Burn It Down

I woke up the next morning, immediately sitting up and looking around me. I put my fingers to my hair, checking to see if there was anything different. Matt was very clear that he knew exactly who’s fault it had been that he had nude photos on cameras and who had came up with the squirt guns.

“Mmm, baby,” Brian said instantly reaching out for me, “What are you doing? It’s early still.”

I smiled and laid back down with him, God I loved waking up in his arms, “I was making sure that nothing had been done to us while we were asleep. I imagine that we will be the first targets.”

He wrapped his arms around me pulling me close, his voice husky with sleep as his fingers gently traced along my shoulders, “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it right now, for now let’s just get some sleep.”

I laughed, “I can’t sleep baby, I’m gonna go watch a movie.” I kissed his cheek and he grinned.

“We could make a ‘movie’” he halfway used air quotes and smirked at me.

I laughed, “What are you talking about Brian?”

“We could have a ‘sex tape’ that gets ‘stolen’ and ‘released’,” he used air quotes again wiggling his eyes.

I giggled and swatted his chest but then thought, “That would be a good prank.” I thought about it for a moment. “But if we do it, the covers stay up, you can’t see anything. All you can hear is the sounds.”

He nodded and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him, “Mmm…deal baby.” He kissed my lips passionately and then I sat up pulling away from him setting up the phone. Once it was set up, we had some of the best sex ever, he was so gentle but aggressive at the same time…it’s hard to explain it. I have never felt so attended to.

After it was done we saved it to his phone and I kissed his cheek, “Ready to get up baby?”

He nodded having regained his composure, “I need a smoke.”

I giggled and nodded as I found my shorts and tank top again then pulled on a Vengeance University jacket and zipped it up. Brian threw on board shorts and a zip up jacket, zipping it halfway up then we proceeded to make our way out side. However, as soon as we walked out the door a bucket of water was poured all over us. “FUCKING COLD!” I screamed out dancing around as Brian groaned.

“Mother fucker,” He shivered as he spoke, his words becoming shaky. We then heard laughter coming from the front of the bus and there stood Matt having his morning smoke.

“You asshole!” I flipped him off shivering.

“Payback’s a bitch sweetheart!” He smirked blowing me a kiss.

Brian chuckled, “That was clever, where’d you learn that from? The Parent Trap?”

“Fuck off Gates,” Matt huffed and I giggled seeing my brother get irritated. Brian smoked his cigarette and I stole a few drags when Matt wasn’t looking.

“Oh yeah, we’re sending that,” I told him smiling wide. He shook his head laughing.

I went inside and straight to my lap top, I opened up gmail and created a new e-mail address using a fake name. I sent it to Matt’s e-mail address having e-mailed myself the video from the phone. It took about 10 minutes to forward the e-mail making sure I removed every part of my e-mail address off of it.

I smirked and typed in the header box, “DUDE IS THIS YOUR SISTER?” and in the Message part I put “God damn this is so fucking sexy, I can’t wait til it hits all the porn channels.” I pressed send knowing that Matt would check his e-mail later on.

We rounded up the guys, waking them up for breakfast meetings with Larry, including itinerary schedule changes and of course the meeting with me to decide exactly what I wanted to do about Scott. I sighed as we made our way into the small restaurant. They gave us the back room with a long outstretched table. Larry sat at the end with Jimmy sitting at the opposite end facing him. On one side it went Matt, Simone, Zacky, Matt B. On the other it went Me, Brian, and Jason.

Larry went over a few things about the band schedule and we listened intently even though it really didn’t concern Simone or me. They had a few new interviews, a few added meet and greets, nothing new. However, when he brought up the M&G’s Larry cleared his throat, “Speaking of Meet and Greets, I received a very…uhh….concerning phone call that we may be up to our old tricks again?” He looked around pointedly at every person.

“What do you mean?” Jimmy asked smoothly not a hint of anything but innocence in his tone.

“Well it seems that there are pictures flying around that fans were allowed to spray down Matt with water guns filled with energy drinks. In fact, I got a call from the venue yesterday in Baton Rouge who said they had to clean up sticky stuff that smelled like Monster that had been ‘spilt’ all over the dressing room,” Larry again looked pointedly at each of us. Brian’s hand went to mine subtly and he smiled winking at me.

“Oh! Well Matt accidentally dumped his Monster all over him last night, he’s such a klutz,” Jimmy replied extremely animated.

Larry raised an eyebrow looking at Matt, “Is this true?”

“Er-yeah,” Matt lied, “I just got too excited, missed my mouth. Got it all over my clothes. The kids were able to spray me with water guns but it was filled with water. Sorry Larry, won’t happen again.”

Larry shook his head sighing, “You boys know the rules, we can’t have any more incidents like last years’ stink bombs.” He looked directly at Brian then at Jimmy.

Brian mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, “It wasn’t my fault”.

“But Lar-Bear! That last year was a mishap! It won’t happen again,” Jimmy exclaimed.

“NO Prank wars,” Larry pointed his finger at all of us. “None. Zippo. Pull the plug on whatever you got going.”

I slowly let out a breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding as the waitresses brought in our food. I heard my tummy growl, “Hungry Babe?” Brian chuckled smiling at me.

I giggled and nodded, excited for my waffles, “Starved.”

Once everyone had their food we all dug in, unfortunately two of our friends were soon gasping for air needing water. Someone had spiked their food with tabasco sauce. Larry reached for water coughing and choking. While Johnny gulped down as much as he could.

Everyone started laughing except Matt who looked horrified and I looked at him pointedly, “You alright big brother?” I smirked at him, knowing that he hadn’t meant for Larry’s to get spiked.

He blushed and nodded, “Yeah. Larry are you alright?” He asked, pretending to be concerned, asking for a glass of milk for him. Larry gratefully took it from the waitress and downed the contents of the glass.

“What the FUCK was that?” Larry coughed out finally able to speak.

“Someone spiked our food,” Johnny said trying to scrape his tongue. “I like spicy shit, but not that spicy.”

I laughed, knowing exactly who had done this and his name was Matthew Charles Sanders.

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