CAT'S POV

"Guys, anyone of you know some guy named Canty Sugarberg or something?" I asked into the round. Zacky spit out his coke with an astonished expression, but Brian was the first to answer. With a wink, he arched closer and whispered with an overly seductive voice, "No, but I know my candy sugarcock, want some of that?"

I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him in the shoulder, causing him to pretend he was hurt and dramatically fall from the couch. I chuckled. Yeah Brian, that's what you get for always making it about you and your stupid mini weiner. He kept on pretending to hit on me. He'd done it forever.

"Guys," Zacky interrupted us. "Yeah?" "Isn't Canty Sugarberg that one rapper with that annoying Yo mama needa get laid song?" he asked. What the fuck are you talking about Vengeance?
"No, Zack, I think that was me," Christ inserted, "and by the way Mrs Baker definitely doesn't need to get laid for the next few weeks..." He shot us a wink. Zacky grinned, "oh Johnny, let's not talk about THAT incident again..." We all laughed. One of the guys always pretended he had sex with Zack's mom.

Zack pulled out his phone and started typing something. "Vee, no phones allowed," Brian reminded him. The no phones during movie time rule was very strict. Jimmy hated phones and not having someone's full attention, and after the first no phone night we'd all agreed. We had each other, what else did we need?

"Yeah sorry but I need to find that video, ha, got it!" he exclaimed, and we all cuddled closer to watch the music video on his little device. Johnny hopped onto Jimmy's lap for that purpose, causing Jimmy to gasp and hold his nose. "God, Shorty Sugarfucktard, you smell like shit!" Nothing smelled, just another Christ joke.

"Ewww," I exclaimed, pretending to choke on the non-existant smell, "How did you do that, Christ?" Johnny grinned and shot back: "Same way I did Zack's mom." We laughed again and Brian pulled me onto his lap. "Oh yeah Cat," he moaned into my ear. Brian was such a dork most of the times.

Finally, Zack pressed play. What we saw, caused Christ and me to fall off the couch laughing. "Yo mama's fat, yo, and I'm not, yo, but anywaaay, yo, she needa get laaaid, yo" was the chorus of the "best" song by the "best rapper ever" (according to Lauren, that bitch).

"So that bitch from your dorm said he was the best rapper?" Jimmy managed to gasp between laughters. "And, and she was proud about, you know, doing him?" Vee laughed. "Yeah," I grinned. "Did you tell them you fucked Synyster Gates?" Brian asked and made a cocky gesture. "No," I shot back, "that'd be a lie since you don't have a mentionable cock." Now all the laughters were mine.


"I think I'm gonna get some more popcorn, Jimmy, can you help me?" I said, motioning my best friend to come to the kitchen with me. "Ph," Brian pouted, "so the Rev gets laid and I don't?" See, it was always like this with Brian and me. He kept making remarks like that and that was why we all loved him.

For the record, I never once had sex with Brian. The furthest he got was a ten second french kiss at a truth or dare game. But there, everyone kinda kissed everyone. Even Dipshit Mc Farthead got a kiss. I'm still sexually confused and I would have rather had a kiss with a porcupine that gave a blowjob to a skunk. Just kidding, in case you fail to notice.

Anyway, I needed to fill in Jimmy on my newly acquired knowledge. "Jimbo, my mom was up when Matt brought me home. She said he was there for only five minutes. There's no way we could have had sex." I whispered. Jimmy nodded excitingly.

"Yeah," he screamed before turning to a whisper, "Vengeance just randomly mentioned he called Matt just before he dropped you off and Matt said he didn't do anything." My heart skipped a beat. "So I'm not the reason they broke up, after all?" I gasped and Jimmy nodded, "then I wonder what it was..."

When we returned to the others, their faces were all showing embarassment. "Guys, what's wrong?" Jimmy demanded to know. "Johnny just received a call from the traveler's agency. Matt can't cancel the honeymoon trip, and he can't send someone else, either."

Oh damn.


MATT'S POV

It was Thursday. The last couple of days passed by quickly. I wrote a lot of songs, lyrics that I probably would never be ready to share. I went to the gym in the mornings and after that, I took a shower and started writing.

