Dice’s POV

Once I opened the door and walked inside the house, my jaw nearly fell out of it’s hinges. Wanna know why? It seemed like a bomb of flour had been dropped all over the kitchen and the living room. Everything was fucking white and as I walked further, not even those pills the doc prescribed me could keep me from freaking out. Was those MJ’s spidey panties in a pile of flour? A fucking war zone, that’s what this place looked like. Only... Where are the soon to be dead bodies, huh?

I walked back to the living room, Matt’s eyes widely taking in the surroundings, „What the hell happened here? Looks like one of Buckcherry’s tour bus party’s...”

Yeah, it would be all just dandy if our kitchen’d be covered in coke. Hell, I’d be glad if that white substance was blow. Could scoop it all up and sell off. Or get simply very fucking high. Either option’s fine, really. A trail of the white powdery substance led upstairs and even tho the doc forbid me to do anything too much physical, I think I’d manage to kill someone without making too much damage to myself.

As I walked upstairs, I heard muffled noises coming from the bathroom. Oh I swear, if they use all the hot water I’m gonna be very much fucking pissed. I was just a second away from kicking the door open, but then I remembered I was broke and couldn’t replace the door, man it seemed only stinky rich people could have fun. Anyhow, the door flung open.

„MJ! Gates! I’m going to fucking kill you!” I yelled and the anger just multiplied once I saw Gates about to fuck the shit out of MJ, reminding me I hadn’t gotten my dose in almost an eternity. Or at least a week. As far as I could see through the glass, MJ blushed, trying to cover up herself. „Oh please, if I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a fucking dollar at it!”

„Dice! Get the fuck out!” MJ snapped. Whoa, she’s pissed? Well, have you seen the mess downstairs? And why the fuck are you boning Gates, huh?

„Me?! Gates is the one who has to get the fuck out of YOU!” I exclaimed, about to walk to the shower and pull Gates out of my innocent little MJ, but instead I winced, feeling Matt holding me by my cuts and bruises so I don’t succeed in my plan. „ow-ow-ow-ow, you asshole!” I turned around and punched him as tears welled up in my eyes.

„Just... let him put his pants on, okay? Leave the guy with some dignity,” Matt explained with an apologetic look on his face. Dignity? Has he ever known what the hell that word even means?

„Fine.” I sighed in frustration, before stepping out of the bathroom and leaning against the wall beside the door. It was almost time for MJ to go to work and like hell I’m cleaning up that semen-flour-sweat-sex explosion downstairs. After nearly falling asleep standing and Matt’s silent snickering, MJ stormed out and it seemed she was about to hit me, but then her arm dropped by her side, she frowned sadly and pulled me in a tight hug.

„Where have you been?!” She screamed once she pulled away. „I could slap you, but I see someone has done enough damage already!”

It was hard to miss both Matt’s and Gates’ incredulous stares, seeing how the usually calm Mia had turned into a almost naked spitfire. I cocked an eyebrow, not really knowing where this all was coming from, but being the hotheaded Dice I was, I got angry with her yelling at me. „Slap me? I should slap you!”

„For what?” She fixed the crimson towel around her body, „I was worried sick about you!”

„Oh so because you were worried about me, you decided to shag Gates... That’s really fucking considerate of you. I really apreciate it.” Not. And note the fucking sarcasm.

„Fuck you Dice!” Suddenly her finger was poking in my chest. Like I didn’t have enough bruises already, „I decide who I want to have sex with, not you!”

That’s funny, ‘cause actually I decided that Gates was a good candidate for the little blondie here who’s getting on my very last fucking nerves. I heard Syn ask Matt what happened to me, but instead of involving him in a reanactement, I just glared at MJ.

„Well?! Aren’t you gonna say anything?” She screamed and I bit my tongue not to say something that I couldn’t take back and which would probably ruin MJ. I sighed.

