The next day, I decided to sleep in a little, since I didn't have to work. It was around noon, when I heard the doorbell go off. I pulled a pillow over my head, and assumed one of the guys would get it.

After about the fifth ring, I stumbled out of bed to go get the door, not even caring that I was still in my pj shorts and tank top. I went downstairs, and realized the house was awfully quiet, so the guys must be outside, and they probably didn't hear the door.

"Fucking, assholes. This is what I get for trying to sleep in." I muttered to myself, as I went to the door, and opened it.

"Hey! You fuck... oh. You're not any of the guys of Avenged Sevenfold..." A man said, as I opened the door. I knew he looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. "Uhh... Well this is awkward. Do I have the wrong place?"

"If you're looking for Avenged Sevenfold, then no."

"Well then I guess I have the right place. I'm Frank." He said smiling. That's when realization finally hit me, and I figured out it was the one and only Frank Iero.

"I know." I smiled back.

"Oh do you. I wish I knew who you were, sweetheart." He said, obviously checking me out. Just then Brian came into the room.

"Hi, Frank. I'd keep your hands off if I were you, she's taken. The rest of the guys are out in the back."

"She yours?"

"No. She's Matt's girlfriend." I saw a little sadness flicker across Brian's face for a second, but it was soon replaced by a smile. "I'll be out back in a minute, just came in to get some drinks."

"Ahh. Alright. I guess I'll go out back then. Nice to meet you." Frank said, flashing me a smile before walking through the house, and out the back door.

"It's no wonder he's checking you out. Did you even bother to change before you got the door?" Brian said to me, as soon as he was gone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do we always have visitors?" He looked at me with a blatant stare. "Didn't think so." I said when he didn't answer. "Besides, I just got up. I was trying to sleep, but no one got the door." I started to walk back upstairs.

"Just because we don't have visitors all the time, doesn't mean you should dress like that. There's other guys besides Matt that live in this house."

"Fuck you, Brian. If you had it your way, you'd run around clad in only your boxers all day, so suck my dick."

"Didn't know you had one."

"Well there's four others in the house besides yours, and now an extra since Frank is here, so it's your pick." I stomped up the stairs, and went into my room to change.

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*Brian's Point of View*

I come in the house to see Bradley wearing her short ass pajama shorts, and tank top, and she's answering the fucking door like this! It sorta pissed me off, especially since Frank was hitting on her. Matt would be pissed, too. Wait, why am I pissed? She's not even my girlfriend! But, still, it pisses me off when other guys look at her like a piece of meat, or something.

I think I pissed her off, I shouldn't have said anything about what she was wearing. It's not like it really bothers me, in fact, I really enjoyed it, I always do. She's so adorable when she first wakes up. And her long, thin legs in those short shorts really get me going. Fuck, what am I doing?! If Matt found out I was having dirty thoughts of his girlfriend, he'd fucking kill me. But, hey, it's not like I'm the only one who gets his rocks off seeing Bradley dressed so scantily, I'm sure the others guy like it just as much as I.

Now, I'm getting pissed again, just thinking about hot everyone else in the house sees Bradley like that. I wish I was the only one who got to see her that. I wish she was mine. I wish she would've chosen to stay with me, not get together with Matt.

I clenched my fists, until they turned white. Man, I really want to fucking go off on something right now. I went outside to meet the rest of the guys, and Frank, and sat at the table to join in their conversation. Before I knew it, Frank brought up Bradley, and Matt started talking. I was getting more and more pissed by the moment, and I couldn't control my anger. I had to get back in the house soon, before I went off.

I saw Zacky looking at me weirdly, he looked slightly concerned, I think he could tell I was upset. I just nodded at him, and he looked away. I heard Matt mention Bradley's name again, and I was set off. Just like a fucking bomb, I exploded. I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over backwards, sending it splashing into the pool. I lunged towards Matt, and my knuckles collided with his face. I mainly got his mouth, and jaw. I can see the blood trickling down out of the corner of lip, and some of it is on my knuckles.

"What the fuck, Brian?!" Matt boomed at me, standing up as well. He looked like he was ready to take me down, if I tried to pull anymore shit.

I didn't even answer him, as I turned away, and strode into the house. I felt remotely better, but I was still a little pissed. I knew I should apologize to Bradley, so I went upstairs. I found her in her room, she had changed clothes, and was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, applying some makeup.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything about what you wear." I said, approaching her.

"It's alright, Brian. I'm sorry it bothers you guys. If that's really what you all think, I'll stop dressing like that around you all." She didn't stop applying her makeup as she spoke.

"No, it's alright. I just got a little upset when Frank hit on you, I figured it was because of what you were wearing."

"Ahh. You were mad? Why?"

"I still like you, Bradley." That made her stop doing her makeup, and she turned to face me. "It just bothers me that other guys look at you, and check you out, especially if they're being completely obvious about it."

"Oh." She simply said. Man, I really wanted to kiss her. She looked so damn sexy.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Bri. You're a good friend, and you were concerned that Frank was hitting on me, and you knew Matt would be upset."

"But, I'm not a good friend." I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Yes you are. Why do you..." Before she could ask me why I had said that, I leaned in and kissed her. I put a hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her to me. I let me tongue graze her lips, asking for entrance, but even though she had kissed me back, this was too much, and she pulled away. "Shit." She said.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Bradley. I had no right to do that..." Suddenly, she slapped me across the face.

"Damn right you had no right to do that!" She yelled at me.

"You kissed me back!" I yelled back at her.

"I... I don't even know what to say to you!"

"I don't know what you should say to me!" I leaned in and kissed her again, not bothering to resist my urges. This time, she didn't pull away at all. My tongue slipped into her mouth easily. I grabbed the backs of her legs, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, as I gently pushed her back against the wall. I let my hands graze over her body, as the kiss deepened. She moaned into the kiss, and I felt my erection starting to grow. She must've felt it too, because that's when she decided to pull away.

"Brian, we can't. I'm dating Matt."

"I know... I just... Fuck. I'm sorry." I let her legs drop from around me, and stepped away as she readjusted herself.

"Brian, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"What?" I looked at her.

"You let yourself think that we still have a chance, when we don't. You know that deep down. I'm with Matt, and he loves me, just as I love him. I love you, too, but I chose to let you go. You have to choose to let me go." I felt my anger growing again.

"Well that's not going to fucking happen!" I lost control again, and slammed my fist into the wall, producing a large hole.

"What the fuck is going on here, Brian?!" Matt and the rest of the guys, minus Frank, stormed into the room. Good thing Frank left, I really wasn't in the mood for visits right now. I realized then that Bradley was crying. I must've scared her. Great, now she'd never forgive me. Neither would Matt. Fuck. "Will you fucking answer me?!" Matt yelled again.

"Nothing!" I finally yelled back.

"Really? Nothing?! It doesn't fucking look like nothing!" I could see where the blood had dried on his lip, and I have to say it made me feel better, even in the slightest. He walked over to me, ready to get in my face, when he looked over and saw Bradley, curled on the floor, head in her hands, crying lightly. "Baby?" He said, going to her. "Are you alright? Look at me. Did Brian hurt you?"

It took her a little bit to answer. "No. He didn't hurt me."

"Oh, well that's one less thing I have to hurt him for." Matt started to get up, ready to throw a punch at me for what I did to his lip, but he stopped at what Bradley said next.

"He kissed me."