MJ's POV

"Then let's go home...I wan't to go home...can we go home....please?" Brian slurred in my ear, unconsciously twisting one of my blonde locks as his eyes fluttered shut. He leaned into me, pushing my sideways, as I struggled to hold his weight. Oh, hell this was going to be interesting.

"Will you handle him, MJ? I've already got a drunk Jimmy and Val on my arms," Matt asked with a pleading expression. How could I say no to that face? But wait, wasn't he supposed to stay with Dice? I really hoped she was okay, but I had to get drunken lover boys home before I could check up on her.

"Y-yea," I sighed, just as Brian nearly toppled to the pavement. It took all the strength I had to pull him back up to a standing position, which was staying a lot because he probably weighed at least 60 lbs more than me. "Bri, give me the keys. There is no way that you are driving in this state. Come on, big boy," I dragged him towards his car, only for him to crash into the side and set off he alarm.

I grimaced at the ear-shattering sound as Brian sleepily mumbled something about them being in his pocket. Throwing his arm around my shoulder and giving it a hard tug with my other hand, I forced him back up into a standing position so I could get into the pocket of his jeans. I fished my pale fingers around until I pulled out the keys and a little piece of paper attached to them.

After turning off the annoying alarm, I unfolded the piece of paper to see a little note kissed with red lipstick and a phone number. "What the hell is this, Brian?" I gasped, my heart dropping into my stomach. My lower lips quivered as I stared at his closed eyes. Was everyone right about him? Was he out hunting for new meat right under my nose.

"Brian!" I said, pinching the inside of his arm, only getting him to slowly open one eye.

He groaned and opened the car door and nearly fell into the passenger seat. "I have no idea...a-a phone number...I-I didn't ask for it..." I gaped at him as he rested his head against the leather seat, his mouth hanging open slightly. "It happens all the time...hiccup...I-I'm famous, remember?"

I bit my lip and swallowed thickly. He was right, I was overreacting. I had forgotten that he was a famous rock star, though not one that I hadn't heard of before, and that woman would throw themselves at him. I knelled down in front of him, looking him over as I picked up his legs and put them in the car. What exactly was I looking for? I wasn't sure but if he was playing me, wouldn't I see some signs? Luckily I didn't see anything and I let out a small sigh of relief.

"Hey," I looked up to see Brain looking at me with his eyes half open and totally glazed over. He was undoubtedly plastered and it was going to be a long night. His calloused fingers made their way under my chin and he pulled my lips up to his. "Thank you," he said softly, his lips still pressed to mine. "I...owe...you..." His hand slid off my face as sleep took over his body.

Oh, yeah you did buddy. I still had to drag your heavy ass into the house and get you into bed. Not to mention that he left me horny as hell and there was no way he was going to be able to relieve the throbbing in my core tonight.

By the time I stood up and shut the door, Brian was snoring. I sighed and climbed into the drivers seat and adjusted the seat so that I could reach gas peddle. Oh, God please let me be able to remember how to get to his house because there was no way I could take him to my house. Dice would kill me and I already had to do some major ass kissing to get back into her good grace. I just hope she hadn't packed up all my stuff while I was at work. In all honesty, I had never seen her that mad at me before and I wasn't quiet sure what she was capable of.

Thank goodness luck was on my side tonight because I made it to Brian's house without any problems. Though, now I had to figure out how to get Brain in the house. "Shit," I hissed, looking over to see his sprawled across the passenger seat with his head resting on the side of the drivers seat. "Bri...we're home..." I cooed into his ear, my pale finger gently caressing his face. Why was he so damn handsome?

Brian moaned and his lips twitched under my touch but he didn't move. "Come on, sexy, let's get you inside." I shook his shoulders but still nothing. "Fuck me backwards," I muttered, knowing that there was no possible way for me to drag him into the house. And knowing my luck and my klutziness, I would fall and be trapped underneath him until someone sent out a search party. Oh, hell, Dice was pissed at me so there was no one that would come looking for me. The thought of not being important enough for anyone to come looking for me made my heart start to race. I suddenly felt like nothing, specially if everyone was right about Brian--I had no one.

I ran my hands over my face to prevent the tears from starting to fall. "Shit..." My body shook as I tried to calm my raising state of panic. I knew what I needed to do but I was petrified that she wouldn't answer, but I was damn sure she could talk me down. With a shaky hand, I opened the car door and pulled my phone out of my pocket and pushed the speed dial button for Dice.

One ring....two rings....three rings....four....shit I know she's not going to answer. If she always picked up after the third ring. Five....six....."Hello?" Holly shit, she answered.

