High Voltage

For the whole morning since I woke up I had been on the phone with my dad. I had barely managed to fix myself up with a super delicious coffee, which was now cold and really disgusting thanks to him, before my phone took off. It was an hour ago and I was still sitting on the patio, a guitar in my lap, the phone pressed to my ear and the cold coffee resting on the glass table.

„Dad I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making me picture it right now,” I pinched the bridge of my nose, tilting my head back.

„Her doc called me!” He yelled in to the conversation, making me move the phone away from my ear. I rolled my eyes obviously fucking annoyed. This was not how I pictured my morning, like not at all. Already besides him tormenting me, I had enough with the passed out Matt in that battlefield we liked to call the living room, before he dragged those girls back here, then there was Brian who was struggling with his hangover and the back pain from spending the whole night sleeping in the car and of course Alice, who surprisingly was the least annoying this morning. She just kinda decided to clean up after Shads. That was probably her way of adapting to the whole mess. „You have to go to Boston,”

„Whoa, hold up, paps, Boston? As in the place I don’t want to return to ever again?”

„Listen, pumpkin, you have to convince her that moving here is the right thing to do,” I heard him sigh heavily.

„Convince gran? She’s a fucking stubborn bitch, dad!” I cried out.

„I guess that runs in the family then. Look, just go there and talk to her.” I saw Lady and Pinkly run outside only to lie down by the pool.

„Why do you think she’d listen to me?”

„Just... tell her you’re expecting a baby, that will soften her heart. Bribe her, do whatever just get her to California before she’s died in that hell hole.” Uhmm... you don’t know how close to the truth you’re really are, dad. Was it wrong that I hadn’t told him? Yet a-fucking-gain? Nah, he’ll find out when the moment’s right.

„Fine,” I exhaled heavily.

„How’s Lady by the way?”

„Oh now you miss her... She’s fine and both Pinkly and her will be with you in the nearest days ‘cause I, obviously, have to catch a flight to Boston.”

„Okay, talk to you then. Gotta run. Say hi to Brian.”

„Bye,” The phone landed on the garden table with a loud thud as I growled, pulling on my hair. Fucking grans... fucking Boston! I sighed, returning back to the guitar. It’s just... stupidity overload. Completely absentmindedly my fingers started running over the neck, making some pull off’s and hammer on’s while I, with the black fingernails of my free hand, scratched Lady behind her ear as she walked up to me. „Gran’s stupid, isn’t she...” I whispered to her, throwing a short glance over to the neck to see what kind of fuckery was I exactly creating.

„What’s the fucking time?” My fingers relaxed as I saw Matt step on the patio, scratching the back of his head and wearing nothing more than his boxers. He winced on the bright sunlight with a cigarette lingering from his lips. I picked up my phone to look over the time.

„10:15.”

„Fuck...” He grunted flopping down on the other chair. Lady decided to switch over to him and received a good patting. Matt leaned back in the chair, blowing out the thick, tempting smoke and resting that big hand on his exposed stomach. „Shit, I feel like I’m still drunk...”

„You probably are,” I said, waving the smoke away.

„Fuck, I forgot,” he whispered, tilting his head back and blowing the gray cloud above his head.

„It’s not that, I just... I feel like I’m gonna rip you apart if I don’t get my fucking smoke.” Those bloodshot eyes of his eyed me for a second, considering something, before he handed me his half smoked cigarette. I eyed him like he’s crazy. „Brian would kill you if he knew,”

His shoulders twitched lightly, before I took the cigarette and took a couple of drags, handing it back to him, „Gates is the least of my worries right now, besides, I’ve heard it’s not that healthy to cut the dosage of nicotine off like that when you’re pregnant...”

„So what’s up, Casanova? Didn’t have your fair share of fun last night?”

His hand moved up to rub over his face, „Fuck, I don’t even remember what I did last night...”

„What? You don’t remember us having some ridiculously awesome sex?” Now I was offended.

His hand slowly dropped from his face. He put out the cigarette against the table. I figured he was aming for the ashtray, but dude, your aiming’s way off today. It really looked like he was going to have a heart-attack. Of course my snickering gave me away, „Fuck you, Meg.”

„That you did.” I chuckled, standing up from my seat and placing my gun there.

„That’s so not funny...”

„Oh but the look on your face... Priceless!” I kinda sing-songed as I went over to the pool, sitting down on the edge and letting my feet touch the warm water. „So you don’t remember those chicks you brought here?”

„Chicks? As in plural?” yeah, chicks as in plural.

