Matt’s POV

I can’t fucking believe she left all this shit behind! Arghh... I should throw all of these clothes out, or even better, give them to charity, that would piss her off. What the hell was she thinking? That she could just ditch me and then come back? ‘Cause if I wouldn’t know better, I’d think she was thinking of returning. I, clearly, was in different thoughts of the matter. I was so sick and tired of her crap, finally my eyes were widely open and I didn’t need a girl to bitch at me at every oportunity she got. Bailey Harris was crossed out of my life completely. I was an idiot to think she’d change. Yeah, she’d change when the world stopped spinning.

As I was about to rip her favorite leather jacket apart out of pure anger towards the chick, the doorbell rang. I sighed, looking over our... correction, my bedroom to see the ground practically covered in her shit. What the fuck do I do with all this stuff? I shook my head, trying to shake off the image of her which was the reason behind my anger and walked downstairs. That better be Gates, ‘cause I’m not gonna get through Bailey’s stuff not even in the nearest week.

But no. No Gates. Once I opened the door, my eyes fell upon the gorgeous redhead. „Hi.” She smiled, holding her hands in the back pockets of her shorts. Could they make them any tinier? Was it even considered a clothing piece anymore? I couldn’t fight with the raging boner in my pants.

„Hey.” I leaned against the door with my side, putting my hand on my hip, „What are you doing here?”

„I-I came to ... apologize.” She sighed, her beautiful eyes scanning my face. This was the time for a frown mirror on my features.

„For what?” And how the hell did she find out where I live?

„For being such a mess?” She shrugged, „I don’t know, I just felt you’re angry over something and I thought I did something to—„

„You didn’t do anything,” I snapped, not really intending to. The picture of Bailey just showed up of nowhere and each time I remembered what she did to me, what kinda hell she made me go through, I... I just couldn’t. „Sorry...”

„You wanna talk about it?” She eyed me with a genuine concern.

„I don’t know if I should—„

„Come on, I think me and you?” She gestured between us, „We could make real good friends. I’m crazy and you’re hot, we could be Crazy Hot. Start a side project appart from your Avenged Sevenfold.”

Okay, that cracked me up. Thanks for the compliment tho. I laughed. „You’re musically advanced?”

„Me? Heck no. But I’m batshit insane when I’m in the spotlight,” She replied, „So whatcha say? Are you gonna let me in? We could work on that band.”

„Sure,” I smiled, stepping away from the door. I could use something to clear my head with and this girl right here? A perfect distraction from my shitty luck at the field of relationship.

„So how you’ve been since the last time I met you?” The time when we played tonsil hockey? Not that good. As I closed the door I saw her taking in the surroundings, before she looked at me, a naughty smirk on her face. She bit down on her lip and I believe she had no idea what that did to me. Stay down, boy.

„Would’ve been better if I stayed with you,” wherever we were at the time. Without such a simple thing as a warning, she came at me, surprising me once her lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss. Taken aback was not a description of how I felt right then. So this was how we’re gonna work on our band? I can go with it. My arms rested on her pretty little ass and I picked her up with one slight movement, no questions asked. I didn’t know why this girl was here at this same moment, but I was glad she was. I carried her over to the couch and laid her down, positioning myself on top of her. She was the nastiest little red I’ve ever met, see, in the first five minutes her fingers were already undoing my belt and just moments later my dick rested in her slender fingers.

„Fucking hell...” I breathed against her lips, feeling her hand pumping my dick. But then she stopped to take off those shorts which barely covered as shorts. „You’re a bit eager to get started,” I smirked once she threw the shorts along her underwear somewhere across the room.

„No foreplay, just... just slam it in me...” Her blues looked over me as she spread her legs even wider for me.

„It’s gonna hurt,” I cocked my eyebrow.

„I can see that,” Her eyes lowered on my crotch. I didn’t want to hurt her, but if a lady asks for something, who am I to turn her down. She raised her hips towards me, teasingly biting on her plump lip. Oh hell... A silent cry rolled over her lips once I entered her. She arched her back, bringing her forefinger to her mouth and biting down on it. Jesus fucking christ, she was so fucking tight.

„Fuck, Alex, I won’t—„

„Go deeper...” She whispered, jerking her head to the side. I will seriously fucking hurt her... I’ve never had anyone who was this tight in my entire fucking life. Then it hit me. Or at least wanted to hit me. I refused to fucking believe she was a virgin, but it darn well felt like it. Nah, she couldn’t be, right? A girl with such a body and with such moves can’t be a fucking virgin, right? Please, tell me I’m right, otherwise I’m... I’m speechless. „Please...” She begged, opening her eyes and looking at me.

It took me a moment to regain from the shock. I leaned over, trying to make it as pleasureful as possible by tracing my lips down her neck. Her fingers were pulling on my shirt as I slowly slid deeper inside her. Just when I started trusting and the first moan fell over her lips, I remembered about the fucking condom. I had to stop, but I couldn’t. It seemed like my dick was in charge now, my brain had shut off completely and when I heard her call my name I lost it completely. I came crashing over on top of her once I had had my release inside her.

