Dice’s POV

Through heavy-lidded eyes, I stared out to the night. Something about weed always made my mind a bit... pre-occupied. Exactly what I was trying to avoid when bringing the joint to my lips. And each time, I kind of forgot that pot had this effect on me. Sometimes I just wanted that I could be like Jimmy here, get high and just stare at the nightly stars, or like MJ... babble some nonsense as she tried to get mister Gates there to stick his beautiful dick inside her... I don’t know, probably thight little core? I probably would’ve had my wicked ways with her a long time ago, that is if I was in to that stuff.

Matt’s sweats hung loose around my hips and I pushed my hands in pockets, leaning against the wall, remembering that as wonderful and chill-like this evening was, I still had to get a certain bastard behind bars. And I wanted those Cheetos. Did Matt actually have something I could devour around this house? Something other than mister Synyster Gates who I think was being devoured by MJ. Who knew pot made her this horny? I could bet on a hundred bucks – which I didn’t have by the way – that in three, two... one... and MJ is dry humping the unlucky bastard. Why unlucky? Have you seen him? His head is off to Mars, I don’t think he fucking understands what year it is, let alone that his fucking girlfriend’s tight little hole is throbbing with desire and all he can do is barely keep his eyes open.

I fucking told him not to mix booze with pot, but that dick never listens. We all know what happened the last time when he did so – he declared that people play guitars with their ‘bum-bum’s’ being upside down in a fucking elevator. And now his girl wants to fuck him, like really fucking bad, but he’s too high to get little Syn downstairs to be up and ready. Man, MJ’s in for a big surprise when she figures her eternal stud is not that fucking eternal and his libido falls instantly after the first puff.

Good going, Gates. And besides the libido, if he mixes my darlin’ Mary Jane with booze, he’s out cold just like that. Like now. I couldn’t bare but let the wide grin appear on my face as I shifted in my place, looking over the comical view of MJ realizing he’s passed out and passed out for good. She started poking him. Man, this time I’m glad I didn’t bet money on who would be the first one to pass out, I would’ve lost since I would’ve guessed it to be Johnny. It has been a tight race between him and Syn and sorta even Zack, who was giggling to South Park inside, ready to fall asleep at any given moment. Who would’ve thought rockstars couldn’t hold their shit?

Almost all of them were drifting in the la-la dream land except for Jimmy, who was simply a knife master and preferred hypnotizing the sky over falling asleep and Matt, who maybe was sleeping by now. Wasn’t that certain about that big boy.

„Bri?” MJ gave Syn a light shake. Yea, like that would work.

„Give him a nice slap, MJ,” I smirked as she looked back at me over her shoulder. Her eyebrow was arched and she looked confused. I shrugged, „Or a punch. Whatever turns you on.”

„I’m not gonna hit him!” She hissed loudly, making me roll my eyes on how fucking high she actually was. And I thought my eyes were red. Well, that’s what eye drops were for. Yea, I was always prepared. Always, fucking always had Visine in my bag, ‘cause in the end I did work with people after all and they didn’t need to know that sometimes, very rarely tho, I had to do a puff-puff-pass with Max in order to get through the night. I didn’t like to be buzzed through my shifts, but hey, even Johnny approved of it, since he knew either I cut an asshole or I get a little bit high.

„Your loss,” I shrugged.

„I’d punch him if I were you,” Suddenly out of nowhere Jimmy jumped in the conversation. And I thought he was dead to the world, he hadn’t actually moved from his spot on the ground.

„I’m not gonna hit my boyfriend!” She hissed, getting off the drooling Brian Haner.

„You’re no fun, MJ,” I said, feeling the coolness of the wall on my back. Sure the buzz was fading, but I still felt insanely hot. Like I was burning up. I guess that’s what you get for mixing marijuana and liquor. And having some ridiculous backdoor party with Matt Sanders. Now you know why I’m not sitting. Exactly.

„Have you never heard of the saying – when life gives you lemons—„

„You make a lemonade?” MJ cut Jimmy off, as he got to his feet.

„You squirt someone in the fucking eye!” I shouted.

„What she said,” Jimmy pointed his thumb to me.

„What that has to do with anything?” Oh the clueless little MJ.

„Brian’s a lemon.” Jimmy announced.

„More of a peach...” I said thoughtfully, „Or a banana!”

„What the hell are you both talking about?” She frowned.

Jimmy stopped next to me, also leaning against the wall and now watching MJ with a wicked smirk, „It’s—„

„This is a goddamn situation where you squirt someone in the eye!” Jesus, what did it take to hit some sanity in that girl? And why the hell was she blushing? ... Oh.

