Huntington Beach, Fall – 2003

“Good morning California! Soak up under the sun, surf the wave, drive around in a convertible car! Breathe the air! You’re listening to KROQ FM and we will wake you up with System Of A Down’s Chop Suey!”

What the fuckk..? Who the hell still using radio alarm these days? Shit, my head! Stop pounding! How much did I drink last night?

“Wake up! Grab a brush and put a little make up!
Hide the scars and fade away the shake up!
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable! You wanted to!”

Oh God!! Shut the fuck up Serj!! As much as I love SOAD but I don’t wanna wake up to that song, ever! I found an alarm clock on the bedside table and I quickly smashed it. My head was jackhammering me so listening to metal right now is not a good choice.

“Hmmm..”

I jerked my body up. Despite my pounding head, I can hear clearly that there was someone beside me. Oh boy. What have I got myself into? Where the fuck exactly am I? This is not my room. Certainly not my house in Philly. WHY THE FUCK AM I NAKED?!

Quickly I grabbed the blanket and wrapped myself around it but then I saw a naked body on the bed. With his back facing me and his ass..wow! That is a nice piece of ass. Shit, Lzzy! Get a hold of yourself! Now my mission is to search for my fucking clothes. I found pieces of my underwear around the bed as I started to collect them. Without knowing I’ve walked to the other side of the bed, that when I looked up, his face was directly in front of me, sleeping soundly.

“Matt?!” I whispered, but quite aloud that he stirred in his sleep. I bent still, not moving but my gaze went down to his lower torso. My eyes bulged in horror. How the hell was something that huge and long can fit inside me..? God, what have I done? How the fuck did we end up sleeping together? Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I need someone to fill me in!

I walked around, hastily putting my clothes on while my head still pounded hard, contemplating why and how did we –

“Uhmm..”

I gasped in shock; I was putting on my bra when I heard him mumbled from behind me. I glanced slowly at him. He was blushing in vivid crimson as his hand grabbing a pillow to stuff in between his legs. What, morning wood?

I yelped to put on my tshirt, quickly got up from the bed and stared long at him. We actually had a staring contest with frowns in our forehead and a jackhammer in my mind.

“So..” he began.

“We..were..drunk?” I cut him off.

He pursed his lips and nodded.

“Where does this leave us..?”

Damn, man. I was just about to become closer than just an acquaintance to him, maybe a possible friend but now we took a bullet train straight to sex-fiend?

“I dunno.” He shrugged. What an asshole.

“Just a one night stand huh.”

He was about to answer me when suddenly we alerted at the sound of the doorknob being turned. I can’t move. My feet stuck to the ground. The door opened and there stood a blonde girl. She seemed familiar. The same blonde girl that I saw at Warped on summer, the blonde girl that I called a whore…Matt’s ex-girlfriend?

She was startled, her small eyes widened as well as her mouth dropped in an utter shock. I didn’t know what to do when she turned to look at the bed and saw Matt’s naked and stiffed body.

“Val! I..” Matt started to speak.

She gasped in surprise and I took the chance to run away. I found RJ sleeping on the couch with a bunch of other people lying around him. I recognized Jimmy, Johnny and those two guitarists who cuddled with each other. I ignored them and went straight for my brother.

“Hey, RJ. Wake up!”

He stretched but then curled up again. Shit, waking him up is a fucking challenge. I slapped his ass. Not working, so I just pulled his leg hair and he yelped in pain.

“Holy fuck, sis! Why did you do that for?!”

“Wake up, bone head! We have to get home!”

He yawned and finally stood up from the couch. “You having fun last night?” he smirked and ruffled his hair in a mess.

“What? What are you talking about?”

He chuckled. “You and Matt. Glued to each other all fucking night.”

“What?! Shit, you need to fill me in, RJ. Come on, let’s go.”

RJ opened the front door, stepping over some random dude who was sleeping right in front of it and just when I was about to follow him from behind, I felt a finger tapped on my shoulder. I turned around.

“You fucking groupie!”

A hard slap flew across my face and I slanted to the side. I looked back at the attacker. It was that blonde girl. Why is she angry at me? Didn’t they break up already?

“He’s my fiancée you dumb slut! Get out of here! FREAK!”

~*.*~

I hadn’t even recovered from the hangover and now a sharp stinging pain left my cheek and my jaw felt a little bit dislocated. But my eyes, they were stubborn. I held back tears so much but they still wanna come down, flowing like a fucking river.

“Sis, you’re…okay?”

I wiped my tears away in a hassle. What was making me sad actually, not because of Matt lied to me. Or because of that god forsaken bitch who slapped me and called me a ‘freak’ like everybody did in high school. No.

I felt sad because I decided not to be this kind of rock star. Vulnerable to sex, drugs and booze. I promised myself and my dad that we would be a clean band. We would travel the world with our music, not our attitude or addictions. We don’t want to fall like the others. And yet, I’ve lost the battle that hasn’t even started yet.

“RJ,”

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to rock so hard, become so awesome that we could step these guys under our shoes.”

I gripped the wheel tightly as I drove on back to Philadelphia, our hometown. This is my promise. Halestorm is about to rise through the ashes and spread our flaming wings.

At that point I swore, I hate Matthew Sanders with all my guts.

Notes

A/N: i know..short and disappointing..:P but comments are appreciated XD