My Story Ends Not Far From Where It Started

Rosalie shivered against the cold as they waited for the cab, sliding in next when he ushered her into the cab and cuddling against his side for warmth as they rode to the bar. She followed Zacky into the bar, glad to be out of the cold, and brushed the snow from her hair as they sat down at the table. "I'll take a shot of Jack and a Long Island iced tea," Rosalie answered when Zacky asked what she wanted to drink. She barely noticed that he'd called her babe; over the past few week or so, she'd grown so used to the affection that she almost didn't even notice.

"Ooh, are we going to do the shots game again?" Jimmy asked excitedly?

"I thought you wanted to get laid?" Rosalie teased. "And I hate to tell you this, but no girl is going to want you if you've got whiskey dick."

"Well the first you fucked Zack he'd had like ten shots!" Jimmy exclaimed.

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At the bar, Matt climbed out of the cab, jumping and moving away when he felt Leanne's cold hands on his neck. It was a short walk to the bar but a slick one, and it was pretty funny to watch as everyone struggled to make their way inside. "I'll try my hardest to keep you from falling," Matt promised, grinning at Leanne. He slowed to her pace as she gripped onto his bicep, leading her to the table once they were inside. Not surprisingly, it was only him, Leanne, Zacky, and Rosalie at the table, since Jimmy, Johnny, and Brian were out looking for women. "I'm going to go to the bar," Matt announced. He looked to Leanne. "You want anything, sweetheart?"

Zacky nodded at her, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the lips and then walked off with Matt, who seemed to be going and getting drinks for him and Leanne. He looked over at his friend, a small smile on his face. When they approached the bar, Zacky leaned over the counter. As he waited for the bar tender he looked around a bit, noticing how many people were out that night. Considering the storm that seemed to be approaching, he thought it would be more empty. After a moment he looked over at Matt. “You and Leanne seem to be hitting it off pretty damn well, man. You gonna make her your girl or are you just dicking around?”

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Leanne placed her elbows on the table, looking around. She hadn’t really been left alone with anyone but Matt, and she didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. It wasn’t that she was afraid to talk to anyone else by any means, she was still just learning her place within the group. She smiled at Rosalie, “I’m really glad to see you and Zacky working things out. You guys seem really good together.”

Rosalie looked over at Leanne when she spoke, not able to help the very slight smile that crept onto her face. Why did hearing that she and Zacky were good together make her happy? They were just sleeping together...right? That had been the original intention when they'd started this, but now Rosalie wasn't so sure. Zacky was so affectionate with her, and the last time Rosalie checked, fuck buddies weren't affectionate. "Uh thanks, I guess," Rosalie said to Leanne, laughing at her awkward response. "I'm not exactly sure about that together part, but whatever we are, it's better than what we used to be. You and Matt seem like you're getting along pretty well, too. I bet he'll ask you out any day now. And Matt likes to spoil his girls."

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At the bar, Matt leaned against the counter, flagging down the bartender with his hand. He placed his and Leanne's drink orders before letting Zacky do the same for himself and Rosalie. "No, I'm not just dicking around," Matt told the guitarist. "And I'm going to ask her out, I'm just waiting for the right time. I like her, she's great, but I don't want to rush into things and scare her off or anything. Speaking of dicking around, I know you're still fucked up about what happened with Gena, but I know you like Rosalie, more than just as a friend with benefits. Don't even lie Zack, I'm not stupid. So if you want me to make a move on Leanne, you've got to do the same for Rosalie."

Zacky couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped from his lips. Slowing things down was generally not Matt Sanders M.O. He raised an eyebrow at his friend, "So this one you don't want to rush in to?" Zacky shot Matt a joking smirk before continuing to speak, "And I do plan on making a move with Rosalie. It's different for her and I tho. Not even two weeks ago we all but fucking hated each other, Matt. Kinda want to let the dust settle before we jump into anything serious."

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Leanne smiled, a small blush forming on her face whenever Rosalie started talking about her and Matt. Even though it had only been a couple weeks, Leanne was growing more and more confident with each passing day that she wanted to have a relationship with Matt. She scrunched her nose at Rosalie, trying to play it off. "I mean, I'm not holding my breath. I'm not one to keep my hopes up for something. But I do hope it happens."