„Uhmm... Dicey? I don’t think MJ is on the same wave with us...” Jimmy frowned, looking at the now clearly embarrassed MJ. What made the situation even more embarrassing for her- she tripped over the pillows Jimmy had brought out from inside and landed on her fucking face. I could only gape at her.

„Damn, MJ. Warn a guy before kissing the floor next time,” Matt appeared out of nowhere, holding an ice cold bottle of beer, „I could’ve had my moment, looked all hero like, trying to catch you and shit.”

I looked up at him, my mouth agape. He didn’t just say that! I punched him in the arm,

„Hey, what gives!”

„You’re an even bigger dick than Syn!” Jimmy exclaimed, looking at Matt. Like that wasn’t a little too obvious.

„So are you.” Matt winked. Was he fucking high? Still? Even after exploring the depths of me?

„Now why is that, Matthew?” Jimmy’s hands rested on his hips. He really reminded me of my foster mom when she got all angry, feisty and what not when I only thought of stealing a cookie. A cookie we didn’t fucking have. A cookie from the neighbors. Or the store. Whatever was the closest.

„You could’ve had your moment by helping her up,” Matt pointed to the sitting MJ.

Jimmy looked back at her, then at us, then again back at her, before waving the whole situation off. „Nah, she’s good.”

„Okay, cool, whatever,” I shrugged, bringing my eyes back from MJ and to Matt, just to see him smirking in that fucking bottle, his eyes locked on my goddamn cleavage. When he looked at me, I knew exactly what hid behind that smirk. That dirty dog. He was unbelievable. If I was insatiable, then what the hell was he? „Perv.”

He chuckled, „Male and twenty-seven. What’s your point?”

„My point is- I don’t see you holding out neither cheetos nor a drink for me.”

He moved the beer bottle closer after taking a long sip,

„Like hell I’m drinking that piss water. Go and make me a drink.” I demanded. His eyebrows shot up.

„Excuse me?”

„You’ll be excused when I see you holding Jack on the rocks.” I smiled sweetly. „And cheetos... don’t forget the cheetos.”

His eyebrows puckered together as he watched me very intently, „You have two arms, don’t you?”

„And?”

„Go make yourself a drink.” Oh, he didn’t just say that. This bastard didn’t just say that! After I let him fuck me in the ass, he told me to go and make my own fucking drink? Oh it’s fucking on!

After a long and fucking frustrating glare-down, I finally managed to hiss angrily at him, „I will fucking end you, Sanders.”

His reply was a dark laugh, „By all means- please, do me the fucking favor.”

Where the hell was this coming from? Was this how he got when he got drunk, smoked some weed and then again got drunk? Even Jimmy looked confused, „Dude, you have selective hearing or something? She said she’s about to end you. I wouldn’t mess with the knife mistress if I were you.”

„She’s been threatening me since the first day we met,” His shoulders twitched as he raised that bottle to his lips yet again, „I’m kinda used to it.”

I couldn’t believe what was going on. Was my threats not... threatening anymore? Did I actually have to act in order for him to believe whatever the hell left my mouth? Jimmy’s eyes still lingered on Matt. Yea, I’m just as confused as you’re, bro. „MJ?!” He screamed, „MJ! Bring out the spatula. We’re making pancakes!”

„You’re doing what?” I frowned, seeing MJ in her own little world still sitting on the ground. Probably dreaming about Syn’s dick deep inside her.

„Matt should eat a pancake. You can’t be stupid when you’re eating pancakes and now he’s being stupid.” Jimmy explained. Well... that’s something. I guess.

„Why is suddenly everyone at my throat?” Matt’s glare was directed towards Jimmy. „What the fuck did I do?”

„You’re being stupid.”

„How the fuck am I being stupid? Just because I wasn’t acting like a fucking dog and didn’t obey her every goddamn command?” Hey! I’m standing right next to you, asshole! I can fucking hear you, you know...

„She just let you wet your willie inside her magic cave, I think you owe her a fucking drink,” Exactly! Wait... how the hell did he know what were we doing?

„How the fuck did you—„ Matt started, but Jimmy cut him off,

„Oh puh-lease. You both reek of sex and my knife mistress won’t sit down. Either you fucked her in the ass or I don’t know... You gave her a good beating...”

Right at the moment when Matt opened his mouth to say something, I heard his phone ring, indicating towards an incoming text. Quickly he slipped out the phone and unlocked it, going straight to reading the text, which appeared to be from... Valary.

