You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

I had a hangover from hell. My head was throbbing and I felt like I was going to throw up until I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I groaned, turned over, and tried going back to sleep. ​ ​"God damn it!" I heard someone say. The voice sounded extremely familiar. It was a woman's voice also, and the only girl that ever came over to Matt's house this early was his friend Valary. I shrugged, and closed my eyes, then heard someone running up the steps and a knock on my guest room door. ​ ​"Go away!" I groaned. I was fucking tired and needed a lot of sleep, since I was going out later today with Michelle, Valary's gorgeous twin sister. I looked at the time and it was about 11am. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Another knock vibrated through the door. ​ ​"Brian!" ​ ​'What the fuck do you want, Val?" I asked, getting up. I wrapped the blanket around my waist, since I rarely slept with clothes on, and I walked to the door and opened it halfway. ​ ​It was Michelle. ​ ​"Babeeeee." She said, "Let me in?" ​ ​I opened the door and moved over to let her in and she sat down on the bed. "What are you doing here? It's a little early for our date tonight isn't it?" I asked, sitting beside her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She frowned a little bit. ​ ​"Yeah, it is.." She answered. "But I thought I should get out of the ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​house. Valary's storming Matt's room because he didn't tell her you two were going out drinking and it made her worried because he turned off his phone." ​ ​"He went home with some chick this morning." I said, running my thumb over her side. "Woke me up and told me he was leaving about 3 hours ago." ​ ​"He's an ass anyways. Val should know that by now since she's known his since they were kids.." She sighed. I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, nodding. ​ ​"True, but I'm an ass, and you've known me since high school." I said. ​ ​"You're different. you're not always an ass like he is. I don't like him hurting my sister and he's glad I haven't castrated him yet. Because I will if I have to." She stated, leaning her head on my shoulder. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​She was right. Matt had proved that he was the biggest ass ever by what he did with Ryden. Which really made me upset. But then again, I'm glad he said that, because she wouldn't be with Zack if he didn't. He's a great guy, Zack. I can tell that they're going to get along just fine and hit it off. ​ ​"Thanks babe." I kissed her head again. Michelle was precious to me. I hadn't had the nerve to tell Ryden about her just yet, because she would hate me for keeping Michelle a secret. ​​​​She'd find out on her own eventually, so I think everything will be okay. ​ ​*Ryden's POV* ​ ​I woke up the next morning only to find myself in Zack's bed. I instantly panicked a little, looking under the covers to make sure that I was still fully clothes, and luckily, I was. I turned over to see a very adorable and sleeping Zack. I laid there for a while and stared, something that I would probably get caught doing, but I couldn't help it. ​​​​​​​​Honestly, I didn't mind sharing a bed with him, but it was the fact that I hadn't even been here 24 hours and we were sleeping in the same bed together. I shimmied out of bed slowly, trying not to wake him and I walked to my guest bathroom. ​ ​It was huge. There was both a shower and a bath, and it was a victorian bathtub with the paws as legs. It was deep, too. But the shower? The shower looked new, like it was just installed a few days ago, because it probably was. I looked in the mirror to see that my head was a mess, and to my dismay, my extensions were missing. ​​​​I ran my hands through my short hair and sighed. I guess I could live with going with short hair for the day, right? I heard Zack wake up and stir around in his bedroom and I walked to mine, looking through my suitcases that had been brought in sometime earlier that morning and I grabbed my Alesana t-shirt, and a pair of ripped leggings, and I got dressed. I rummaged around and looked for my curling iron, but I couldn't find it in the sea of clothes that I had packed. Damn.

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