“Jessi, get up.” Emma commanded in my ear. I groaned and rolled over on the bed, knowing that it was too damn early for me to be up. “Come on Jessi, it’s already one.” Too early.
“No.” I protested. Emma groaned and plopped herself onto the bed next to me. I knew right then that I had to get up or perish.
“All of the guys want to hang out today. You know, just chill at Matt’s and drink.” Emma informed me. The idea of being at Matt’s house intrigued me, but the idea of Gayle being at Matt’s house did not.
“If slut-bag is there I’d rather stay at home and wallow.” I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow that was currently shoving itself down my throat.
“There’s nothing we can do about it, Jessi. You said that Matt broke but then he didn’t do shit. Just give it time.” Emma sighed. I knew she was right. I mean, he tried, but he couldn’t for my own safety. I found that adorable just as much as I found it bull shit. Even though she burned her house down or whatever, he could just friggin break her heart into three million pieces and say ‘hey, I no longer have feelings for you. You’re a piece of shit and I don’t want you. Get out of my house or I’ll call the police.’ I don’t know why he doesn’t call the police; I mean she’s on his property when he asked her to get off of it. I can think of somany solutions to this, but instead of telling them I was just going to do what I did best: sit and hope that things go my way, and then cry if they don’t.
“When do they want us over?” I groaned, seriously not up for being in the same room as my step-brother, my fuck-buddy, my illegitimate boyfriend, my best friend and her lover/fuck-buddy, my worst enemy, and my friend who could potentially figure out what’s happening between me and Matt because he’s a fucking genius and reads both of us like a children’s book. But, six out of those seven people were my friends, two out of those seven people were my lovers, and one out of those seven people is on my hit-list. Sounds like a fucking fantastic party.
“Two.” Emma answered simply. I sighed and shook my head.
“Two early. Get it, two? As in the number as well as the word that means-”
“Yes, Jessi, I get your witty humor. Now get your ass out of bed or I’ll call in Jimmy to get you out of bed.” Emma threatened. I pondered it for a second before rolling myself out of bed and onto the floor. Jimmy had this way of making me petrified to sleep in… it’s called crushing me with his body and tickling me to the point where I can feel my kidneys moving up my throat.
“I’m out of bed.” I announced. Emma slowly clapped before getting herself off the bed.
“Good job. Now all you have to do is make yourself look presentable.” Emma replied mockingly. I groaned loudly and flipped myself over so I was on my back.
“Can I just go looking like this? I’m sure everyone will think I’m marriage material.” I complained. Emma walked in front of me and assessed my sleep-ridden appearance. My hair was most likely a ball of tumbleweed, I could feel my make-up from last night smudged under my eyes, I smelled like soda from when I spilled Pepsi on me numerous times but was too lazy to shower, and I was currently in a loose black tank-top and my favorite green flamingo boxers. Emma gave me a look and tusked.
“If you’re trying to scare off Gayle as well as the rest of the guys, I say all you need is a sick tint to you.” Emma commented. I rolled my eyes before stretching out my body and sitting up. Emma left the room and I stood up, trudging to my closet to pick out clothes. I grabbed out denim shorts and my favorite Yellowcard t-shirt along with some underwear before walking to the bathroom and locking the door. I blasted the CD that Emma made me when we were younger and unclothed before hopping into the shower. It took me about ten minutes to rip out all of the snarls in my hair, and after that my skull was burning like a mother. I quickly washed my body and face and brushed my teeth before jumping out of the shower and thoroughly drying myself. I got dressed and left my hair damp, too lazy to dry and style it. I threw a little bit of make-up on before leaving the bathroom and getting my toms on.
“Let’s go.” I grumbled as I stalked through our living room. Emma happily bounced along behind me with a Pepsi in her hand, which I snatched from her and finished it off. She gasped and slapped my arm but I just ignored her whines and obscenities as I made a line for my car. I slid myself in with Emma right behind me and took off for Matt’s house.
“You seem in a shitty mood.” Emma insinuated as I stared blankly at the road ahead of me.
“I’m not in the best mood.” I countered, my mind completely blank. If anything, not thinking about what my train wreck has become was more unnerving than thinking about what’s happening. I wanted to think up a solution where I didn’t hurt Brian or Matt and we all became happy, but that’s damn near impossible. It’s impossible because I don’t even know if Brian would be hurt by this, and I know that for some reason Matt doesn’t want me to tell anyone, not even Brian.
“I can tell.” Emma mused. I sighed and shrugged before the conversation was dropped. I didn’t feel like talking today. I didn’t feel like doing anything today. It was one of those days where I’d rather sleep in a burning pit of lava than to be by people. I popped in my Slipknot CD for Emma and turned it up so she was satisfied during my antisocial antics. We made it to Matt’s house after about two songs on the CD, and I left it in the player as I shut off the car. Emma bounced into the house and I trudged in after her.
“Hey girls!” Zach greeted happily. Emma greeted him back with the same enthusiasm, but I just lazily waved at him. He gave me a weird look as I walked over to the couch, which had Brian, Matt, and Gayle on it. I was slightly taken back by Gayle sitting next to Brian, but I shook it off because I couldn’t care less about her existence. Both Brian and Matt gave me a bright smile, but I brushed it off.
“I’m going to lay down on you two. Which will have my bottom half and which will have my top?” Both of the boys got a wicked smile on their face but I glared at them. “If you turn that into a sexual reference, I will cut your balls off, buy a cat, feed them to my cat, feed the cat to a shark, kill the shark, and eat the shark for dinner. Now answer the question.”
“Since you’re mouth is where all the sass is coming from I’ll take your legs.” Brian offered as he pat his legs. I smiled a little as I laid myself across them, my head resting between Matt’s chest and the arm rest of the couch. I knew that Brian only took my legs because he wanted Matt and I to get together, which made things more confusing.