You. Dense. Motherfucker.

So it appeared it’s a fucking good idea to text a guy at 3 am, asking what’s the hell up. I’ll tell you what’s the hell up – you’re horny, he’s fucking drunk... and high and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t jump at the opportunity to fuck his ex. And does it look like I’m stopping him? When he has that smug smirk on his face while he’s texting her back? While I’m standing fucking next to him? Please. Go ahead, motherfucker. I dare you. I double dare you.

Is that a picture he just received? Hashtag no-make-up and fucking hashtag I-want-to-sit-on-your-face? Really? I looked at him, but he didn’t even seemed to notice me.

„Wipe the drool off your face, honey,” I said in my most sweetest voice I could ever pull off.

„Huh?” Finally, fucking finally he raised his eyes to me. Jimmy seemed as confused as ever, but something worked in his brain and he went to help MJ up and dragged her in. Probably on their pancake adventure, or simply knowing that shit’s about to go down. Had he been on that dinner thing with his ex? Didn’t know, didn’t care, but if he replies to another of her texts, I’m fucking gone. And to say she was quick to reply was an understatement.

And there he goes. He just replied to the fucking text. With a fucking wink emoji to top it all! Oh, I’m out. I’m so out that he wished I had never been in to begin with, whatever the fuck that actually means.

I didn’t know if he didn’t notice me leaving or he simply didn’t care at that point, but I felt kinda hurt he didn’t run after me. I just know I ended up at my porch, trying to figure out how to get in my house since I didn’t have a key with me. I mean, people in movies can break in just like that so what gives? Or at least they hide a spare key somewhere... Speaking of which...

I knew this day would eventually come, no not the one where I’d bail on Matt, but the one where I’d lose my keys. I always held a spare in that crack under the porch. It was really easy to break in my house, but the shit starts when the burglar realizes I have absolutely nothing to steal. In fact, if I’d stumble over a burglar, I’d probably start laughing and then search the house with him. Maybe hit the jackpot and find an old snickers bar.

Once I flicked on the lights, I noticed a gun aiming towards my head. Whoa, speaking of a welcoming.

I sighed, dropping the spare key on the table, „Good morning, Jay.”

„Morning... Lucy.” He smiled wickedly.

„Look, I’m having a bad day... okay, more of a decade actually, so please, if you’re here to kill me, then just fucking kill me.” I rolled my eyes. Now this would maybe spice things up a bit. I liked to live dangerously, and I won’t say this is a first when someone holds a gun at me.

„Kill you? Babe... You’re hurting my feelings,” He smiled wickedly, before lowering the gun and falling backwards on the couch. This was where I got confused.

„If you’re not here to kill me, why the fuck you have a gun?”

„Self protection.” He shrugged, his eyes roaming every inch of my body. „You look different. Have you done something to your hair?”

„Enough with the small-talk, Jay. What do you want?” I folded my arms, obviously irritated.

„I told you what I want.” He said with a straight face. Oh yea. Get his dad out of the pokey. Sorry, can’t do. I guess he’ll have to kill me.

„I can’t do that, Jay.”

„What exactly can’t you do?”

„I can’t get your dad out of prison.” I explained, the frown growing only bigger. Why was he laughing? Wasn’t that what he wanted?

„Oh.. I’m not here for that.” He waved me off, his lips still curled up in a smile. „Sure, I was extremely butt-hurt when I figured out it was you who put him there, but then I started thinking...”

„That doesn’t sound like a good thing,” In fact that sounded like the worst possible thing. I pinched the bridge of my nose as a frustrated sigh escaped me. I heard him stand up from the couch and measure his way towards me.

„I told you I’m here for you,” Suddenly I felt his big hand on the side of my face. His thumb carresing my cheek gently. Gently. Let’s let that one sink in. How sick in the fucking head should he be to forget about his family and be here for me? Or was he pretending? I opened my eyes to see him hovering a good foot above me.

„Look, Jay, I don’t know what it is what we’re doing right now, but I really can’t.” Maybe I was actually a seven without make-up, but he was a fucking five without insanity. And let’s remember he’s not particularly sane.

„You can. And you will.” He nodded. „Pack your bags, I already bought plane tickets. We’re leaving in three hours.”

„And what if I refuse?”

A wicked smirk ghosted on his lips, before I felt the metallic gun pressed against my stomach. His eyebrow arched as if asking if I get the picture.

„Right.” I nodded and took a deep breath. „Packing. On it.”

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