„Yea, your shift starts in half an hour,” I said, „And now please move out of the doorway, I need a shower,”

I ignored her glare completely as I slammed the door behind myself, before locking it and nearly smashing the mirror out of anger. Okay, get a grip on yourself, Dice. You wanted to play everyone, it was your fucking plan, so chill the fuck out and stick to it. Stick to it even tho MJ’s fucking pissed at me because I forbid her to be with Syn? This was... really confusing to think about it. It seemed like I did these things to purposely get everyone really mad with me. Yea, that seemed to be the case, but there’s always a reason for a reason.

I stripped off the dirty clothes, throwing them in the hamper, reminding myself to go to the laundromat sometime later. God I hated to do the laundry, but someone has to do it...

The shower was quick, not like the usuals which build up to even an hour until MJ cames nearly kicking the door in, thinking I’ve slipped and died. Nah, this time the water hurt my skin of my face, arms and chest too much for me to bare with the pain. Once I stepped out on the cool tiles, I realized I don’t have a towel. „Perfect...”

My hand wiped the fog from the mirror so I could finally take in the ture colors of what it seemed to be Friday the 13th. Okay, whatever the hell was wrong with my nose bothered me more than the cuts and bruises. That shit would heal, but the nose... Well, it looked like it would need a lot of cash to fix it, even tho it didn’t look that bad. Oh who was I kidding? I looked like Angelina Jolie at the very start of that movie Salt. The only movie where she looked genuinely like shit. And knowing I’m insane and stupid, I figured I’d straighten the nose out myself. That was the loudest scream/cry/yell I’ve ever experienced coming out of my insides. I crouched over the sink, holding on to the cupboard, fighting with the pain.

„Dice?” Matt banged on the door, „Are you okay?”

„G-get... me a t-towel...” The pain slowly faded away, leaving only the irritating throbbing as I looked at my reflection. My eyes were red from the tears and the shampoo which earlier got in them, which was the main reason behind the brightness of those green irises.

A knock sounded at the door and I reached to unlock it. The door opened and my eyes instantly connected with Matt’s. He was holding out a light blue towel for me and looked genuinelly concerened... Well as concerned as one could be drooling all over a naked girl. Why don’t he just run off to his blondie, since lately that’s the fucking trend so it seems – Gates going after MJ, who is fucking blond, Matt fucking a blonde, maybe the whole band should get blond chicks?

„MJ left?” I questioned, taking the towel and wrapping myself in it.

„Yea,” He said simply, leaning against the door frame, his eyes on me as I inspected my face in the mirror. Fine maybe a week off work was reasonable in this situation, ‘cause god knows ain’t nobody getting any tips with this face.

„Did she clean the kitchen?”

„No,” What do you mean no? And why the hell are you smirking? „Gates did.”

...Okay? Gates? As in Synyster Gates the dude who doesn’t know what a mop is? Yea, I believe it when I’ll see it. And stop fucking staring at me like that! I looked at him with obvious frustration written all over my face, „Aren’t you supposed to be working on your lyrics?” Instead of planning on how to get me and your blondie in your bed? ‘Cause god know ain’t that ever happening.

„I was. But then you screamed...”

„Well I’m fine, you can get back to working.” I rushed past him and walked inside my room. I had to get that sexual tension down, as much as I didn’t want to have to do anything with Sanders, I was wet just by looking at him. I mean... fuck! Those strong arms alone were a reason to get my knees weak. As I pulled out some black underwear from the drawers, I remembered about those Batman onesies I bought a week ago. And MJ said I’ll never put them on... how wrong had she been! As I was putting on the onesies, I foggily remembered about Jimmy trying to reach out for me. Oh shit! This was our day... Hell, now I’ll have to watch that movie about that goddamn bear in a shitty quality and all by myself...

Where was my phone? I had to at least text him ‘sorry, I’m an idiot and nearly died’ or something. Although I’m still surprised how I remember absolutely nothing of how I crashed the car. Maybe I had killed someone in the impact? I couldn’t know! It was so fucked up...

