When Skies Are Grae

I've not saw or heard from Matt since Tuesday. He said he would call text me before Saturday, well, Saturday has come and still no word from Matt. I attempted to think positive though. Perhaps he lost his phone? Maybe his truck is broke down? Then I begin to over think things. Matt is way too sexy to have only one female that he sees on a regular basis, plus he's famous. He has plenty enough money to replace a phone and a vehicle. So, why haven't I heard from him?

Thee conversation my brother, him and I had in my bedroom last week kept creeping into my mind. If he even just saw me as a piece of ass, why would he spend so much time and money on me? All the things he's said to me. I decided to try texting him, again.

Grae: Hey you. Wondering if you're around? What's up with our plans going to Brian's party? I miss you :)

I press send.

An hour goes by, still no response from Matt. I look around desperately for something to do while I wait to hear from him. My kitchen could use a mopping, so I get busy.

Ding.

My phone. A text. From Matt? I quickly retrieve my phone from the living room.

Matt: Georgia Girl, I'm on my way over now. Miss you more.

Well, at least I know he's alive and well. But why hasn't he answered the rest of my texts?

Grae: Bout damn time you come to see me! Be careful, see you when you get here.

Matt: I know, sorry. I got some shit I need to tell you. Sit tight, be there in a few. At the light on Javin Ave. now.

Shit he needs to tell me? Great, he's probably married. That's my luck in a nutshell. My mind wonders. Drake would know whether he's married or not, he would've said something during the dreadful conversation, right? I'm possibly exaggerating the whole situation. Maybe our plans just didn't work out? I finish mopping the rest of my floor.

Seven whole minutes later, I hear the diesel pull in and cut off. Seconds after, a knock at my front door. I yell for him to come on in. Matt enters, wearing jeans, black Vans, and a plain white shirt. He immediately wraps me in a hug.

"Hello beautiful."

"Hey." I reply.

"I've missed you so much." he pulls me tighter against him.

"Where have you been?" I stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes.

Matt drops his head, "That's what I need to talk to you so bad about. Let me pour us a drink."

The thought about needing alcohol before we chat made my head wonder. Where has he been?

I grab two glasses, Matt takes them from my possession and fills them with ice and Crown Royal. He hands me a glass and we mozy over to the couch.

Before saying a word, he sparks a blunt; exhaling the smoke before passing it to me.

"What's going on?" I anxiously question before hitting the green.

"I got a call the other day from my mom," he spoke, "my sister overdosed on heroin."

I sigh and drop my head, "is she alright?"

"Yeah, she is now. They lost her three times, this time."

"This time?" I ask.

"Yeah, I know right. This is the fuckin' 7th time she's done this." He shakes his head and takes a couple more hits of the blunt, taking sips of his Crown between.

"I'm sorry you're going through this." I sympathize.

"I feel like it's all my fuckin' fault."

"Oh, Matt." I wrap him in a caring hug.

"Oh yeah, and then like 4 hours before that shit happens, my mom calls and says she has my dad at the hospital."

"Is he alright?"

"She thought he was having a heart attack, but thankfully, it was just gas. But they did, however, discover he has a small blockage in his heart. So, I guess he'll be seeing a specialist sometime next week."

"I'm glad it's nothing major, though." I rub his back.

"Me too. But what the fuck am I gonna do with my dumbass sister?"

I feel so terrible for him. His life has been turned upside down since I've saw him last. I study his eyes, a look of pain and disappointment within them. I don't know what to say to make him feel better at this moment. I can't help but wonder why he feels to be at blame for his sister's actions.

He passes the blunt back to me.

"I threw my phone at the hospital, so I had to get a new screen for it. Just got it back this morning. That's why I've not answered any of your messages," he sips his drink, "Plus, I've been on the other side of Huntington for the last few days."

"Matt, you have other things to worry about instead of texting me. Your family needs you." I respond and hand him the weed.

"So you aren't mad at me?" he looks up to meet my eyes.

"Of course not. I'll always expect you to put family first before we go out for a drink or whatever. I'll admit, I've been kinda driving myself crazy these last couple days, wondering why you've not answered me or came over to see me. But, I completely understand and don't expect to be put before anyone."