"Oh it'll happen, I promise," Rosalie assured Leanne. She glanced over at the bar, where Matt and Zacky appeared to be deep in conversation. "Matt's just a little dense sometimes. Just drop him a couple of subtle hints and it'll happen." She had absolutely no doubt that Matt would formally ask Leanne out very soon. And thinking about it made Rosalie wonder what it would be like to have a relationship with Zacky. She'd never had an actual boyfriend in her entire life and the last person she ever thought she'd be with was Zacky, but somehow the idea didn't disgust her as much as it used to. "Damn, those boys need to hurry up with our drinks!" Rosalie shouted. "We've been here for like fifteen minutes and I haven't had a single drink."

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"I've never rushed in to any relationship," Matt said hotly. He didn't know where Zacky was getting this idea that he liked to move quickly, but it was all wrong. "I don't see how it's any different. Yeah, you and Rosalie used to fucking hate each other, but Leanne and I have only known each other for like two months. From a relationship stand point, we're basically starting from the same place." Finally, the bartender reappeared with all of their drinks and Matt picked up his and Leanne's before starting back towards the table. "We'll probably be snowed in for a few days with this storm coming in, so I'm sure that'll give me the perfect opportunity to make an actual move with Leanne."

Zacky rolled his eyes once more at his friend. He decided that continuing the conversation probably wouldn’t be a good idea. He didn’t want to get his feathers so ruffled that it was going to put a damper on their night. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed Rosalie and his drinks, following Matt back to the table. They approached the table just in time to hear Rosalie shouting about the drinks, causing a loud laugh to erupt from his mouth. He sat the drink down in front of Rosalie, still chuckling as he slid into the seat next to her. “Don’t worry Princess, the drinks have finally arrived.”

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Leanne smiled at Rosalie’s comments. In all honesty it gave her another confidence boost knowing that someone else could see what was going on as well. It made her feel more solidified in her feelings. She nodded her head along with her words, and then a laugh bubbled from her lips as Rosalie began shouting. She thought the fellow red head sitting in front of her was hilarious, and part of her wished they could become better friends. She smiled as Matt placed a drink in front of her before he sat down. “Thank you,” she murmured.

"Well jeez, it took you guys long enough," Rosalie shot back playfully, rolling her eyes as she reached for the shot glass. She pressed the glass to her lips and tipped it back, shuddering slightly as the whiskey burned its way down her throat. "Man, that always takes a little getting used to," she said. A few more of those and she would be well on her way to being drunk, yet another reason she hoped they wouldn't have to get up and travel the next day. "You know, when I get drunk, I usually get a little frisky," Rosalie whispered to Zacky, smirking as she took a sip of her Long Island iced tea. "But I'm sure you remember that."

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Matt slid Leanne's drink to her before sitting down and popping the top off of his beer. "There you go, sweetheart," he said. He fixed a teasing glare on Rosalie. "Sorry they took so long." Matt tossed his arm over Leanne's shoulder, pulling her closer to him as he raised his beer bottle to his lips. "How lucky do you think the other guys will get?" Matt asked, mostly to Leanne but to the others as well. "I'm sure Brian will, he's a little manwhore. Jimmy might, and Johnny probably won't. Poor guy, he always has issues." Matt chucked, taking another sip of his beer before setting the bottle down on the table. He turned his head, pressing his lips to Leanne's temple. "But then again, I don't really care if they get lucky, because I'm sure I will."

Zacky grinned goofily at her, sipping at his drink after taking a shot. He let his hand wander down to her thigh, where he gave her a light squeeze. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. Things this tour were good. Everyone seemed to be in a good place, there wasn’t a lot of arguing, and they all seemed to be having a genuinely good time. He reached over, grabbing Rosalie’s chin lightly to turn her face to him. He gave her a light kiss on the lips and smirked as he released her, “You’re just frisky in general it seems.”

He looked over at Matt, raising his eyebrows. He scanned the bar as he looked for the other three, “Well I don’t spot them so it is either going really well or really bad.”

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Leanne took her drink graciously, pressing the cool glass to her lips as she took a sip. She instinctively scooted closer to Matt as he wrapped his arm around her. She enjoyed being close to him—which was weird because she generally wasn’t a super touchy-feely person. She laughed at his remark, looking up at him with a smirk. “How are you so sure of that anyways?”

"You're right there, I guess," Rosalie said, smirking back at Zacky. She was always a pretty physical person, but the alcohol just brought it out of her even more. She slurped down her drink, barely listening to Matt and Zacky as they discussed whether or not the other three guys would get laid tonight. Honestly, Rosalie hoped they would, because maybe then they'd get off of her and Zack's backs. "I'm going to go over to the bar and get another drink," Rosalie said to Zacky, gesturing at her empty glass. She got to her feet and went over to the bar, leaning against the counter as she ordered herself another Long Island iced tea. She could feel someone looking at her and that feeling was confirmed when a guy squeezed in next to her at the bar.