"H-Hey," my voice shook. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to control myself and the state of panic I had built up. I didn't want her to freak out at me. "I-I I-I'm soorrrry," I cried, sinking down and sitting in Brian's plush front lawn. Well, so much for controlling my emotions. Why did I suck at this. "I-I never sh-shood have y-yelled at you! I-I ddidn't even ask what h-happened! I-I'm the worst best friend ever!"

"Will you calm the fuck down," was she laughing at me? This wasn't a laughing matter! "I'm over it...I know you're an idiot and I told you I was going to watch when it all explodes. Has it? Where are you?"

I took in a few shaky breaths, still trying to let her words sink in so I could calm down. She thinks everything is going to explode around me? Well, that's just great. So everyone thought my what ever I was to Brian was a joke and that I was just some one to throw away? No, I refused to believe that! I had to show them that they were wrong. I could be quite stubborn like that.

"Come on, MJ, you called me at three in the morning to creepily breath over the phone? Well, consider me officially turned on," I couldn't help but chuckle at that one. "Okay, so you are alive. Are you at dickheads?"

"I-If you mean at Brian's, then yes," I sighed, whipping my eyes before playing with some blades of grass. I couldn't even imagine what the neighbors would think if they saw me right now. I wouldn't be surprised if the cops showed up any minute. "But dont worry...nothing happened...unless you count finding some skank's number in his pocket. He's currently passed out in the car."

I heard Dice let out a light laugh on the other end before what sounded like a wince. "Well, if you only found a phone number then I'd consider yourself lucky. At least you didn't find the thong of whatever bitch he screwed while you weren't looking." I gaped and shook my head. "And give him a good slap across the face for me, that should wake his ass up."

"Dice...w-what happened last night?" I asked, picking off my black nail polish. She sighed again and I could tell that she wasn't happy about it.

"I-I don't know," I could just see her putting her face in her hands by the tone of voice. Yeah, I knew the girl better than she knew herself sometimes. "I guess I just needed a little excitement in my life. " That's what she said, but I wasn't buying it. That car was her most prized possession and I knew she wouldn't willingly smash it. I had only seen her get so drunk that she did stupid shit like that twice before in our fifteen years of friendship. One was when she drank so much she literally smashed my brother's car with a baseball bat and the other was when someone broke and vandalized her parent's headstone. Something deeper was going on here. Dice only blacked out when she didn't want to deal with something emotional, even though she claimed that she didn't have any.

"Well, what happened to Matt? I thought he was going to keep an eye on you tonight for me?" I said, now gnawing my bottom lip. "Why did he end up at Johnny's? Is everything okay between you guys?" I wasn't stupid, I saw the way that they looked at each other. There was definitely something between them.

"Dont stick your nose where it doesn't belong, love," Dice warned and I knew she was getting pissed at me. "We were just fucking around and now its done. No harm no foul and he can do whatever it is his stupid ass desires. I was bored with him anyway. And don't you fucking dare try to play matchmaker like you did with Corey. I will literally kill you in your sleep with that dildo I bought you for your birthday."

"Right..." I sighed, not believing her. "Well, I'll be home tomorrow since you obviously cant come get me," I ran my fingers through my hair as I looked up at the large stone house. Oh, who was I kidding? That was a fucking mansion! "Call me when you get up so I know you're not dead, okay?"

"Whatever mom," Dice laughed. "Have fun with dicky-do. Remember slap Gates as hard as you can for me. Oh, I would love to see that..."

I rolled my eyes before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. Okay, so maybe she wasn't pissed at me. I solved one problem but now I had to get Brian in the house. I walked over and opened the passenger side door of the slick black BMW and pulled out Brian's legs. However, I wasn't expecting for him to slump down across both the passenger seat and drivers seat with a loud snore. Fuck!

I climbed on top of him, my bare knees straddling his torso. Hell, in any other circumstance this would have been sexy as hell, but not with a basically dead body in front of you. I pressed my hands into his chest, wiggled around, shook him but the guys didn't even so much as move. Well, of course he was breathing, I hadn't killed him! Damn it, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to follow Dice's advice. I tried firmly tapping his cheeks first. Nothing but a light smirk appeared on his lips and I really had enough of this.

"Here goes nothing," I muttered, closed my eyes, and smacked Brian as hard as I could across the face. To my surprise he sat right up with a bewildered expression on his face.

He blinked down at me before his eyelids started to droop again. "W-what? W-where are we?" he stammered as I climbed off him and pulled his semi-conscious body out of the car.

"You're home, now let's get you to bed," I grunted, holding the majority of his weight as I dragged him up the front steps. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put steps on the front of this house was an idiot. And Ill be damned, Brain was sleeping again. "Come on, stay with me, Bri," I hissed, once I got him passed the threshold. It was only then that I realized that I had no idea where his bedroom is. "Brian? Brian!"

