When I Was Your Man

Matt's head was pounding. He was lying in the middle of the double bed with his limbs twisted painfully. How did I manage to sleep like this, he wondered as he pulled his head from between the two mattresses and rubbed his sore shoulder.

He sat up and yawned. What the fuck happened yesterday? Why am I still wearing my flannel? Matt let his head fall back down onto the pillow.
He regretted that he remembered everything about the previous night after a short time. His sheets still smelled like Karma, and he found two long blond hairs on her side.

She's so gonna hate me today, Matt thought with a frown. I wasn't supposed to let that happen. I should have never taken it this far.

For some minutes he tried to think about ways to prolong this wait on another fight. Seeing as Karma was asleep in the guest room, playing dead was the only available option. While Matt thought it was a perfectly fine way to avoid their conversation, he knew he couldn't just do it. He was an adult, after all. He needed to take the consequence of his actions.

For a second, Matt allowed himself to think back to the previous night's events. His heart jumped at the thought of that kiss on his terrace, which Karma somehow declared her dance floor.

He managed to pull away but Karma had other plans. She kissed him again and it quickly turned into a make-out session. Glad he still worked out on the regular, he lifted her up and carried her upstairs. He was beyond ready to do this.

They made out some more in his bed but unfortunately, it seemed to sober him up. Before anything more could happen, he pulled away and offered her the guest room. She was far too drunk to drive.

Now awake, Matt felt like he had taken advantage of her. I wasn't that drunk, his guilty conscience told him. Sure, it was her who started it all. But I could have pushed her away...
He sighed once more, then slid off his open flannel. His mouth felt gross since he did not brush his teeth the day before. After a quick shower and taking care of his teeth, Matt braced to face the unavoidable.

I should get dressed. If I go there in nothing but my boxers she'll probably get the wrong idea. After putting on shorts and some t-shirt, he was finally ready.

He knocked twice, then turned the knob. "Karma?" he called out at a low volume. Somehow he hoped she was still asleep. In another life, he thought with a wary smile as he slowly opened the door, he would wake her up with pancakes and coffee, and then he'd kiss her and she'd smile into the kiss. But in this life, Karma was awake. And dressed.

It was strange to see her without any makeup or perfectly made hair. Even in hangover mode she looked beautiful to Matt. It was then when he saw her that he noticed it changed everything. He'd hoped it wouldn't. But his feelings were way too strong. It was the stupidest mistake ever, how am I going to get her out of my head now? He sighed silently.

"Hey there," Matt said. He immediately wanted to punch himself. That was stupid to say, he thought, remembering all the times he said that to her sweaty body after a session of hot and steamy sex.

"What the fuck, Matt?" She glared at him. This is gonna be even worse than I thought.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It was you who started it," Matt retorted immediately in defense mode. As if that makes it any better.

"You could have stopped before-" He cut her off. "Oh really? I could have stopped before you kissed me out of fucking nowhere?" It was a lie. Matt saw it coming and secretly hoped for it. That was why he joined her dance in the first place. He was certain he knew it.
"No, but..."

Again, Karma was cut off. But not by Matt.

SHIT. Brian.

"Dude are you up there? I said I'm sorry for your couch!" Matt and Karma's eyes met. They nodded in a silent agreement. Brian couldn't find out. He'd just think God knows what.
"I'll settle this," Matt whispered, and Karma nodded. Quickly, Matt pulled off his shirt and pants.

Her gaze lingered on him. "What the fuck does stripping down have to do with settling this?"
"Bri knows I'd never be dressed before 12 when I'm hungover." In his boxers, Matt walked out of the guest room, expecting to talk to Brian downstairs.

But said Brian was just walking up the stairs. "Dude, you slept in your guest room?" Brian laughed, and Matt decided it was best to go along with it.

"Yeah man, I woke up there and I don't even remember where I went. At this point I'm afraid to go into my room, I think I might have thrown up in there or something." He stifled a laugh. It sounded nervous.

Brian laughed again. Matt was glad he seemed to be buying it. "Did K leave her car here?" Shit. The car. Matt nodded. I could just say she slept over in my guest room, which wouldn't even be a lie... If it wasn't for me walking out of that goddamned room naked...

"Cool, I could drive it over to hers," Brian suggested, "the key is still downstairs. And I came with Zack so I'd have to walk anyway..."
Oh no. Oh God what do I say? She's not even home...

"Uh, she might be still asleep dude," Matt said, sounding lame. "Oh yeah? I'll call her." Fuck.
"You'll just wake her up," he protested weakly. "Oh well, it's 11.30 already, time to wake up even for Miss," Brian said with a grin.

There was nothing Matt could do to keep Brian from dialing Karma's number.

There was no way to stop the phone from ringing. Right inside the guest room. Right where Matt had come out in just his boxers.

"What the fuck's going on here?" Brian said with a harsh expression. He barged into the bedroom. Matt's clothes shattered around did not help clear up the illusion.
"Brian! It's not what it looks like," Karma said sounding like a total retard. "It sure as hell isn't," Syn spat.

"It's really not what you think it is," Matt tried to back her up. This looks so much worse than it was! Fuck my life. Seriously. I'm done.

"You do know that we just decided to reform the band you two guys broke up in the first place! But entertain me. Please. What the fuck happened that is not what it looks like right now?" Brian glared at both of them.

While Matt's brain feverishly searched for a way to clear it up without mentioning their make out session, the guilty conscience struck again.

Brian's right. We broke Avenged, and we can never be more than bandmates again.

Notes

Brian's mad, Karma's fucking furious... Yep, not the best situation ever, right?

What do you think will happen?

Have a nice weekend my loves :*