"You should've told me..."

Two months later

„This is a disaster!” Alex screamed looking over the white pile of cloth which used to be Meg’s wedding dress. Pinkly was sleeping in the middle of the five grand worth bits of fabric while Lady was eying her disapprovingly.

„How the hell did this happen?” Chris ran his fingers through his dark hair, eyes full with shock and terror. Meg was supposed to get married to Gates in just about a half an hour. All the guests were already here, Gena – Zacky’s ex was helping out with the hair, while Michelle put on her make up at the room across the hall. That’s when short-shit stumbled in with a bottle of wine in his hand.

„Did you fucking let the dogs in?” I glared once his eyes fell upon the torn dress. He went fifty shades paler. Meg is gonna flip shit when she sees her dress on the floor. She’s gonna kill Pinkly, I could guarantee it.

„This is unfixable!” Alex started pacing back and forth, before coming to a conclusion. „We need an epic plan, we need to fix the fucking dress...”

„You just told it’s unfixable!” Johnny exclaimed pointing out to the white mess on the floor.

„Stop yelling at me!” She screamed, her hands dropping to her bump. Yea, it seemed Avenged Sevenfold were all about making babies now instead of music. That time when Alex showed on my doorstep and I fucked her? Well, it resulted into the most wonderful thing imaginable. She was only two months pregnant, but she was twice as big as Meg. That’s when we found out we’re having twins. Fuck me, right?

„Alex, take a seat,” Chris gave her a hand, guiding over to one of the armchairs.

„Baby, you can’t stress out, remember what the doc told,” I reasoned with her as I managed my way to her. I didn’t know if this was smart, I barely knew the girl, but I believed it was a sign. She was the raddest chick I know, besides Meg obviously, and we were expecting twins.

„Fuck the doc! It’s Meg’s big day!” And screaming about the devil – she just walked in. She was in her full war paint, ready to kick some ass at the wedding, that was before her eyes landed on the sleeping Pinkly... and her dress. Or at least the remainders of it.

„Oh you stupid dog...” She whispered in awe as we all readied for the worst to happen, „Haner planned this whole fucking wedding and you decide to shit on it?!”

„Megan, what’s going on?” Michelle piped her head around the door, shock falling over her face in an instant. „Okay, Meg, calm down... We’ll figure something out...”

„I’m gonna kill that mutt!” She raged and was about to go for the homicide before Michelle threw herself in front of her.

„No violence in the family,”

„Yea, you’re right... It’s not gonna get the dress back...” Meg sighed.

„So what are we gonna do?” Alex asked from her seat.

„Call off the wedding?” I questioned, receiving a glare from Meg.

„Absolutely fucking not! Haner planned this shit, he didn’t sleep for days while he got through every single detail with Zacky!”

„Then what are we gonna do?”

For a moment silence echoed throughout the room, before Meg’s eyes fixed on me, with a smirk on her lips. „Matt give me your shirt,”

„What?”

„Megan, you’re seriously not—„

„It’s white,” She explained, shrugging lightly, „And Matt’s the biggest out of everyone here, it will be just like a dress on me... I’ll just need a belt and a leather jacket... And can someone fix my hair? This roll thingy is clearly not gonna cut with the new outfit.”

„You heard the bride, Sanders,” Alex smiled and gestured for me to strip off my shirt. Fucking Megan Hills, man... I took off my jacket and unbuttoned the shirt.

„Michelle, can you rip the sleeves off?” Meg questioned, sliding out of her crimson bath robe, standing there in her white underwear and not giving a single fuck about anything. After they had robbed me off my shirt, I decided to leave the girls and go down to the back yard where all the ceremony was gonna take place. I put back my jacket, and walked outside and took my place in the place of grooms men. Gates was eyeing me with a frown.

„Where’s the fuck your shirt?” He whispered.

„Oh you’ll see,” I rolled my eyes, imagining the faces of these people when Meg walks down the isle wearing my shirt and a leather jacket. That’s some Raven McQueen shit she’s pulling off now.

„And where’s the fuck Meg? We should be starting over here...”

„Just... give her five more minutes.”

As I stood there, waiting for the ceremony to start, I couldn’t do anything else but appreciate the scenery. Gates had rented a big mansion type house in the middle of nowhere and I had to give him credit for being a bit forward thinking. It would be crawling with those slimy paparazzi’s if we’d stayed in Huntington. Meg was absolutely against churches so they decided to do their vows in the back yard.

While I was taking in the scenery, my attention was brought back to Gates when he punched my stomach. What the hell... Oh, he was gaping. „What the fuck’s she wearing?”

„My shirt.” I answered with a grin.

Notes

I know, I know... I'm a bit slow on the updates, but however, I made it done, didn't I? A round of applause for the good old Devil Price. I'm awesome, I know.

But jokes aside, if you haven't noticed yet, then I'm doing a brand new co-work with the lovely KWally. Here you go clickity-click feel free to ease of the wait for this story by reading that.

So what do you think about Matt having twins? Fucking finally, right?