(Love) Contract

Matt’s POV

“It can’t go on like this, it just can’t” I looked at the other members of our band, but they didn’t seem interested.
“Don’t you feel like this is, maybe a little too much?” I asked again.
“Calm down, Matt. He is just having fun. What’s the matter?” Jimmy looked up from his phone and then back down.
I shook my head, are they really this blind?
“Zack? You got nothing to say? Johnny?” I looked at the others but Johnny had his eyes closed lying on the couch so I wouldn’t get an answer from him anytime soon.
“I like to party as well… so what the fuck? Don’t you think you are making too much out of it?” Zack got up and opened himself a beer.
“Guys, you know I like to party as much as you do, but the last weeks, fuck what am I talking, the last months were just too much. He is taking drugs again… he doesn’t sleep, he is getting drunk on stage… I mean… I never said we can’t have our fun and shit but we gotta be responsible enough to fucking do our job… We wanted to meet here, fucking 2 hours ago and he is a no show, like all the last times. We always have to pick him up, when we can find him… He is not taking this serious anymore!”
“Nag nag nag.. since when are you so uptight, Matty?” Zack shook his head at me and I knew he would try to protect him.

I sighed loudly “Fuck, don’t play this down, Zachary. Just because we had a little success, he is thinking he is the fucking king of the world. He is not – we are not, we gotta work and we gotta work hard. Not spend our money on drugs and chicks, for fuckings sake!”
If we wanted to keep this alive, keep Avenged alive, we needed to all open our eyes and not let someone slip away.
“You enjoyed taking a line or a pill every now and then… so why you are bothering now?” Jimmy asked still typing on his phone.
“Because we fucking get older and I am not talking about now and then… I am talking about before a show. That is not right… he needs to concentrate. He needs to be in the game, if he is not… we will all crumble down… We are like a fucking card house, if you pull one card out, everything will go down, damn it.”
“You being a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” Zack asked and took another sip from his beer.
“Melodramatic, you think?” I asked him, eyebrow lifted.
“You saw the last hotel room he was in? You can clean it the fucking next time.” I replied pissed.
“Oh come on, can’t be that bad.” Jimmy replied.
“Son of a bitch, I can't talk to you guys right now… If that guy shows up today, call me. If not… I don’t fucking care…” I turned away not sure what to do or think of this.

I shook my head at them and walked towards the front door, trying to get away from these ignorant band mates of mine.
They might not see what was going on, but I had watched it long enough to know that we needed to do something.
That we had to help him, if he wanted or not… because if we would just let it be, he would ruin it…
He would not only ruin us, the band and his best friends, he would ruin his life, I couldn’t let that happen.
The others seemed to think that his behavior was normal, but it wasn’t.
I have known him long enough to see that he got deeper and deeper into this and I had to keep an eye out for him.
I had to do something… I had to figure out a plan to keep him in check… but what could I do?
How could I try to help Brian to get back to his normal self and not drag us all down with him?

Tara’s POV

“Honey, you know I love to have you around and it is no problem for me that you stay here, but… don’t you think you need to go outside? Maybe try to find a new job? Do something?” My sister Cara looked at me hopeful.
And I felt bad for having to ask her that I could stay with her… that I had to sleep on her couch, she also only had this small apartment and not much space and now her little poor sister also barged in on her life.
“I cleaned your apartment.” I tried to defend myself, at least I had done something with myself today.
“Honey, I know. Thank you for that, but didn’t you clean it yesterday, too?”
Hmm… she got me there, whenever I’m stressed I needed to clean something and problem was these past days I was really stressed, when I thought about my life and about what I should do and where I was now, I got stressed, which resulted into cleaning, which resulted into nothing else… just a clean apartment.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I will try to find a job, alright? I just don’t know what I could do… You know I am not like you, I am not the perfect citizen, the lawyer, the great model Mom type of thing.”
“Where in this world am I perfect? Fine, I did good and became a lawyer, but that is my doing, Tara, because I went to college, I worked for it. You could have done something with your life as well. But you decided to try this, try that and not finish anything… and that idiot boyfriend of yours wasn’t any better. Thank god, you got rid of that fucker!”
I lifted my eyebrow at her curse and she smiled, “What just because I’m a lawyer I am not allowed to curse or what?” She put her hands on her hips looking amused.
I held my hands up in surrender…
“So, tell me what you thought of doing?” My sister let herself plop down on the couch next to me.
“I don’t really know. I think I could try and work as a bartender first, just to get some cash, so I can find myself an apartment.” I shrugged and saw my sister look at me with a frown.
“Shouldn’t you be thinking about something that would be for a longer time… a real job? And not something for every now and then? Maybe you should go to the job center, trying to find out what you could enjoy?”
I sighed loudly which earned me another angry look from my sister.

“Wait a second, I got an idea.” She got up and a few minutes later held the newspaper out to me and had marked some job offers.
“Type into your phone the following addresses and times. I picked some things out for you. It’s something like housekeeping, housecleaner stuff…and don’t look at me like that, you like to clean… just try it, see how the job market is working at these times… we can always look for more. Just take a quick shower choose some of my clothes and go there to the interviews. And hide those tattoos, might be okay for a bartender but for every other job not so much…”
“You sound like, Mom.” I stuck my tongue out to her and she shook her head with a smile.
“Sometimes she is right. But don’t tell her I said that.” Cara winked at me and got up from the couch, holding her hand out to me and nearly shoved me into the bathroom.

When I was done and walked out I found a stack of clothes hanging over the couch with a note:

Choose something you are comfortable with, but not too trashy. It’s still a job interview.
Got a call and needed to leave, will see you tonight.
Good luck honey,
Cara

Notes

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