With a heavy sigh I took my iPad, which I had only god knows why, but it was good for when those annoying commercials came up. I walked downstairs just to see the coffee table full of Chinese takeaways. Why did he make it so hard to hate him?

I dropped the iPad on the couch on my way to the kitchen and I couldn’t miss how focused he was when he wrote. So serious, so handsome, so... no. Forget it, Dice... I slid open the glass door to patio and leaned back against the cupboard, opened a drawer, slipping out a pack of ... fucking Camel? I checked the drawer to check for the Marlboro Gold I smoked on daily basis, but found only the blue Camel. Perfect.

I opened the pack and took out the smoke. As I searched for a lighter, I was surprised to see Gates had left this place so spotless. Or was Matt lying and Gates hadn’t even laid a finger in helping to clean up his mess?

„Seriously, Dice? Onesies?” Matt laughed as I inhaled the first smoke, throwing the yellow lighter over the counter top.

„Fuck you,” I blew out a barely visible cloud, thanks to the evening sun shining through the window, „I’m batman.”

Brian’s POV

In case you’re misunderstanding what I’m building, it’s fairly simple – sure, I care for MJ, but I consider her a friend. She could easily be my best friend, I won’t deny it, there was something about her that made me trust her, I knew she’d never hurt me, but the truthful fact about me – I’m not promising the same thing in return. Dice had been right about me. Why? And about what? Well, here’s the thing – I absolutely love women, yes, in plural. But that’s nothing new, right? Every man loves women, the difference between me and them - I can get them. And I use this privilege the fame of Synyster Gates has provided.

God knows I don’t want to hurt MJ, but she should’ve listened to Dice. I’d never admit it loudly, but Red was really fucking smart even with her head all bashed against the dashboard, but that was besides the point. I really didn’t know what to fucking do, I should probably break it all off with MJ, ‘cause let’s be honest... I wasn’t stupid and I saw the way she looked at me and the way wasn’t something I’d particularly like. Falling for me should be the last thing on her bucket list. Of course, I was flattered and all, but I just didn’t want to hurt her, ‘cause it was too obvious I will if I keep doing the same shit. I should’t give her false hope.

„Argh, I can’t believe it!” MJ exclaimed, crossing her arms in the seat beside me as I drove her to Johnny’s. „She keeps treating me like a child!”

„Relax, babe,” I said, running my hand through my fairly wet hair as I switched lanes, „She’s just looking out for you,” since she knows what kinda dick I truly am.

„Did you hear what you just said?” She snapped back. „Dice never looks out for anyone besides herself.”

„Now you know that’s not true,”

„It is true!” She kept on arguing, really getting me a headache. But maybe it even was good that she was this worked up while going to work, less of a chance of some asshole starting to hit on her. Now I know what you think, you care for her if you don’t want anyone near her and yada, yada, yada... and as I said- I do, she’s an awesome girl, but I can’t and won’t change the way I am. „She acts like she cares just to show she’s more superior and really point out to me not being able to take care of myself!”

„MJ just stop there, okay? I know Dice, maybe not as good as you do,” or even a tad better, if you know what I mean, „but she does care. And would you chillax for a moment? I need to talk to you about something,”

I stopped in the parking lot of Johnny’s, but didn’t kill the engine. I wasn’t sure if I was staying after what I was gonna tell her. Jimmy was standing outside the bar along with Zack, Valary and... I can’t fucking believe it... but I must be seeing things... What the hell was Michelle doing here? And since when was she fucking blond? Last time I saw her she was far from being a blonde. „Brian?”

„Hmm?” My eyes were still on the bitch with the very short skirt.

„You wanted to talk about something?”

I wanted to talk? Right. My eyes met hers and a small smile pulled at the corners of my lips. She looked worried, as if she’d knew what I was gonna say her. Maybe not today. „Yea,” I leaned forward and pecked her lips, my hand sliding up her thigh, „I wanted to talk about how beautiful you are and how I’m the luckiest son of a bitch...”

