Welcome to the Family

"Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeahh," the guys cheered on Syn as he downed his second bottle of whiskey-coke, which I knew would make him even more hyper if that was even possible.

After the studio, we'd driven back to our house to celebrate the final recording of the very last track of the album, and the guys were already incredibly wasted. Well, especially Syn and Johnny were, but also Michelle proved to be a real boozehound, as she screamed around and danced sexily. At least that was what she thought. To a sober person it looked like she was standing on gleaming charcoal giving her electric shocks or something.

"Vicky, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event, you just HAVE to drink this one day," Syn tried to persuade me, but I wasn't sure.
Then again, the chances of ending in bed with Matt again are about minus nine thousand percent, so why wouldn't I? I'll have to restart a detox program tomorrow one way or another, I thought and I smiled at the thought of when Zacky said a couple of weeks ago that he would only smear it between his ass cheeks.

"Come on Vicky, just a litte. We all know you could really use some alcohol right now," Syn whispered and poured me a whiskey-coke. I nodded and thought, screw this, tonight we really gotta party. After all, this is really something that happens once in a lifetime. I then downed the drink and joined Michelle's dance.


"Ohhh guys, guys, guys! Truth or dare!" Syn anounced, then jumped on the backrest of the beige sofa, leaving black trails of mudd. He whirled around a yellow, long thing. WAIT, IS THAT MY SCARF? Whatever.

Everybody agreed and we also made up the rule that after every truth and every dare, we had to drink. "This way it's more fun," Zacky had reassured us. I squeezed myself between Johnny's girlfriend Lacey, who had - along with some others that already left - come just for the party, and Syn.

"Vicky, you pick the first victimmmmmmm," Syn shot at me. Who, me? Why? "Uhm, I'd say... Michelle." I threw her an apologetic look, but she didn't seem to mind. "Truth or dare?" Syn asked, and she selected truth. "How's Synyster Gates in bed?" Johnny screamed, and Michelle just smiled knowingly.

"Something else, guys," she replied. "Alright, who did you have your first time with?" Renee asked shyly. She was sitting right next to Zacky, of course. In the last couple of hours I'd gotten her to know really well and I found myself quite fond of her.

"Okay guys, just don't laugh..." she began, and we were all ears. "Any of you guys remember Freddy Mullheiser from high school?"

Her words were followed by a few disgusted grunt. "Yeah, you mean Mully the mullet? The one with the most ridiculous haircut ever? The one who ran around in his Maple Leafs jersey for four months straight? The only one from the whole school who didn't shave his goddamn armpits? You mean that Freddy Mullheiser?" Matt managed to gasp between laughters, and Johnny mumbled, "fucking Canadians man...," while Michelle just pretended to pout.

"Mich, who's next?" I asked to end the misery. "Uhm, Zacky." First we all drank and then Zacky selected dare. Without thinking much I said, "Kiss the most beautiful girl in the room." His face turned bright red as he turned to face Renee, whose face whas probably even redder, and gave her a shy peck on the lips. Everybody cheered and then took a sip from their drinks. If I can't find my happy ending, then I hope Renee and Zacky will, I thought and smiled.

"Brian, truth or dare?" Renee asked, and he screamed, "truth, man!" Zacky then shouted, "Okay guys shut up this is gonna be sooo fucking gooood. Syn, have you ever masturbated with one of Matt's socks... in his room... while he was showering?" Oh what the...? Matt turned remarkably pale as Syn started to grin. He then playfully hit his shoulder and smirked, "Sorry man. Guilty as charged." WAIT, BRIAN... EXPLAIN? HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN? We then drank again and I had to admit that I already felt somewhat tipsy.

That was probably the reason why I picked dare, since I was the next. Syn started smiling broadly, scaring the living hell out of me. "Until the game is over, you are going to sit on the lap of any person you have made out with," he said, and everybody started going nuts.

Yeah thanks Brian, there's plenty of choices here, you know. There's Matt, you know, the one who broke my heart, and then there's Matt, the one I am desperately trying to avoid and oh yeah, I almost forgot Matt, the one in whose socks you... Gosh...

I looked at him, he looked at me. I can't do this, I thought. Not now. Not today. But before I could object, my body already had moved over to Matt. No, no, no, please, the voice inside me screamed, but there was nothing I could do.

Matt then carefully lifted me onto his lap and then pulled his arms away from me, trying to avoid any more physical contact than necessary, for which I was very grateful. I took a huge gulp from my drink and then picked Renee as the next victim.

The game went on for about another hour, in which I had to get a refill twice. After a lot of alcohol, I was finally feeling somewhat comfortable being so close to Matt, although I definitely wasn't as hammered as I had been when we... Well, you already know.

After we declared that the game was over, I wanted to leave Matt's lap, but instead, he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck, sending shivers down my spine and causing me goose bumps instantly.

"You know, Vicky, actually I wasn't done today. In the car I mean," he began, slightly slurring his words. "Uh-huh," I let out and started to play with a strand of my hair, desperately trying to convince him that I didn't care. "Hey, do you or don't you want to know what I got to say?" he asked, sounding hurt. "Matt, I think you said enough," I snapped.

"Well, I fucking don't!" he growled angrily. I glared at him. "Guys, peace out," Syn slurred, imitating a British accent. His eyes were redder than a ripe tomato. "Love is the answer, okay. Case you didn't know. Now excuse me while I go save the planet, I have just recently discovered that I am able to fly. Indeed, I am a beautiful fairy..." Michelle dragged him away with an apology and some ranting words directed at him.

"Vicky, come on, just let me say this," Matt pleaded again, only to be interrupted by Zacky this time. "Guys, take it, seriously, I'm gonna go head outside to talk to Renee," he mumbled and handed Matt an already lighted joint. He put it between his lips and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke linger in his lungs for seconds. "Want some?" he offered. Somehow, in that moment I realized that I hadn't smoked in years, and a couple of tokes wouldn't kill me, right?

Without bothering to say anything to him, I took the blunt out of his fingers and took a deep toke. Damn, that tastes great, I thought, already feeling my mouth running dry. We finished the thing taking turns and then Matt put the tiny remain of it in an empty paper cup. "So, are you gonna listen now?" he asked, obviously as high as me. His image became blurry, but I was still completely aware of my surroundings.

"Yeah, whatever man," I mumbled. He then slowly started talking. "You know Vicca, I enjoy every second we spend together, and I just don't know if I'm ready to start something new yet. I mean, I literally got out of my relationship like two weeks ago, and I am still married technically. And I don't want you to, you know, get your hopes up or some shit when I'm afraid I might back out after a couple of weeks. Because... you don't deserve that. Because... I care too fucking much about you to let that happen to you. Because... if it wasn't me, I would kick any guy's ass for treating you this way." I just stared at him, my brain too slow and too intoxicated to really understand what he said.

"I like you, okay? I'm probably just saying that because I'm fucking high, but I swear it's the truth. And I hate that I hurt you," he then said, and wrapped his big, strong arms around me, pulling me closer. I rested my head against his hard chest and just listened to his heartbeat for a while, knowing I would have to respond sooner or later. But I gladly postponed it to later.

Notes

Wow, that was one hell of a party, don't you think?

Is Matt speaking the truth or is that the whiskey talking?

Comments, loves! :3