i will let you down, i will make you hurt.

Abigail shook her head and curled into his lap. She let the tears fall from her eyes, but never making a sound. She didn't feel like talking, she didn't feel like moving, she didn't feel like doing anything. She was giving up on trying to fight this, she knew it was inevitable.

Her phone beeped from the side of the bed. She didn't move, she just stared at it. She had a feeling it might be Brian, hopefully telling her that he got it.

---

"Of course!" He said, sitting up and looking at her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to without you. I just felt my high coming down." He cupped her cheek in his hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
"I love being high with you too. I feel like it's just me and you, no one else matters. I feel like, we connect on a different level." He said looking deep into her eyes. He kissed her lips softly. He couldn't help but think of how high he just sounded, but he didn't care, it was the truth.

Kristen laughed. "You sound so high," she said. "But you don't have to apologize, I know you probably needed it. And I'm fine with my wine for now." She took another sip as she leaned over against Zacky's shoulder. Once she'd finished her glass, she sat it aside before moving to sit in Zacky's lap.

Kristen kissed his lips softly. "I love you so much," she whispered. She placed her hands on either side of his neck, smiling softly. For some reason she was suddenly feeling really clingy and affectionate.

---

When Abigail's phone beeped, Matt reached over and grabbed it. He knew her passcode since he'd seen her put it in, so he unlocked the phone and read her message. "Brian said he's back," Matt told Abigail. "I'm gonna tell him to come up to the room." Matt typed out a message to Brian before setting Abigail's phone aside.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. "I gotta go let Brian in," Matt said, gently shifting Abigail from his lap. He went over to the door and opened it and Brian slipped him a bag through the crack. "Tell her she owes me two hundred and fifty bucks," he whispered.

"Thank you" She whispered as Matt texted Brian for her. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat and his breathing. She was almost asleep when she felt herself being moved. She laid on the bed and almost feel asleep again when she heard Brian's voice. She sat up a bit, scooting back against the headboard.

"Thank fuck." She said when Matt handed her the coke. She imeditally opened the bag and tasted it. She moaned, it tasted amazing. She scooped a bit onto her pinky before snorting it. She moaned again as she felt the burn in the back of her throat. She started to feel the rush of energy come back to her, but it wasn't enough.
"Hand me my purse please? I need a decent line."

---

Zacky groaned in pleasure as Kristen came and sat on his lap. He placed his hands on her bare hips and gripped them as she kissed him.
"I love you too, Kristen. More than you'd ever know." He ran his hands up and down her legs, stopping at her ass. He squeezed it before pulled her hips closer to his.
"I'm liking you wine drunk." He said as he slid his hands up her sides, stopping at her bra. He bit his lip as he tried to keep his erection at bay, which was hard to do.

Kristen giggled. "I'm not even drunk, I've only had one glass of wine," she said. She kissed Zacky again before wrapping her arms around his neck, laying her head over on his shoulder. She loved being this close to him.

"I'm gonna pour myself another glass of wine," Kristen said a few minutes later. Reluctantly, she peeled herself away from Zacky and rolled over to her side of the bed, pouring herself another glass.

---

"Yeah, sure," Matt said. He went over and grabbed Abigail's purse, handing it to her. Afterwards, he went over and fixed himself a drink, more whiskey than coke. He took a large sip, barely even noticing a burn. It honestly scared him a little, because when he'd first started drinking, whiskey burned like hell.

With his drink in hand, Matt went over to the bed. He sat the glass down on the bedside table before slipping his jeans off, leaving him in a shirt and boxers. He tossed the jeans over onto his bag and laid down.

Abigail quickly found a dollar bill, her foundation compact and her drivers license. She opened it and cleaned off the mirror. She scooped some coke onto the mirror and used her license to cut it down some more, making a fat line. She licked the end of the license before tossing it back in her purse. She rolled up the dollar bill and put one end in her nose. She lifted then mirror and took the line in one snort.

She smiled as she felt the familiar burn in the back of her nose, making her eyes water slightly. She licked the mirror, getting the last of the coke. She put everything back in her purse before crawling over Matt and grabbing his drink. She took a sip, getting rid of the taste of coke in the back of her mouth.
"I'm feeling better already. Thank you so much." She said, giving him a peck on the lips before sitting back down next to him.