"You should let me buy you a drink," he said, grinning at her.

"Thanks, but I'm good," Rosalie said, hoping to be as dismissive as possible. Normally she might take him up on his offer, but she had Zacky to take to bed, she didn't need anybody else.

Her eyes widened when she felt the guy's hand grip her elbow. "I wasn't really asking," he hissed.

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"Because, would you really turn down a chance to get with all of this?" Matt asked, smirking as he gestured to himself. "I mean, you already have once before, surely you've got to be wanting more. I know I'd like to get another taste of you," Matt whispered, leaning down so that he could speak into her ear. "Maybe literally, who knows." Matt enjoyed having someone to flirt with again, it was one of the reasons he preferred relationships over quick flings. But he knew that he needed to hurry and make things exclusive between himself and Leanne, even if he was a little nervous about getting into another relationship. But he did really like the guitar tech, and Zacky was right, they had been getting along pretty well lately. And she was very attractive to boot, it was a win-win situation.

@ Holden Caulfield.

Not sure if I did this or not

Zacky sat around for a minute laughing and talking with Leanne and Matt. Before long he noticed that Rosalie still hadn’t made her way back to the table, which was pretty unusual for her trips to the bar. He looked around for a moment, trying to spot her. It wasn’t until his eyes landed on the predicament she had gotten into did his blood start to boil. He mumbled a small “I’ll be back,” before getting up and storming away from the small booth. He weaved his way in and out of people until he finally reached her. He stuck his arm out, grabbing the guy by the forearm, and ripped his hand off of Rosalie.

“Is there a fucking problem here?” He said coldly. He looked to Rosalie, and in a softer voice, he asked, “Are you okay? Did he do anything?”

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After Zacky stalked off, Leanne leaned up and reach out with her hand to grab Matt by the back of the neck. She pulled him towards her, barely brushing her lips against his and whispered. “Better be literally, you don’t joke around about things like that.”

She pulled back and smirked at him, trailing her hand down his thigh, dangerously close to his groin which she gave a quick squeeze. She smirked innocently at him before turning her attention back towards her drink.

Panic skittered up Rosalie's spine. It had been awhile since she'd had a guy get angry with her because she'd rejected him. "Let me go!" she shouted, trying to pry his arm away. Suddenly Zacky was beside her and she felt the guy's hand being ripped away; she cowered behind Zacky, shaking her head when she spoke to her. "I-I'm fine," Rosalie sputtered. "Just a little shaken--"

"Yeah actually, there is a fucking problem here," the guy growled, cutting her off. "The problem is that you don't need to be sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Everything was perfectly fine here before you came barging in." Rosalie's stomach started to sink. She just wanted to have a good time tonight, not have to stop Zacky from getting into a bar fight.

"Come on Zack, let's go," Rosalie said softly, laying her hand on his elbow.

"Oh, so you won't let me buy you a drink but you'll run off with this guy?" her harasser asked. "Fucking slut."

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Matt watched at Zacky stormed off, raising an eyebrow as he weaved through the crowd. But he didn't get to see where the guitarist went, because suddenly he was being pulled towards Leanne, close enough that she was practically kissing him. He opened his mouth to respond to her after she spoke, but he was distracted by her hand on his thigh. He sucked in a breath as her hand slipped closer to his crotch, letting it out in a low sort of growl when she gave him a squeeze. Making sure that he wasn't going to make her spill her drink, Matt pulled her back over to him, pressing his lips to her ear. "Watch yourself, little girl," he teased, walking his fingers up her thigh. "I don't like to be teased. When you tease me, it makes me get a little...rough. And I'm not sure you'll like that." Matt paused, slipping his hand between Leanne's legs. "Then again, maybe you will."

All Zacky saw was red. The way the sleaze in front of him was eying Rosalie made him sick, furious, enraged. He couldn’t help himself when he took a step forward, practically coming nose to nose with the man in front of him, “Listen, and you better fucking listen well you prick,” he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the guy’s shirt. “First off she’s not a slut. Secondly, she’s my fucking girlfriend so of course she is going to go off with me.” He stepped back from him, his eyes still clouded with anger. “So I suggest you get the fuck out of here.”

Had he really said that? Girlfriend? Didn’t matter at this point, Zacky just wanted to make sure that Rosalie was okay. He turned to her, concern still etched onto his face. He reached out, grasping her arm gently. “Are you sure you are okay? That guy was a total fucking creep. I’m not gonna be able to let you out of my sight, am I?”

