove slowly into the spot. It was going to be hell backing up, but I was going to try. I walked out of the car, locking it before leaving it's side. The bass from the stereo was vibrating the steps outside. I rolled my eyes and let myself in.

I pushed through the people surrounding the door. I made my way to the music, knowing I was getting closer with the increase of volume. Once I was there, a lot of the guests were around the same area. Matt was screaming his heart out, Zack was looking down at the neck of his guitar, Brian was looking up and leaned back as he played, Jimmy looked lost in his own world and playing wonderfully, and their bassist, I think his name was Matt Wendt was hanging in the back. I never met Matt, and from the words that the guys talked about him - he wasn't that great.

As soon as the song ended, everyone cheered, including me. "Woo! Fuck yeah!" I yelled, and Matt's head snapped to see me. His lips curled to into a cheeky grin. His dimples were more prominate than usual. "We're gonna take a ten minute break, okay?" Matt said into the microphone, then placed it onto the mic stand. He walked quickly over to me, wrapping his rather large arms around me almost crushing me. I laughed and returned the hug.

"I'm so fucking happy you came." Matt said in my ear. I nodded as he released the embrace.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. You guys are fucking incredible." I said, complimenting them. They were pretty amazing. I wanted to hear them live again. The way that they put their soul into their music was breathtaking. It was something I have never seen before. They really wanted to do that for the rest of their lives.

Soon enough, Zack, Brian, and Jimmy came over and attacked him with hugs. They kept asking how good they were as a whole and individually. I could never critique them. They were already my best friends, even after five days of knowing them.

"We have about three more songs left, then we can hang out, okay?" Matt said, putting a piece of hair behind my ear. I nodded, and let them go off and do what they do best. I nodded my head to beat to every song they played and watched the auidence's reactions. They seemed to love it, which was a good thing.

Three songs later and Brian turned on the stero. She Rides by Danzig blasted through the system. I rolled my eyes because of the nature of the song. I knew he put it on, so that he could get lucky with some chick. He already parted way with the boys and Matt stayed with me.

"That was awesome!" I yelled over the stero system. Matt looked at me, like he didn't hear what I said, so I increased the volume. He took my arm and took me outside.

"Much, much quiter out here." He chuckled, sitting down on one of the porch chairs. I sat on the one beside him. "What were you saying? All I could hear was the music and the fuckin' people moaning along."

I laughed at his joke and smiled, "I said that that was awesome." I nodded, and his smile was wider than the one before.

"Thanks," He started, "I mean, that's what I want to do for the rest of my life. Music is the really only thing I love, y'know? I mean, I love my family, the guys, and you, but like... I don't know." He chuckled, looking down. He ran his hand over his hair, then looked back at me.

"No, I understand. I don't know what I want to do with my life yet, but I'm sure I can think of something soon." I laughed softly, then a wide smile came onto my lips.

"What?" Matt asked, smiling with me as well. Mr. Brownstone by Guns N' Roses was now playing through the speakers.

"I fuckin' love this song!" I said, then added an embarrassed laugh.

"Why don't you sing it to me?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Fine, I will." I smirked, standing up. I started to do the famous Axl Rose sway. "We've been dancin' with Mr. Brownstone. He's been knockin', he won't leave me alone. No, no.. he won't leave me alone." I sang in my best Axl voice. Matt laughed, clapping for me. "Thank you, thank you very much." I said, with an Elvis impersonation then bowed.

After the Guns N' Roses song, it slowed down to I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith. I rolled my hazel orbs. Why did Brian decide to play a fuckin' love song? God knows why. Matt stood up in front of me, sticking out his hand, "Shall we?"

I nodded, giving him a curtsey. I took his hand. On impulse, he put his other hand onto my waist and my free hand onto his shoulder. We swayed to the beat while our eyes were locked on each others. As soon as the chorus started, Matt opened his mouth and sang softly to me. My heart fluttered and my lips curled into a bright smile. I looked down, feeling my cheeks heat up. Matt stopped singing and started singing again once the bridge started. Slowly, but surely, my hand let go of his and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand moved to my waist and our bodies were closer. My heart pounded hard. I swallowed as soon as the song ended, "Well, um, that was nice."

Matt let out a slight laugh, "It was..." He smiled, looking into my hazel hues and mine locked with his. He leaned down and stopped inches from my lips. Brian opened the door.

"Hey guys!" I jumped out of his arms and looked at Brian. Matt's arms crossed and gave him a stern look. "Parents just called. Help me get these fuckers out!"

I raised my eyebrows, then rolled my eyes. I walked into the house with Matt following me. He muttered curse words under his breath. It took a total of 20 minutes to get everyone out. We cleaned up as much as we could. Jimmy and I took the instruments back down in the basement while Matt Wendt helped with the drum set. Soon enough, the house seemed acceptable. I guess he just told them that the guys and I were sleeping over. Brian put the stereo back on. Talk Dirty To Me by Poison played through the house.

"I'm getting a beer." I mumbled, leaving the guys to walk into the kitchen. I grabbed a Bud Light and popped open the can. I took a long sip, letting out a loud sigh. I need something more... heavier... to try to forget about the slow dance that Matt and I shared. I couldn't be getting feelings for my best friend.

"Brian!" I yelled and he ran over to me from the living room. He slid on the floor, but caught his balance. The beat of Talk Dirty To Me changed to Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard. What was on his mind tonight? Jesus. "Do you have Goose or something? Maybe Smirnoff?"

"Someone's frisky tonight." Brian purred, then went into the fridge, taking out a bottom of Smirnoff. "I better be the first dude you drunk kiss tonight." I rolled my eyes, opening the cabinets for a shot glass.

"How about we all do a shot?" I asked, looking at him. He agreed and brought the other guys into the room. My back was turned, but I could feel Matt's eyes on me. I poured a shot glass for each person. "Ready, guys?" I asked, handing them each one.

"For a great fuckin' show." I said, clincking glasses with everyone. We all sucked down the vodka. "Shit.." I muttered, shaking my head from the burn and hissed. Matt smirked at me, and I was already starting to feel the alcohol. Brian went over to the fridge getting a beer for each of us. We all started to chug down the drinks. Soon enough, we were all drunk and out.

We all passed out in the living room. Jimmy was in one chair and Zack in the other. Matt Wendt walked home since he lived two houses down. I was on the floor on Matt's chest. I was going to be hangover as fuck, but I knew that I had a good fuckin' night.

Notes

Hi guys! Jesus, it's been like a few weeks. I'll update much more now and be happy that this is longer. And of course, enjoy. Let me know what you think.
Jess x