---

"Then. I just like you." He said laughing. He was too high to know anything, let alone if she was buzzed or drink yet. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as she laid her head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the moment.

"Okay," he said lowly as he unwrapped his arms and let her go. He watched her bend over and pour herself a glass. He couldn't help but slap her perfectly round ass.

Kristen let out a quiet squeak when she felt Zacky's hand on her ass. "Hey, keep your hands to yourself," she warned teasingly, pointing a finger at him. With her glass of wine in hand, she moved to sit next to him, resting with her back against his chest. She took a sip of her wine.

"Because I bet it's not so fun when I'm the one who won't keep my hands to myself," Kristen said. With her free hand, she reached over and squeezed Zacky's thigh, barely hiding her smirk as she took another sip of her wine.

---

It was strange for Matt to watch Abigail snort cocaine; even though he still couldn't believe she did it, the way she did it made it seem like she'd been doing it for years. But then again, she probably had, to be withdrawing as badly as she just had been. Matt finished off what was left in his cup and got up to make himself another.

"Just be careful with that stuff, okay?" Matt said. He poured whiskey into the cup, nearly three-fourths of the way full. "I don't want anything like what happened the other day to happen again."

"I'll be fine Matt, don't worry." Abigail said as she started to feel normal again. She started to feel restless, she needed to do something. She got up from the bed, feeling the coke working at full speed now.

"Matt, can we go do something? I need to get out of here. I know you want to drink, so maybe bowling? Batting cages? I don't know, I just need to do something." She said as she got up and searched for her shoes, only finding her flip flops. She slipped them on before standing in front of the bed.
"I mean, you can stay here and drink if you want to, but I need to go do something."

---

"I was just getting you back from earlier," Zacky said as he wrapped his arms her waist as she leaned back against him. He felt her hand on his thigh and groaned. "Oh, I think it's just fine. Please, don't keep your hands to yourself." he growled into her ear. He kissed down her neck, stopping at her collarbone. He gently bit down and smirked.

"Because you know what I want," he whispered as he slid his hand up her stomach and gently squeezed her bra covered breast. "But two can play at this game." He said placing a kiss on her shoulder, putting his hand back to her waist and looking back at the TV.

"Well I feel like being mean, since somebody stole the last bite of my filet mignon earlier," Kristen said. She took another sip of her wine as she slid her hand up to Zacky's crotch, ghosting her hand over his before pulling away. She shot him a challenging smirk as she got off the bed. "I think I'm gonna go enjoy my glass of wine on the balcony," she said.

Kristen put her shirt on again before going out to the balcony. She loved messing with Zacky, because he was right, she knew what he wanted. But it wasn't any fun if she didn't make him work for it a little.

---

"Uh yeah, I guess we can go bowling," Matt said, watching Abigail put on a pair of flip flops. He stared down at his drink. With his vice of choice, he was more than content to spend the day laying around, drinking and watching TV. But Abigail wanted to go somewhere and so he would go with her, however begrudgingly.

"Let me put on some clothes," Matt said, getting up. "And finish this drink." It was still nearly full, but Matt took a deep breath and tipped the cup back, chugging the rest of the liquid.

Abigail clapped excitedly as Matt agreed to go bowling. She didn't want him drinking in the hotel all day, but she also didn't want to sit around. Not while she was high.

She double checked her purse while he got ready, making sure she had her coke, phone and hotel key card.
"Let's go!" She yelled, grabbing Matts hand and dragged him out of the room. She let go of Matts hand and began skipping down the hall, giggling the whole way to the elevator.

She pushed the button and waited, watching Matt slowly walk towards her. "Hurry up, Grandpa!" She yelled down to him.

---

"Hey, I told you I wanted a bite." He said laughing before he bit his lip as she ran her hand up his thigh again. He gripped her hip as she barely touched his crouch, then suddenly she stopped.
"Son of a bitch..." He said as she got up and walked away. He grabbed a pillow and put it over his face and groaned loudly. He took the pillow off and threw it at her as she walked out to the balcony.

He jumped out of bed and rushed out to the balcony with her. He grabbed her glass of wine, sitting it on the small table. He grabbed her waist and pushed her against the railing. He pressed his lips to hers, locking them in a passionate kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

"You still gonna hold out on me?" He asked as he pushed his hands under her shirt, running his hands up and down her sides.