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Leanne sucked in a breath, her hand shooting down to lay on top of his. She shot him a wicked grin, biting her bottom lip. “Well let’s not get to ahead of ourselves.” To be completely honest, Leanne couldn’t wait to get the singer alone. It was hard for her to focus on most things with the man around. Even during shows she would stare and catch herself, and try to quickly catch up on the things she was doing. She was trying to not to face the music—she was falling fast.

Rosalie's stomach sank when the guy continued to speak, and her hand slipped off of Zacky's elbow as he stepped forward. She just hoped he didn't throw a punch, because she didn't want him to get into a fight or possibly have to spend the night in jail. Her eyes widened when she heard Zacky call her his girlfriend, and she was so distracted that she hardly heard him as he tried to comfort her. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Rosalie mumbled, assuring him. She slipped her arms around his torso and pressed her face into his chest, her mind still whirling. Zacky called her his girlfriend. Did he really mean that? Or was he just saying it to make that guy go away? Rosalie would definitely have to ask him about that later when they got back to the hotel room. "Let's go sit down, okay?" she suggested, finally looking up at Zacky. She grabbed her drink from the counter and reached for his hand, leading him back towards Matt and Leanne. She was sure that wouldn't leave his side for the rest of the night, not with how shaken up she was. She hated when guys got like that.

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"I'm not getting ahead of myself, I'm just going with the flow of things," Matt replied, matching her wicked grin. He gave her a little wink before he leaned in to kiss her, glad that Zacky had stepped away for whatever reason so that they could have just a tad bit of privacy. But soon enough Zacky and Rosalie were back, and Matt reluctantly pulled away from Leanne. "Alright, since you guys are back, why don't we do a few rounds of shots?" Matt suggested. With the rest of the guys still off looking for some poor girl to take to bed, they were probably going to be awhile. "We could even play some lame game if we wanted, we've got a lot of time to kill. Although we should probably keep an eye on the weather, I don't want to get stuck here. I'd rather be stuck at the hotel where I can lay in bed and cuddle with my pretty little lady. Among other things," he added, whispering the last bit in Leanne's ear.

Zacky was still really flustered when they got back to the table. The mention of taking shots was a relief to him. He reached out and grabbed one, immediately downing it. His actions caused him a weird look from Matt that he just shrugged off. He wrapped his arm loosely around Rosalie. “What kind of game were you thinking?”

Zacky’s eyes drifted back over towards the bar where the encounter had just occurred. His mind was still reeling. Had he really referred to Rosalie as his girlfriend? Did he mean it? Part of him did, he really did. But he definitely wasn’t sure where Rosalie stood on the issue. He made a mental note to bring it up later on.

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Leanne blushed furiously when Matt leaned down and whispered in her ear. How did he have this effect on her? Either way, she still enjoyed it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw how tense Rosalie and Zacky were. She didn’t want them to have a bad night, it was obvious that something had happened. She looked up towards Matt, “Why don’t we play never have I ever?” She suggested. “Okay, okay. Everyone hold your hands up and I’ll start. If you have done what I say you have to put a finger down and drink.”

She thought long and hard before she said with a smirk, “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

When Matt suggested that they take shots, Rosalie agreed pretty eagerly. She was still a little tense and shaken up from what had happened at the bar, and besides that, she was still thinking about how Zacky had called her his girlfriend. So she needed a drink. To make things easier, they just asked for an entire bottle of Jack Daniels and four shot glasses. Rosalie poured herself a shot and slammed it back, laughing softly when Leanne suggested that they play never have I ever. She always lost this game because well, she was a slut. Rosalie held up her hand when Leanne instructed, tucking her thumb against her palm when the other redhead started the game. Rosalie looked around, groaning when she noticed that no one else had put down a finger. "Oh come on, are you kidding me?" she asked. She laughed. "Man, I guess I'm more of a slut than I thought. Okay anyway, never have I ever...sent a nude picture."

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Matt poured a round of shots when everyone agreed, raising an eyebrow at Zacky when the guitarist immediately took one. Something must've happened at the bar, because he and Rosalie both seemed a little tense. Matt sat the bottle in the center of the table, in easy reach of everyone, nodding his head when Leanne suggested never have I ever. He hadn't played that game in years, so it should be interesting now that he had quite a bit more experience under his belt. He didn't lower a finger at Leanne's statement, but had to at Rosalie's. "I was in a relationship for six years!" he exclaimed, noticing everyone looking at him a bit strangely. "And it wasn't really a nude picture, just a picture of my um, you know." He gestured down at his crotch before reaching for the whiskey bottle to pour himself another shot. "Zack, your turn."