„Yeah, three lovely cougars and that Red from the bar.” The water felt simply magical against my heated skin. A perfect day for a swim. I stripped off my t-shirt and since I wasn’t wearing any pants I just kinda dived in wearing only my underwear, too tired to go and change into a bikini. Once I swam back up, Matt was standing by the pool, a dumbfounded expression to his features. His eyes slid over to my bra. If I wouldn’t be scared shitless of Brian’s fury, I’d fuck him. Instead he sat down, a heavy sigh coming over his lips. I swam up to him and rested my arms on his thighs. If he’d be Brian, he’d probably expect a good blow right now, but knowing he was Matt? He just stared at me like I was an alien of sort and spoke a language he didn’t understand.

„Why can’t Bailey be a bit more like you?” He pushed the wet hair out of my face. What was that expression? Under those hazel eyes of his I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think straight. I was kinda confused to see those charming orbs watching me in such a manner. „Gates is the luckiest son of a bitch...” Finally he said, his lips curling up in a sad smile.

„MEG WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” And with that the moment was ruined. Get your head out of your ass, Meg... I smiled sympathetically as I pushed away from him. He’s just trying to get over Bailey. Keep your hormones under control, girl! A crumpled Brian came into my notice, with an angry Alice on his heels.

„You have to tell me something!” She yelled at him and in response? He pulled a Synyster Gates stunt and closed that glass door on her, lighting up his smoke. „Brian fucking Haner!” I heard her scream behind the glass. I felt sorry for her, like really... genuinelly sorry.

„What the fuck are you doing, man?” Matt asked, looking back at Brian with a frown.

„She pisses me off...” he explained taking the cold coffee from the table. „And I’m fucking hungover.”

„Well then maybe you should’ve told her?” Wasn’t that an option? Like the thing that you did when you thought forward and considered everything like considering the fact that Alice could open the fucking door and just keep on pissing your magnificent self off. Just like she did now?

„How dare you close the fucking door on me!” She shrieked, her bare feet carrying her over the patio and over to Brian. „Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!” She gave him a slight push right at the moment when he was about to take a mouthful, resulting in spilling the coffee all over his bare chest. Good thing it was cold. I’ll just let them figure this shit out.

„So Matt, what are the plans for today?” I asked casually, grabbing a hold of the side of the pool. Slowly he tore his eyes away from the raging Brian and pissed of Alice and looked at me.

„If I told I want to fuck you, like... reasonably loud, would that stop Gates from yelling at the chick?”

„I don’t know, probably... But I think he’d kill you.”

„Better me than that girl,” He shrugged. So he was feeling very suicidal today. „Let’s try out,” he cleared his throat, before speaking up, „So about that boning... Does the offer still stand?”

Well... It worked like a charm, ‘cause Brian stopped his yelling mid sentence and jerked his head over to us. „What the fuck did you just say, Sanders?”

„Hey, dude, I’m horny and Meg’s here looking very and I mean very tempting,” Matt winked at me. So he was taking one for the team. A fucking stupid ass decision, mate.

„I dare you to say that again,” i could see a vein popping in Brian’s neck and I really was afraid of what he’ll do to Matt. Or anyone in ten feet radius for that matter. Alice just kept blinking her long lashes at the view. I gestured for Alice to get the fuck away from here. That stupid girl. Matt sighed heavily and stood up to face Brian.

„What the hell are you even doing, man... You have everything you ever wanted,” Matt started very calmly, „Everything a sane man would ever want and you just keep fucking this shit up constantly.” Brian’s eyes narrowed on him. Fuck... this was bad. „Why haven’t you told Alice that you’re fucking engaged?!”

Brian clenched his jaw, not saying a single word, just staring at Matt with a homicidal spark in his browns. I figured to get out of the pool, before it fills up with blood of certain someone and drowns me.

„She deserved to fucking know! Why are you always leading them on?”

„Okay, guys, break it up.”

„STAY OUT OF THIS!” Brian screamed at me. Okay...?

„So you’ll have a backup plan if Meg turns you down?”

„Shut up, Matt,” Brian hissed through his teeth.

„You know what, you’re right. She’s too good for you. And so is Alice. I should’ve made a move on her while I still had a chance,” Uhmm, made a move on who? Before I could even regain from the shock that Matt’s words brought upon me, he went crashing in the pool along with Brian. What. The. Fuck... I looked over Alice to see her just as dumbfounded as me, watching as they both splashed around the pool, trying to kill each other.

„I... I think I’ll drive you to LA...”

„Yeah...”

Notes

Now you can see that the name High Voltage is given to this story not without a reason. Enjoy, lovelies!