"That depends, think you can get it up this time?" Kristen teased. She was glad they were several floors up, otherwise she night feel a little awkward about fooling around in broad daylight. But it wasn't like they were going to have sex out here, so it was okay. Kristen kissed Zacky again as she reached down between their bodies, touching him through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"When was the last time I went down on you, do you remember?" she asked. She was sure it had been awhile; Kristen had to really be in the mood to give a blowjob. But she knew Zacky enjoyed it, so she didn't mind doing it.

---

"Excuse you, I've had more to drink than you," Matt called back. The floor was kind of tripping him out, so he was taking it a little slow as he walked to the elevator. "And who the fuck are you calling grandpa, I'm only like four months older than you. Young lady." Outside, Matt hailed a cab and he and Abigail climbed inside, heading towards the nearest bowling alley.

"Okay, let's bowl like one game and then go back to the room, I'm still feeling lazy," Matt said as they walked into the bowling alley. He paid for their games and shoes and then followed Abigail over to their assigned lane.

"You just want to get drunk." She mumbled as she walked past him. She loved Matt, but sometimes it felt like he loved drinking over her.

She asked the man at the counter if they had socks, and he handed her a fresh pair. She thanked him and walked over to their lane. She picked out a ball, which was hot pink, and walked back over to the lane. She put her shoes on and stood up, grabbing her ball again.
She lined up her shot and let go, getting a strike.
"Haha, bitch!" She said clapping her hands and pointing at Matt.

---

"Oh, I'm sure of it." He said as she ran her hand down his chest and grabbing him through his boxers. He could feel himself grow hard as she spoke about a blowjob.
"It's been far too long. I think I'm due for one." He moaned as he felt her continue to stroke him. She rarely gave him one, but when she did, he just about died. The way she moved her mouth on him, sucked and nipped at his tip. He felt himself spring to life as he thought about it.

"Do you uh, wanna do something about the problem you have created?" He whispered, kissing her neck.

Kristen closed her eyes, letting her head fall back a little as Zacky kissed her neck. She tried to keep the rhythm with her hand, but it was becoming a little hard as she got distracted. "I dunno, I'm still feeling a little mean..." she said, smirking. "But...I guess I can help you out. We've gotta go inside first, though."

Kristen pulled away from Zacky, taking his hand and pulling him back inside. She didn't bother closing the curtains, no one could see them up here anyway. She tugged her shirt off again as she made her way over to the bed and then went to Zacky, sliding his boxers down his legs as she made him sit on the bed, dropping to her knees as he did.

---

"Of course, I wanna get drunk," Matt grumbled as he selected a ball. "Just like you wanted to get high all afternoon." He placed his ball in the little place for them and sat back while Abigail took her turn. "Alright, haha very funny," he said as he got to his feet. He grabbed his ball and moved up to take his turn.

"And ha ha to you," he said as he bowled his own strike. He was surprised he'd been able to do that, since he was pretty tipsy right now. "I'm gonna go to the food thing and get a beer," he said as Abigail went to take her next turn.

"Uh huh." She said as he told her he was getting a beer. He was right, she wanted to get high, but he was starting to get on her nerves. She never had a problem with him drinking, she encouraged it. She didn't know why she was in a bad mood, she was high.

She lined up her next shot and knocked half the pins down. While she waited for her ball to come back, she noticed a guy looking at her. He smiled at her and waved. She knotted her eyebrows together and gave him a small wave. He started to make his way towards her, she looked around for Matt and saw him at the food bar with his back towards her.

She ignored the guy and bowled, getting a spare.
"Nice shot." The guy said from behind her. She turned around and gave him a confused look. "Can I help you?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, what's your name?" He gave her a cocky smirk. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Get the fuck away from me. I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on sweetheart. I just wanna know your name." He said, reaching forward to touch her arm. She smacked it away and scowled at him.
"I said, get the fuck away from me."

---

Zacky moaned as Kristen slid his boxers down, releasing his erection. He ran a hand through her hair as she got on her knees. He watched her as she pumped him with one hand, and slide her other hand up his leg. He leaned back on both elbows, closed his eyes and relaxed his head back.
He loved that he was high while getting pleased, it made it feel ten times better.

Kristen moved her hand away from Zacky, leaning forward to take him into her mouth. The only reason she hardly went down on Zack was because it just felt way too submissive to Kristen. But she loved certain parts about it, like the sounds he made and the way he tangled his fingers in her hair.