Zacky grinned at the red head sitting next to him. He leaned in close to her ear, "We could change that whole no nude policy." He pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. He took a swig of his beer as he thought of a good question to ask. There wasn't a whole lot that the guitarist hadn't done, so not only was he having a hard time asking questions but he knew he would probably get shit faced pretty quick. "God, I don't fucking know. Uhm," he sighed once more. "Okay, okay. Never have I ever... had sex in public." Zacky looked around waiting for the others to show signs.

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Leanne's eyes widened at Zacky's question. "Shit," she mumbled as she tucked a finger down. "Shot please."

Leanne laughed as Matt poured her a shot, his questioning eyes prodding her. "It's actually how I lost my virginity. In a mall when I was seventeen." She wiggles her eyebrows playfully at him. "What?" She laughed when he continued to look at her.

Rosalie smirked when she heard Zacky whisper in her ear. She'd never sent a nude picture before because she'd only ever had one-night stands and she wasn't about to send those kinds of pictures to a stranger. But she had no problem sending them to Zacky. "We certainly can," Rosalie whispered back to Zacky. "Just let me know when you want one and I'll send you one." Rosalie waited for Zacky to come up with a question, rolling her eyes as she tucked down a second finger. She poured herself another shot, which she held out to Leanne. "Looks like us girls are more adventurous than these so-called rockstars," she teased. "Time to step up your games, boys."

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Matt raised an eyebrow as he poured Leanne a shot. She had sex in public? He couldn't believe it. Looking at her, she seemed so innocent. Her explanation only surprised him more, and he continued to look at her curiously. "You lost your virginity in a mall?" he asked. "I just want to know how that happened. Like was it a dare? I just can't see you doing that, you seem so innocent, even if I obviously know you're not." All this told him was that there was a lot he didn't know about Leanne, and now Matt was immensely curious about the tech. After Leanne and Rosalie had taken their shots, Matt drummed his fingers on the table, trying to think of a question. "Hmm let's see...never have I ever recorded myself having sex with anyone."

Zacky grinned and leaned in towards Rosalie once more to whisper in her ear again, “Maybe I should just take the pictures?” He thought it was a great idea, to be quite honest. He kissed her cheek and pulled back. He laughed as he noticed that Leanne was the only one who put her finger down for Matt’s question. “Wow, seriously?” he looked over towards Rosalie, “That could be another thing we change.” Zacky was growing more and more flirtatious as the alcohol wore on, and his emotions were still running high from what happened previously.

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Leanne sheepishly smiled as she placed another finger down, “Dammit I should have picked this game.” She reached out and poured herself another shot. She could feel Matt’s eyes burning a hole in the side of her face, but she decided to ignore it as she took the shot. She grimaced a moment before setting the empty glass down in front of her. “Hmmm,” she hummed as she thought up another question. “Never have I ever had a one night stand.”

Rosalie smirked at Zacky's next comment. "Well we'll probably have a few days because of this snowstorm, maybe we can arrange our own little photoshoot," she whispered, creeping her hand up his thigh. She liked him like this, all tipsy and flirtatious. "We'll change whatever you want to change, baby." She was a little shocked to see Leanne put down a finger for Matt's question. Even Rosalie hadn't let anyone record her, but then again, she'd never been in an actual relationship. And like the pictures, she wasn't about to let a stranger record her. Rosalie grinned at Leanne's question, tucking a third finger down. Looking around, she realized that she was losing, although Leanne was only one finger behind her. "Jesus Christ, all this game does is make me realize how big of a slut I am," she laughed, taking a shot. She drummed her fingers on the table as she thought of a question. "Hmm, never have I ever...injured myself while having sex."

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When Leanne lowered a finger for his question, Matt was even more surprised. Where the hell had she been hiding this side of herself? Because to him she just seemed like this innocent little thing. And now he was just immensely curious and he hoped the snowstorm would give them a chance to explore things. Not surprisingly, everyone lowered a finger at Leanne's question, and Matt had to lower one at Rosalie's as well. He pointed a finger at her as he took a shot. He knew she'd said that as a jab at him, and the smirk on her face only confirmed that. "That's not fair," he said. "No personal attacks." So far, Zacky was winning, with only one finger. He and Leanne each had two piece, and Rosalie had three. Matt glanced at Zacky to let him know it was his turn before he turned to press his lips to Leanne's ear. "So...any chance you'll let me bring the camera out next time?" he asked.