"Huh?" he slowly opened one eye before it drooped again.

"Where the hell is your room?"

I was surprised when he let out a delirious chuckle and said, "at the top of the stairs to the right." Okay, so maybe it wasn't the first time he had done this before, but I didn't have time to think about that.

By the time I got Brian all the way up the stair and into his room, I was exhausted and panting. I really needed to start working out or at least running again. This was just embarrassing. With one firm push, he landed face down on the bed in his clothes. Damn it, why wouldn't my conscious just let me leave him there in his clothes? Okay so maybe I did want to see that amazingly sculpted body and those sexy tattoos. You'd do the same thing too, right? Plus, I wanted him to be comfortable.

I carefully stripped him down to his boxers and flipped him over onto his back. My eyes wandered over Brian's amazing physique as I chewed my bottom lip, my heart pumping wildly in my chest. No, MJ, dont go there. You cant go there. You can't let yourself fall for him after all the warnings you've received. No. No. No...I cant get hurt again. But something told me it was too late to turn back now.

I ran my hands over my face, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted. My feet carried me into the huge gold and marble bathroom and I looked around in awe. Was there anything this guy didn't have? Jesus. After a few minutes of searching, I found the tylonal and got a glass of water. I set them on Brian's beside table as I tried to decide what I should do. Should I get in bed with him or should I go sleep on the couch. Oh fuck it, I'm too tired to worry about this shit right now.

Without another thought, I pulled off my shorts and slipped into bed next to Brain wearing nothing but my lace panties and my black tank top. I hoped he wouldn't mind waking up next to me. However, I didn't worry about it too much because as soon as I laid down in the bed, Brian instantly moved to pull me into his arms. His protection and warmth soothed me to sleep in a matter of seconds.

Matt's POV

"Fuck, where the hell is my lyric book!" I hissed, dumping my backpack on the couch. I had been in one hell of a mood since I woke up this morning and not even that super hot sex with Val could fix it. In all honesty, I couldn't get that little redhead out of my head and it fucking pissed me off. Hell, even when I was with Val she was on my mind. What the hell was wrong with me? Or more importantly, what was wrong with her? How could Dice say that there wasn't anything between us. I couldn't have been the only one that felt it. Well, you know what, fuck her because I loved Valary DiBenedetto and I didn't need her.

I shook my head and threw a water bottle out the studio door in frustration. Get the fuck out of my head! It was no use, all I could see were those piercing green eyes every time I let my wander. I really had to find something to occupy my mind.

"About fucking time!" There was that stupid book. Finally I could start to get some work. I flipped through the pages only to find a picture of a dick and my name scribbled all over my words. "That fucking bitch!" I hissed pulling at my hair. I swear that girl got under my skin the way no one ever had before. I could kill her. It was then that my eyes wandered to the adjoined page to see something written in a girl script. Oh, and did I mention that it looked angry? The writing had ruined three pages behind it. What the hell was Dice's problem? Shes was pissed at me for what reason? I didn't get it.

So how does it feel to know that someone's kid in the heart of America has blood on their hands, fighting to defend your rights, so you can maintain a lifestyle that insults his family's existence???

I gaped down at the words, reading them at least four times before I realized what they meant. And damn it to hell, Dice was was fucking right, yet again. I blinked as a riff popped into my head and jumped from my seat and grabbed one of Syn's guitars.

"I've got something!" Jimmy screamed into the room what felt like five minutes later. However, when I looked at my phone, I noticed that I had been writing for two hours and it was now eleven am. "Where the hell is everyone?"

I blinked at the fool jumping around excitedly. He looked like a puppy begging for a treat and wanting to play. "Please just let me play this for you!" Jimmy ripped the guitar out of my hands and started to play this ostinato riff on one string. I raised my brow at pursed my lips, not really seeing anything special about it.

"That's-that's great, Jimbo," I lied, flashing him a fake smile. "But I've got--"

"No, that's not it!" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the drum recording studio and stared to pay this insane driving beat. "Now, imagine that, the guitar riff, and these!" he practically screamed as he pushed a lyric sheet into my face. As I scanned the words a smile fell over my face.

"Okay, these are fucking sweet," I said just as Brian walked in the door with Zacky and a very large coffee. "Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" I teased but he just flipped me off. "Good morning?"

A smirk fell over his lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. I'll take that as he got a good lay with Blondie in before dropping her off at daycare with the Red. Fuck, I wasn't going to think about her and here she was...again. This was going to be a long day. "Well," I continued. "Jimmy and I have leads on two new songs."

Notes

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