Matt pulls me against him, "Thank you. But, I enjoy putting up with you."

I nod my head, "I'm here for you."

He smiles that irresistible smile and kisses my lips. He believes me.

"You still wanna go to Brian's party?" Matt softly mouths, his lips never leaving mine.

"Only if you feel up for it."

"Feel up, what?" he grins.

I smirk at his remark, knowing what's going on in his head.

"Oh, lighthen up, Georgia Girl," he grabs my chin with his hand, "You look even sexier when you're angry."

I take a drink of my beverage and hit the blunt a few more times. This man absolutely enticed me.

"Fine, we'll go. But you better start getting ready. I told Brian we'd be there early." Matt checks the time on his phone.

"Is this gonna be a big party or a little party?" I curiously ask.

"There's gonna be a lot of people, probably. Brian invites a few other bands to come over and hang. Usually, they invite a few people each. We invite several people each. So, lots of famous people, more than likely." Matt explains.


Good to know. l definitely need Matt's opinion on what to wear. I trail off to my bathroom and I begin to get ready for Brian's party. I have just enough time to curl my long hair into bouncy waves, and look my best.

"I have to stop at my place on the way over, I can't go to a party in this. Not Brian's kind of party, anyway."

"That's fine with me. I need your opinion on what to wear." I say as I cover my hair with hairspray.

"Can I raid your closet?" Matt grins.

I laugh, "Sure. Just show me a few outfits while I get ready."

I began putting on my makeup while Matt disappears into my closet in search of the perfect outfit. Moments later, he returns holding a white lace dress with and my cowboy boots.

"I love that dress but this is California, my black heels would look good with that."

"So you're not going to wear your boots at all?" Matt asks with surprise.

"I don't wanna look like I'm in the wrong place. I don't wanna look like I'm missing a hoedown somewhere." I admit.

"But you're my, Georgia Girl," he puckers, "What if I find something better to go with your boots?"

Apparently, he wants me to wear my cowboy boots. I really like the dress he picked out, though.

"Why do you want me to wear my boots so bad?" I giggle.

"To be honest, Brian hasn't shut the hell up about you since y'all met the other day. So, I need you to look like a sex symbol tonight. Ya know, tease em' a little bit," Matt deviously chuckles, "plus you look fine as hell in those boots."

"That's mean, Matt!" I cackle.

He glides himself behind me and wraps his hands around my hips, "I just want you to give them a taste of what they can't have," he whispers in my ear.

"What do you mean, them?"

"My whole band wants you," he shrugs, "and I want you tease them. I don't care how you do it, because they've not shut the fuck up about you."

"What do I do?"

"I want you to lure them in and shut them down. Rub that ass on them and tell them they can't have it because it's mine." Matt smacks my bottom.

"What? Who said it's even your's?" I smirk.

He mouths into my ear, "Baby, you know I fuck you right. You're gonna be disappointed if you think they can do what I can. I'd like to think that ass is mine."

"What kind of fuckin' party are we going to?"

"Just a huge party! Have you not ever partied?" Matt asks.

"Not one that involves fucking everyone."

"It's different partying with rockstars. Everyone still gets fucked up and dances, everyone is usually looking for a quick fuck. Well, not everyone, but my boys, definitely. And from the way they talk, you'd be the score of the night. Dickheads."

"I'm not one of those people!" I shake my head and look back at Matt.

"Exactly. Which is why they're gonna try like hell and you're gonna kill them with kindness."

"But what if they don't try anything at all? And why do I have to reject them?" I wonder aloud, "and why do they think that I'm yours?"

"Because I told them that you wouldn't give them the time of day," he halfway answers me.

It does sound fun to get flirted with by rockstars all night. But with Matt's supposed jealousy, I'm a little uneasy about it.

"If I do decide to do this, are you gonna get super jealous and flip the fuck out?" I straight out ask.

"No, I won't flip out."

"But what if I don't want no one else there, but you?" I ask another question.