I didn’t even know if Brian would be upset by Matt and I secretly dating. I mean, all he wants is for us to get together, or, at least that’s what he says. But Brian wants Gayle gone more than anything, and he would always talk about waiting until Matt broke so I could have him. So why does Matt not want me to tell him that we’re secretly dating? I think he’d be excited and he’d even try to help Matt get Gayle to leave him alone. Maybe he thinks Brian would be hurt? If you ask me, it seems like Synyster Gates has no problem with having fuck buddies and not getting feelings for the chicks. Why would I be any different?
“…Kid?” Zach called. I shook out of my evaluation and looked over at him. He gave me a confused look and I glanced around the room to see that everyone else was giving me the same look. Except for Gayle, that is. I think she’s just given up on trying to be nice to me. Or maybe she was pissed because I’m all over her ‘boyfriend’.
“Huh?” I mumbled, blinking a little.
“How was Jupiter this time of year?” Zach asked mockingly. I chuckled sarcastically before rolling my eyes.
“It’s beautiful.” I answered in a snarky tone.
“What were you thinking about?” Johnny asked curiously.
“Brian.” I blurted. My face went red as everyone else chuckled and aw’ed. Brian looked a little pink as well, and Matt just looked pale. I was thinking of Brian, it wasn’t a lie. But not the way they thought I was thinking about Brian. How was I supposed to say that? Matt probably thought the worst. I felt so bad.
“Save that for the bedroom.” Jimmy snickered. I sunk deeper into Matt’s lap and hid my face in the crook between his side and the arm rest of the couch. Their laughter increased and I felt like I did when all of the guys saw my Hello Kitty underwear.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I whispered just loud enough for Matt to hear. His body loosened a little against my face and I sighed in relief. Matt pulled on my shoulder but I shook my head, refusing to come out.
“Matt, are you wearing some good deodorant or something?” Jimmy joked. I smirked and giggled a little.
“Obviously he’s wearing Axe.” I said loudly, allowing them to hear me. They all laughed and my head shook as Matt chuckled, his body rubbing against my face.
“Haven’t you seen those commercials?” Matt continued, rubbing my side a little. I jumped when he touched my hips, and I immediately pulled my face out of his side. I knew I started something.
“Dude, does she have a start button?” Zach laughed. Matt smiled evilly and touched my hip again, causing me to buck. Brian and Matt roared into laughter before sharing a glance. Before I could see what was going on, Matt held my wrists tightly together and Brian wrapped his body around my legs so I couldn’t move them. Matt whistled to Jimmy and he laughed wickedly before taking Matt’s place on holding my wrists.
“Zach, help me.” Matt commanded. I glared at him and he winked before hands touched my hips and I began squealing.
“Brian I’m warning you now move your head from near my knees!” I shouted as I began floundering under his and Jimmy’s grip. He did as told and moved his head from my legs just before I bucked my knees up. Zach and Matt continued to tickle me and I screamed. “E-Emma… fucking h-help me!”
“Johnny’s got me pinned down.” Emma complained. I moved my head just enough to see Johnny laughing like a maniac with his arm tightly around Emma. I forcibly laughed, feeling like I was being raped. I noticed Gayle giving us a disapproving look before escaping to the bathroom, leaving me alone to die.
“Now tell us where the money is!” Zach screamed. I shook my head and laughed against my will as their hands quickened. Matt and Zach gave each other a look and tickled me harder, which brought tears to my eyes. It began tickling less and hurting more.
“I…I don’t know where the money is.” I choked as tears raced down my face. They all stopped immediately and stared at me in horror, their eyes wide. Everyone let go of me except for Matt, who scooped me into his arms and hugged me tightly.
“Oh my God Kid we’re so sorry!” Zach cried as he stared at me with sad eyes.
“We didn’t know it’d make you cry.” Brian added as he rubbed my leg comfortingly. Matt buried his head into my shoulder and squeezed me closely to him.
“Baby I’m so sorry.” Matt whispered in my ear. I smiled at his words before stiffening. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us.
“Matt. We’re in front of everyone.” I said quietly. He immediately pulled away and gave me a sad look.
“It’s okay guys. I just can’t take being tickled.” I stated, giving them a small smile. They returned the smile, except for Jimmy, who had to go the extra mile.
“Oh our little Kiddie! Don’t you ever scare us like that again! We thought we hurt you!” Jimmy wailed as he held me tightly in his arms and flung me around like a rag doll. I giggled and coughed, losing my air quickly.
“I’m… sorry…” I breathed. Jimmy loosened his grip enough for me to hug him back. After a few seconds I let him go and Zach immediately pulled me into a hug.
“You know this can’t count as the first time I made you cry as brother and sister, because you’re not legally my little sis yet.” Zach cooed and he crushed me in his arms.
“Brat.” I spat. He laughed and let go, handing me off to Brian. Brian pecked my lips and hugged me lightly.
“If you need me to, I can make it up to you.” Brian whispered in my ear. I shivered a little, catching the innuendo in his words. I smiled a little and jokingly punched his cheek with little force before he set me back on Matt’s lap. Matt rubbed my cheek a little and I held myself from leaning into it. Trying not to be a couple around our friends was harder than it looked, especially when we had to hold back. And more especially that I still wanted to kiss Brian whilst in Matt’s presence. What the fuck did I get myself into?

Notes

Is anyone else feeling like my writing has been getting shittier as the story continues or is it just me? I feel like I'm slacking. ~Jessi
Oh, and fun fact. About 95% of the clothing in this story is made up (even though I wish I owned it) But I actually do own flamingo boxers. My mom bought them for me when she was in Florida :3 ~the more you know~