BRIAN

"Five beers and two vodka and cokes." I told the bartender, leaning back against the bar and surveying the club around me. It was a new club, not too big but that made it intimate. Marley had dragged us all out here for a night out. It wasn't a bad place.

The bartender set my drinks in front of me and I began pulling out my wallet. "All first orders are on the house tonight." He explained, moving onto the next order. I nodded and headed back to the guys, smiling. I set the tray down on the table, grabbed my beer and moved out of the way as everyone dived in for their own drinks.

We were all sat in a booth next to the dance floor. All of us were present except Jimmy, who had gone to finish some important work as he had said.

Music was blasting from the speakers and I could see Marley from the corner of my eyes, sitting next to Val at the table and laughing at something Matt had said. I slid into the side opposite them to see her better. A few minutes later, a dark haired girl snuck up behind Marley and tapped her on the shoulder.

Marley glanced over her shoulder at the newcomer and squealed. She scrambled over Matt to get out of the booth and I raised an eyebrow. As they both began talking, I looked curiously at Matt and Zacky who were sniggering. Eventually the two girls stopped chatting and turned to face us. The new girls slung her arm over Marley's shoulder and grinned as she took us in.

"So which one did you flash Marls?" Marley just groaned and covered her face in embarrassment. Everyone at the table laughed and I smirked at Marley before saying, "That would be me."

"You guys are never going to let me forget that are you?" Marley mumbled, her cheeks still bright red. Pretty much the whole table shook their heads. "Nope," Zacky answered with a grin. "It'll be in my best man speech when the two of you get married." Simultaneously, we both glared at him.

Johnny, on the other hand, looked incredulous. "And what makes you think you're gonna be the best man when they get married?" Marley's glare turned into a look of disbelief as the two began to bicker over who would be my best man when, not if, we got married.

"Excuse me," Interjected the new girl. "but surely they need to date before they get married." Matt laughed before answering, "You've not been around them for a long time, Hilary. The constant bickering is clearly sexual tension between them. It'll end up boiling over time and turn into love, eventually they'll realize it and date, and inevitably marry."

Marley's jaw dropped at her brother's speech and she glared at him. Val chose that moment to make her move, squeezing quickly out of the table. She grabbed both Marley and Hilary by their elbow, stirring them to the dance floor. "Let's go dance before Marley does something stupid, like kill my boyfriend." Val spoke.

Finally realizing who the new girl was, I watched them go. Hilary Levesque had been Marley's best friend since kindergarten. This was the first time I'd ever met her. I hope she wasn't as stubborn as Marley. Hilary was taller than Marley by a couple of inches, her hair was dark brown and much shorter than Marley's. She had heavy eyeliner on which made her blue grey eyes stand out from her outfit.

A red skinny jeans and a low cut off the shoulder black t shirt. She was obviously confident in her body and was good looking, but she had nothing on Marley.

Marley was in a pair of denim shorts and a Guns N Roses t shirt. She had lightly curled her long brown hair so that it hung in loose ringlet waves. She looked fucking beautiful. Next to me, Zacky elbowed me in the ribs. "Quit staring at her and go dance." I gave him a look before saying, "Because that would go down like a hurricane."

He smirked mischievously, "Not if she doesn't know who she's dancing with." I thought about that for a while, before pushing to my feet and heading off to the dance crowd. Marley was dancing by herself while Val and Hilary must've gone to get a drink.

I caught her hips from behind and pulled her against my body. She didn't look back, just enjoyed the feeling of moving in time to the beat with someone else. Someone strange. After watching Marley for more than five years in clubs like this, I realized it was almost an addiction to her.

She was always a total flirt with the guys, loved to dance with them, tease them. But in the end she never left with any of them. Yeah, well, except that one time with her now ex boyfriend Jared.

We danced like that for a couple of songs, close and intimate before she decided to turn around and see the face of the stranger she was dancing with. Only that it wasn't a stranger she came to face with. It was me. She frowned at me, probably not liking the way she was dancing with me seconds ago.

She went to shout over the music but I saw the movement and cut her off, with my lips. The kiss was rough, full of need and desire. I pulled her closer and felt her soft lips against mine. Swallowing back her whimpers, she tried to push me back but I stood my ground. I licked her bottom lip, seeking entrance and she unconsciously moaned.

Marley finally found the power to step back and glared at me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She yelled over the pounding of the bass. I didn't reply, just stood there and stared into her eyes. She turned to walk away and tried to get back to the others. My hand closed around her wrist, pulling her back.

"Marley, wait." She whirled back to face me, a glare still on her face. My grip was tight on her. "Let go." She said in a dangerously low tone but I didn't. By now we were attracting attention. A guy next to us looked between Marley and I, before glaring at me.

"I believe that the lady asked you to let her go." My eyes were still locked with Marley's and I knew she didn't wanna create a scene. I released her wrist reluctantly and turned, pushing through the crowd. I leaned against the cool brick of the alleyway next to the club, my eyes closed.

I could still feel her lips against mine, still taste her. I had no idea what had possessed me to kiss her. But I couldn't bring myself to fully regret it either. The door to the club banged open but I didn't move, didn't open my eyes. I didn't care who it was.

A familiar frustrated snarl came from round the corner and my eyes flew open. "Come on, Marley, pull yourself together!" I risked a look round the corner. She was pacing back and forth before she growled again and kicked the door. I pulled back as she started to walk towards me, and smirked.

It was nice to know I had an effect on her, even if it wasn't necessarily the one I wanted. The door banged open again but I didn't look. I didn't want her to notice me.

"Marley, honey what's wrong?" Hilary's voice filled my ears. Marley didn't reply, I could just imagine her shaking her head as she searched for the words. "Come on M, you can talk to us." Val's voice was soft and calm.

"Brian kissed me." Her voice was hoarse, as if she couldn't believe what she was saying. The others were quiet for a while. "You didn't kiss back did you?" Val asked quietly but Marley didn't reply. I imagined she shook her head. "Then what's the problem?" Hilary's question was softly asked.

And once again, Marley didn't reply. "Oh Marls." Hilary whispered. I couldn't help but peek around the corner to see Hilary hugging her.

"Come on, you look like you need a drink." Val commented, leading them both to the club. I sighed, leaning back against the wall. I knew Marley's lack of answer meant something. I knew I should go back into the club and talk to her, explain. But I just couldn't force myself to move.

I, Synyster Gates, was too chicken.

Notes

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