---

"Thanks, man," Matt said. He grabbed the beer the man behind the counter handed him and turned around to head back to the lane. He frowned when he saw Abigail being bothered by some random guy. He hurried over and shoved the guy away from her. "Hey, why you don't you keep your fucking hands off my girlfriend?"

Abigail gave Matt a glare. She had it under control and didn't need him to act all macho. She didn't feel like saying anything about it yet.
"Sorry man. Thought she was single." He said with his hands up. He backed up and looked at her once last time, giving her a wink. She glared at this strange man before looking back at Matt.

---

Zacky moaned out loudly as she wrapped her lips around him. He tightened his grip on her hair, loving the way her mouth worked around his length. The mixture of the drugs and pure pleasure made his body feel like he was floating.
He felt himself get close and gently pulled her off.
"Sorry, I was gonna cum. I know you don't like the taste." He said before kissing her passionately.

Kristen smirked against Zacky's lips before moving away. "I actually don't mind the taste," she whispered. She reached down and started to stroke him with her hand. "But I don't mind finishing you off a different way." She kissed him again, only having to touch him for a short while before she felt him come into her hand. "Now, you know I like making you feel good, but you're gonna have to return the favor."

---

"What?" Matt asked, noticing the look Abigail was giving him. He twisted the top off the beer and took a sip. "You're seriously not mad at me, are you? I was just trying to help you. I'm not just gonna sit back and let some asshole touch all over my girlfriend." He sat his beer down andwent to grab his ball to take his turn. Not surprisingly, this time he wasn't so lucky.

"I had it under control Matthew. You don't always have to be a knight in shining fucking armor." She said before grabbing her purse and walking off towards the bathroom. She threw the door open before setting her purse on the counter. She pulled out her coke and dollar bill, formed a line on the counter and took it. She was mad at him, even though a part of her told her it was petty she couldn't help but feel mad.
She did one more line before heading back to the lane.

---

"Oh, not a problem." He said before wrapping his arms around her waist and flipped them around. He kissed down her chest and stomach. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of the boxers before slipping them down. He smirked against her skin as he felt goose bumps form on her legs.
He got on his knees in front of her before lifting her legs up, placing them on his shoulders. He gently kissed her warmth and flicked his tounge out, running it up her slit.

Kristen let out a soft moan. She loved having Zacky go down on her, because it always felt so amazing. "Shit, Zack," she mumbled. She reached down to tangle her fingers in his hair, pulling hard. She looked down at him. Kristen always loved the sight of Zacky between her legs.

---

"Seriously, where the fuck are you going?" Matt called after Abigail. He didn't know why he asked, he knew she was going to get high. He was starting to get pissed. She dragged him out of the hotel room so she could go bowling when he didn't want to, and now she was mad at him for defending her and was getting high in the bathroom.

Once Abigail got back to Matt she smiled at him, feeling the drugs kick in.
"I'm still pissed. But lucky for you, I'm high. Which means, I'm going to act like it didn't happen and enjoy bowling. And I swear to god, if you ruin my high, I will punch you."

She smirked at him before taking her turn. She felt like she did when she was going through withdraw, emotionally anyways. Her body buzzed, her head felt light. She felt happy, but at the same time she felt so much anger towards him.
She knew it wasn't that big of a deal, so she couldn't understand why she was so mad.
She shook her head before rolling the ball down the lane.

---

Zacky couldn't help but start to jerk himself off after Kristen moaned his name. He brought one arm up, wrapping it around her thigh and spreading her lips a bit more so he could get better access to her. His left hand started to stroke himself.
He looked up and saw her looking at him. He moaned against her, his mouth wrapped around her sensitive bud. He could feel himself getting close, but wanted her to come first.

Kristen closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as she pressed her hips up against Zacky's mouth. She knew he was touching himself and the thought was undeniably hot. "Fuck Zack, you're so good," Kristen said, almost whimpering. She could feel herself getting close, but she needed a little more to get her over the edge.

---

"Well I'm pissed too, and unfortunately for you, I'm not gonna act like it didn't happen," Matt said, frowning at Abigail. "I didn't fucking do anything wrong and there's no reason for you to be mad at me." He got to his feet. "You know what? I'm going to back to the hotel. Go ahead and punch me if you want, it wouldn't be the first time."