The nights were the worst, though. It felt like something was missing in my arms, and I spent most of the nights with beer on the balcony, admiring the stars and the moon. There was a strange comfort in knowing that not even stars lasted forever, and that about a third of all the stars I saw at night were already dead, only their light remained for a few more centuries.

Maybe dying stars were just dying dreams, after all, and it took a very long time for them to fully disappear. I operated on no sleep and too much cafeine, but I could still focus and as long as I didn't need to face anyone or tell someone what happened, I wasn't that far from okay.

On Thursday though, I heard a knock on my door. I looked through the spyhole. It was Cat. God, couldn't Christ do anything right? I told him I didn't want visitors. I bet that assface forgot all about telling Cat.

"Hey Matt, I know you're inside, and I know you're standing at the door," her strong voice sounded thin through the thick door. I sighed before opening. "Matt, I know you don't want any visitors, and God, you look like shit, but I needed to come. The guys and I agreed that I'd come today," she said and forced a smile. With a half-hearted gesture I motioned her to come inside.


"Matt," she said as she sat down on the sofa, "I hate to ask you this, but when was the last time you had a solid meal. Wow, good question Cat. I don't think I know the answer myself. "Uhm," I replied and she got up and walked to the open kitchen. I turned around on the sofa and watched her look through my fridge and shelves. My stomach roared in approval.

Half an hour later, she presented me some Asian chicken curry with steamed rice, cashew nuts, pinapple and lots of vegetables. Not bad Cat. "Come eat," she motioned toward the table and I sat down, anticipating her food. "Thanks Cat, that's really sweet of you," I replied, and I meant it.

Cat was the perfect girl, and if I'd put some more effort into our relationship and treated her differently from the guys, it would be me and her walking down the aisle on Saturday, not me weeping over Val... - Get your shit together, Sanders, what the fuck are you thinking? You're obviously out of your mind.

"How are you, Matt?" she asked as she took a portion herself. "I don't know," I replied honestly, "and I'm not ready for that kind of question..." She bit her lip, obviously thinking about something she wanted to say, but wasn't sure how to. I knew her far too well. "

Matt," she began while twisting the little golden ball that was her ear stud, another sign for anxiety, "you do realize that people are gonna ask you all kinds of questions after Christ tells them there's not gonna be any wedding..."

Fuck, she's right. Am I prepared for that? How long can Midgetface still wait? "Yeah," I said, more to myself than to her. "And, uhm," she said, her hands not once leaving her earrings, "there's this, uh, possibility..." The fuck are you talking about, Anderson? "Please," I said, "get to the point."

She spoke softly, rapidly, almost as if she wanted to take her words back any second. "The traveler's agency gives you zero refunds for your honeymoon, since it was a special offer. Their terms and conditions say you need to go or else, well you paid them a whole bunch of money for nothing. We called and they said they'll make an exception and you can choose someone else to come. And honestly, we think you should go."

What the fuck? There's no way I'm honeymooning a-fucking-lone! "Uhm, I don't think I heard you correctly," I said, a phrase that anger management cunt told me to use when getting mad. "Yeah, you did, Matt. Postpone the questions. Treat yourself." Is she right? She can't be. "Can you ask Zack if he's coming with me?" I heard myself say against my better judgement.

No, wait. Sanders, you're not fucking going! "The guys are going on this Vegas trip..." she said with a diplomatic smile. Damn it. Vegas would be nice, too. "You should go alone," she added, "it'll be good for you, and who knows, maybe you'll find yourself a pretty little waste of time you can screw..." I didn't say anything, still stuck on that Vegas trip idea.

"No Matt, Vegas isn't the right treat for you," she said, seeing right through me. Man, that girl knew me far too well. Why did she read my thoughts just like that, and why didn't I read hers? Sometimes I felt like I knew her too well, and sometimes she surprised me and I wondered if I ever knew her at all. Nevertheless I was happy she was my friend. Was she feeling the same?

I didn't know why I said this. "Cat, come with me. You know how to care for me. And you deserve this time off just like I do. I don't want to go alone. Come with me, Cat."

Notes

So here we are guys, the proposition. Is she coming with him? What's going to happen?