"That's the point. You can flirt with them all you want, dance, whatever. Like I said, show them what they can't have."

I exhale a laugh and drop my head, "You gonna make the bitches there jealous of me?"

"Of course. But I'm more interested in watching you play with my boys."

I've never had man that has gave me a green light on flirting with his friends. He wants me to tease them, to flaunt myself around them; to get their hopes up and demolish them. To play 'hard to get'.

"I think I can do it." I answer.

"I know you can. It'll be easy, they're simple to seduce. Lead them on and suddenly stop."

Matt has a strange fire in his eyes, flames that I've not saw before. He leaves my side once I finish with my makeup.

When I exit my bathroom, I see he has gathered up two more dresses. A short black dress with a silhouette back that would fall about mid-thigh when worn. The other is dark purple with black lace that covered the chest and back. Regardless, I'm going to be dressed quite premiscously.

"Which one you like most?" I hold them up in front of my body.

"The white one." he smiles.

I shed everything but my bra and panties. Matt steps behind me and zips the back up. I turn and face him; he's biting his lip as he eyes me from head to toe.

"You're an absolute goddess." he stares at me.

"Thank you." I smile.

He scoots my boots toward my feet and winks.

.:. .:. .:.

We stop at Matt's house so he could get ready. I was in awe when we pulled up to his beautiful rock mansion that overlooked his own beach. You could watch the waves crash amongst the rocks and shore.

Once inside, I studied the marble columns that supported the second floor and the way the crystal chandelier glistened against the dark, wood floors.

"C'mon, I'll show you around." he takes me by the hand.

He led me into a sitting area, a stone fireplace went up the far wall, from which a 72" television hung. A bear rug laid in the floor, and a sectional couch wrapped around nearly the whole room. An Xbox rests on a shelf that I'm sure consists of any game imaginable. A few headsets lay around on the couch and one in a recliner.

"This is usually where I play games and watch sports."

Next, he takes me into his kitchen which is complete with a stocked bar. A copper backsplash separates the black countertops from the dark oak cabinets. An island stands in the middle. Over in a corner surrounded by floor to ceiling windows, is a large table and 8 chairs.

"Your home is beautiful!" I speak.

"Thanks. I got one more place to show you and then we can go." he leads me up a set of stairs.

Matt opens a set of double doors which revealed a bed that could sleep 6 people comfortably. The walls are a deep maroon, accented with white trim. All of his furniture is black and white. A compact chandelier hung above the bed. He even has a dancing pole over in the corner, which is accompanied by a sectional. This must be his bedroom. On the nightstand, a bowl and a bag of marijuana rest on top of a notebook.

"This is my room, if you can't tell." Matt chuckles.

"It's definitely interesting."

Matt walks into the hidden closet and searches through all of his clothes that are neatly organized on hangers. He rips his clothes off, down to his boxers. He pulls on a pair of different jeans and halfway buttons up a dark purple plaid shirt around a black Metallica shirt. Next, he slips his feet into a pair of all black Converse and then puts on a hat.

I feel like I'm drooling.

"I just need to grab a couple of things before we head out." he says as he stalks by me.

He walks over and sits on his bed and opens the stand. I decide to sit as well.

He hands me a bag of weed and a box of pre-rolled blunts. My eyes grow as I admire all the green that is currently in my possession.

"Think you can carry that, Georgia Girl?" he smiles.

I nod my head.

Once back down in the kitchen, he grabs a few bottles of alcohol. Jack D, José, and Fireball are in Matt's arms.

"You ready to roll?" Matt kisses my lips.

"Mhmmm."

We pack everything out to his truck and jump in. He turns the engine over, nearly sounding as if the Dodge Ram were growling. "

"Here, spark this." he passes me a blunt.

I do as he says. I puff it a few times before handing it to him.

Matt drops it into drive and peels out, down his driveway he slings gravel.

"Let's go party, Georgia Girl!"

Notes

Just wanted to say thanks to the ones who came back to read "When Skies Are Grae". I know I hadn't updated this story in nearly a year, so I thank you for your loyalty!

Xx,
- sky.