„You’re lying,” She grinned. Actually I was being partly honest, ‘cause she truly was one of the most beautiful girls I knew.

„Maybe,” I sent her a cheeky grin and she punched my upper-arm playfully.

„Spill it.”

„You won’t like it,” I admitted truthfully, trying to figure what she’s thinking, but I realized I really sucked at reading people by their features and simply by the way they watched me. Zacky was good at it, tried to explain me once how he did it, but yea, I was too busy at the time and maybe a bit over the top drunk.

„Are you... seeing someone else?” I mentally kicked the shit out of myself, seeing the melancholy in her gorgeous blues.

„No...”

„Are you gay?” Okay, that shocked me. Did I look gay? Maybe I’ve heard that question before from Dice and thought about it as no big deal, but hearing it from MJ? After I fucked her today? Come on...

„Unless you’re a very well hidden dude, then no,”

„Then what?” I can’t fucking be together with you!

„It’s about your car...” Fuck, I swear sometimes I really felt like a pussy. She held up her hand.

„Don’t wanna hear anything about it,” And with that she opened the car and got out, until she realized I’m not following suit. „You’re not gonna come inside?” She frowned lightly.

„Should I?” I smirked, before she got with one knee on the leather seat, her hands taking my face and her lips crashing against mine in a lustful kiss. Good. That was good, lust is good, right? That means she just wants to fuck me, right? Please, tell me I’m right and I’m not gonna break the girl...

„Yes, you fucking should,” She pulled away and replied with a wide grin. I didn’t know if it was a too good of an idea with my fucking ex being there, but I just couldn’t say ‘no’ to MJ. She pulled away and simply walked away to stop by the group, where Jimmy had his coax face on and I wouldn’t be surprised he was trying to talk her into letting him burn down the bar or something. And believe me, he has tried it before. Poured absinthe all over the counter and threw a burning match.

I turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. As I closed in on the Zack, Jimmy, the twins and MJ, I heard Jimmy say she’s his new favorite bartender.

„What about you know... Dice?” Zacky questioned.

„Oh, Dice has never been my favorite bartender,” He waved him off, „She’s just my partner in crime.”

„I thought I was your partner in crime, Jimmy,” Michelle pouted.

„Oh boo-boo, you are... when Dice is on vocation,” He patted on her shoulder with an assuring smile, „however you can be our super-sidekick-villain-buddy.”

„Fuck you, Jimbo,” Her face dropped and she took a sip of what I trusted to be Vodka Cranberry. Somethings just never changed.

„Hello there, Brian,” Valary greeted me as I stopped next to MJ, wrapping my arm around her waist, rather possessively.

„Long time no seen,” Michelle added, her brown eyes narrowed on me.

„I hoped it would be longer.” I snapped back, an awkward silence squeezing in the lack of conversation. I mean I could’ve been nice and told nice things about her, but I chose to be honest. And in the same time I knew karma would bite me in the ass and in this same fucking night I’d get fucking smashed and fuck the shit out of her. Like every goddamn time when I got drunk around her. Most of the times I didn’t even remember how we hooked-up, I just kinda wound up naked in my bed with her head on my chest. That’s why I decided to be sober tonight.

„Ookay...” MJ broke the silence, „I have to get to work, I see you guys inside?”

„Where else could we be,” Zack reassured her even tho she was looking up at me.

I smiled, before giving her the last kiss of tonight. „Of course.”

MJ nodded and I slapped her ass for mere luck and well, just because I could and I wanted. Val and the guys went inside soon after her, leaving me having a glare down with Michelle.

Michelle smirked, „So I see she has no clue who you really are. Should I enlighten her?”

"I'd like to see you try," My eyes squinted on her, before I decided to ditch the lame party and walk around.

"This is gonna be a fun night, sugar!" I heard her shout after me. I think I'll need a drink after all.

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