Broken Pieces

I pull my pillow down over my head, trying to tone out the music playing somewhere in my house. I am going to fucking kill myself later for giving Jimmy a key to my house. If he thinks he can come over at the ass crack of dawn and play video games and raise hell, he's got another thing coming.

"FUCK YOU, HANER!!!" My phone screams with Jimmy's voice. What the hell is he calling me for if he is downstairs?

I throw the pillow across the room and start to grope around for my phone, only for it to scream louder in my jeans. Groaning from my spinning and throbbing head, I make my way to the phone and hastily answer it. Right now I am regretting letting Jimmy make his own ring tone...

"Haner," I say with an extremely dry and scratchy voice. I run my hand over my face and through my hair to try and ease the pain of my hangover. Why did I always do this to myself?

"Good morning sunshine!" He sings and I can't help but moan in pain as my head throbs. "I can tell you had a blast last night...any hotties?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose willing myself not to throw up. "I honestly don't remember...." I sigh. "But why the hell are you calling me if you're downstairs?"

Jimmy laughs and I pull the phone away from my ear. Is he trying to kill me? "I'm at my house, dip shit. But anyway Zacky and Matt want to rehearse at one in the Garage," he says, not seeming to care that there is an intruder in my house! "Does that work for you?"

"Sure, see you at Matts," I say before hanging up the phone. I quickly pull on my day old jeans and creep down the stairs, my head and my heart pounding with each step. Who the hell is in my house?

As I walk down the stairs, I hear the ungodly sound of a Disney movie. Is that the fucking Lion King? What kind of sick bastard watches the Disney Chanel at eight in the morning? Who the hell is alive at this hour?!

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I instantly relax as I see Kaylyn fucking dancing and singing Hakuna Matata to Pinkly. Her back is to me and she is dressed from head to toe in Vengeance University attire. She looks sexy as fuck but she is the last person I expect to see this morning. I can't shake the feeling that she looks perfect right there, waiting for me to wake up... I lick my lips at the thought.

Suddenly Michelle's dark eyes meet mine and she lets out a shriek of surprise. "What are you doing?" I chuckle, watching her put Pinkly back down on the floor. "She is not a fan of crappy kids movies..." I cross my arms over my bare chest, my heart rate increasing as her eyes look over me.

"First of all, it is not a crappy kids movie!" Michelle says, moving to pour a glass of orange juice. "And second of all, Pinkly thinks I should start my own band!" She looks so smug and full of it I can't help but laugh.

I shake my head and move to take a seat on the other side of the island. "I guess the better question is, what are you doing here...dressed like....a walking Zacky fanatic?" I look her up and down as pink blotches form on her cheeks. Damn she looks cute...fuck, get that idea out of your head, Haner. I could have swore I told her to stay away after that stunt with Zacky yesterday. She has no feelings, it's all a god damn ploy! The bitch is using me, just like Maria!

Michelle bites her lip and slides a glass of juice towards me. "Brian, please just let me explain..." Her eyes meet mine and I angrily rip my gaze away and place it on the juice in my hand. Why is it so fucking hard to stay mad at her? If she were anyone else, I would have thrown her out by now...

"I heard all I wanted to hear yesterday. So please tell me why you're in my fucking house!" I say with a clenched jaw, trying to control my rising temper.

A small smile comes over Kaylyn's face as she pours me a bowl of cereal. "You called me last night begging for me to come get you. You wanted a friend, so here I am," she says in a simple and matter of fact tone. "I promise to stay out of your hair but I am here to do a job."

Michelle's eyes lock with mine with a pleading look. I dont remember a damn thing from last night so I could have fucking called her. Ugh....Fuck, how can I say no to that face? I swear this woman has some sort of evil sorcery about her!

I let out a sigh and run my hand over my face. "Fine..."I hiss and grab the bowl of Coco Puffs in front of me. How could she possibly know they were my favorite? "But stay out of my way...come on Pink."

I take my bowl and head out to the patio with Pinkly and a bottle of water. As I sit and eat my Coco Puffs, I watch Michelle pick up the kitchen and dance through the window. Why does she have to be so damn attractive? Her body moves just right to whatever stupid song that is playing in that damn movie and I can't help but smile. She is a nice change of pace from my boring daily life, though I wish I had more control over myself around her.

After watching Michelle and finishing my bowl of cereal, I turn to look out over the pool. The calmness I feel sparks a melody in my head and I instantly start humming something light and jazzy with a metal edge.
"Fuck yeah!" I yell, jumping out of my chair and running back into the house. My new solo for tour flies through my brain as I rush into the kitchen for my note pad. I quickly write down my thoughts only to find Michelle looking at me with an expression of concern on her face.

"Everything okay?" She asks cautiously.

I look up at her as a smile spreads over my face. It's only because of her that this solo finally came out. I quickly move over and take her face into my hands and kiss her lips. "Everything's perfect!"

I look deep into her eyes and rub my calloused thumbs over her cheeks before pulling away and heading towards my music room. "Thank you."

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