Twisted Vegas

I march into the studio. All of the others were already here. The mood in the room felt upbeat and lively. I take a good long look at each of them really questioning if now was the right time to bring this up. Taking a seat on the couch I mull over the pros and cons.

"How are things with Michelle?" Jimmy asks.

"They're slowly coming back around." I answer putting emphasis on the slowly. I take a deep breath.

"I talked to Ryan last night." Pausing I check to make sure I have everyone's attention. "He told me that I wasn't the only one of us that got married in Las Vegas."

Never had the studio been this quiet. Every head was turning looking at all the others, wondering, questioning who was it. To be honest I was doing the exact same, wanting very badly to know which of my best friends was keeping this secret.

My eyes settle on Jimmy. Out of the five of us, if I had to choose, I'd say he'd be crazy enough to marry someone while drunk off his ass in Vegas. I study his face. He smiles at me; too bad out gives nothing away. If it was Jimmy I was going to have to find a different way to get it out of him.

I jump up no longer able to handle the silence. Grabbing the closest guitar I get to work on a solo that's been driving me crazy. After a ge tries I nail it. A noise catches my attention. I look up and find Jimmy, Johnny, and Zacky all focused on their instruments.

My eyes find Matt in the corner eyes glued to a sheet of lyrics. Matt would shake his head when he came to a lyric he didn't like or that didn't fit just right. When it came to lyrics Matt was a perfectionist.

Unknown Pov:

My eyes nearly poped out of my skull when Brian said that someone else had gotten married while we were in Las Vegas. It took a split second for me to compose myself. I quickly realized that if Brian had known it was me he would have come to me personally.

He said it out in the open like that to gauge our reactions. Brian has no idea who it is. He was probing all of us to see if one of us gave ourself away. That was very clever of him, that bastard, too bad it didn't work though.

Clearly frustrated Brian picks up his black and silver pin-stripped guar. He, starts right into the solo that's been giving him a hard time. I turn my attention away from him and focus on doing what I need to get done.

I'm just about finished when I get the distinct feeling I'm being watched. I shrug it off and finish the task at hand all the while still feeling watched. Not being able to stand it any longer I look up. My eyes meet the blue eyes of Jimmy. The smile he flashes me feels like he's looking into my soul. It's as if he knows I'm the one Brian was talking about. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he did. Jimmy is fucking brilliant.

I stare right back at him. He shakes his head then dives back into drumming. Maybe he doesn't know after all. My stomach grumbles telling me that it needs to be fed. I look down at my watch. It reads 12:25pm. I decide to get some food.

Walking into the kitchen area I grab strawberries out of the fridge. I pick one up and take a bite. It's perfectly sweet with just a hint of tartness. Once it's down to the stem I toss it back into the point pulling out another one.

By the time I'm finished the point is half empty. I pull out all, the stems, toss them in the trash then put it back into the fridge. The rest of the day goes by with out a hitch. Everyone too focused to badger the others. Quicker than I expected it was time to head home.

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I walk into my home. My girl greets me with a kiss.

"How was the studio?" She questions.

"It was great." I lie. There wasn't any need to get her all worked up.

"That's good." She says believing me.

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