Save Me

As soon as I got to Matt's I dashed up the stairs, nearly forgetting my luggage. I ran up his wooden stairs and ran into his room, dropping my bags. I looked down at my short-shorts, scars peeking out of them, I sigh. I should change into my pajamas and worry about hiding them tomorrow.

I pull on my Metallica shirt, the stain from the girls drink still present. I tried for hours scrubbing at the stain but it was no use, it didn't mean I was going to throw out the expensive shirt. I ended up salvaging it as a night shirt, it was snug but the fabric was soft. I pulled on a pair of Matt's basketball shorts and now I'm set.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, then it swung open.

"You got the knocking part down just waiting for me to answer is a different story." I mumble.

Matthew chuckles, his lip piercing glistening in the now moonlight, the night flooding over the sky. I smile back at him. My gaze focuses on the dark sea in the sky, stars shining bright, some more than others. There's a dip in the bed and I glance to see Matt staring out the window to the stars as well.

"I'm sorry about earlier today." He whispers softly.

"Its okay," I mutter back, leaning up against him on his bed. "I forgive you."

The moment felt great, I missed being this close with my cousin. We flop back against the headboard of his bed and I lay my head on his chest. This was my moment of peace that I've been missing, and I'm more than happy having it back.

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"Sanders!" Someone shouts.

"Fuck you!" I hiss, throwing the pillow that wasn't occupied by my head at the direction of where the voice was,

"You'd like to." They muse.

I glare over to see Brian, it was too early for his shit. I growl to myself, shutting my eyes tighter and trying to move closer to Matt's current unconscious body, he could sleep through a fucking earthquake and not even move a muscle. I bury my face in his bicep and he shifts slightly. He flips on his side, if I wasn't already rudely awoken by Brian, my cousins morning wood shot me right open.

I jump out of the covers and tumble down on his carpeted floor. I got a sniff of where he had abandoned sweaty shirts and who knows what. I grumble getting up off his floor and spotting the other three teens in the room.

"What got you up so quick?" Jimmy ponders.

"Matt's gift to women." I mutter.

I watch as his face contorts into disgust and humor. His knees go out and he's pounding his fist on the floor, dying of laughter. Even Zack and Brian couldn't hide their sniggers. For some reason I let loose a bit, I chuckled slightly at the sight an no one interjected.

Realizing I was in short sleeves and how I was still in my pajamas, I shooed the guys out of the room so I could dress, except Matt was still passed out with his little...I really shouldn't say little but he's my cousin.....problem.

"Oh Matty." I coo.

I tried pushing him off the bed but he only grumbled some profanity and pushed me away. I narrow my eyes and rip off the covers, only having his boxers on with a very noticeable bulge. My face filled with disgust.

"Ewwwwwwwwww." I whine loudly.

Then an idea popped in my head, I really didn't want to find out if he did have those but if it meant him getting rid of his predicament, or at least having it leave the room, it's fine with me I could honestly really care less, guys will be guys.

"Matt," I whisper in his ear. "I found your playboy mags."

In a flash, his ass was out of bed, lurching towards his closet. He rips open the door, tossing all sorts of shirts, shorts, hats, socks, and lotion? Oh come on that's nasty. Suddenly he pulls out a box and dumps it, sure enough there's an assortment of magazines in there. By this time I'm almost in tears. I roll around on the ground laughing so hard both my sides hurt.

"Liar." He mutters.

"Hey," I protest. "I know where they are now."

"Well I'm finding a new spot, go bother Brian about his girl on girl disks please." He huffs out.

"I need to change first so excuse me." I say sticking out my tongue.

I grab an over sized sweater and leggings before walking out of his room, still chuckling to myself about the previous events. Never in my life have I seen him be so swift and nimble to get up from bed.

"So were already late for school..." Jimmy mentions.

"Fuck me!" I yell running down the stairs.

I couldn't be late! No way in hell my parents would kill me. Maybe living with Matt had some upsides but being late was NOT one of them.

Notes

Yay another update as promised! XD poor Matty