You're Not Alone.

"We're going shopping for food. You coming Marie?"

I looked up from the book in my hands "Like... leaving the bus, leaving?" I asked.

"No, we're shopping from here." Ali rolled her eyes "Take that as a no."

"Exactly. I could use some therapy."

She tapped her nose before she left, I tapped mine back before they disappeared and ran towards the stereo system of the bus, plugging in my Ipod and scrolling through to select a playlist. My therapy was music. Ali would know to keep the guys out of the bus for a few hours at least.

mhmmm mhm mhm!
Let me talk to her! Let me talk to her... Shorty had them apple bottom jeans! Boots with the fur! The whole club was looking at her! Hey! She hit the floor, next thing you know, shorty got low low low low low low low!

I cranked up the system and let my hair out, dancing as crazy as I possibly could around the bus. I jogged to the bunks and took off my tank top and put on a wife-beater from John's bag, and one of my Thug swaetshirts I had bought for such occasions as this. I took a pair of booty shorts out of my 'personal' bag and stripped off my jeans. I put them on and slid my feet into a pair of UGGS that I brought.. again, for this reason only.

I let out a laugh and ran up to the front of the bus, turning the song on repeat and jogged to the bathroom. I danced in the mirror and applied my makeup, eyeliner outlining my eyes, overly glossy lipglos, and I grabbed a pair of my Aviotaor sunglasses from the sink before going back out with my hairbrush as a microphone.

What Avenged Sevenfold fan doesn't have a pair of Aviators purely for the reason Matt has them? I got low and came back up Legally Blonde style, the pop. I laughed, harder than I had laughed in a while, as the song restarted. I went over and began turning it up louder, dancing like crazy, almost to the headbanging point.

I looked up, going down again, and I almost fell back onto my ass. In the stair well to the door, stood Matt. His lips were bit together trying not to laugh. I stood up, composed myself, and fixed my hair. I watched as he walked over.

He walked over to my ipod and scrolled through it, I didn't know what the hell he was doing, but before I could stop him from messing with my music anymore, a familiar intro filled my ears.

"Dance with me?" He asked.

I stared up at him, his body moving closer to mine, as Lips Of An Angel by Hinder began. I nodded slowly, letting Matt's arms circle around my waiste. Slowly, and as weird as it was, we began slow dancing. In the middle of a tour bus, my face pressed against his chest. His choice of song made it even more weird, Eric loved this song.

"Why... why are we dancing?" I asked quietly as we swayed back and forth slowly, not hint of awkwardness in the air. I knew better, there should have been, but it all seemed so... right.

"The guys went out, and I was bored. So I figured I'd see what you were up to. I didn't want to squash your dancing mood." He chuckled, the vibrations of his chest moving my entire body. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, staring up at him as he stared back down "What's up?"

I looked up at him "You. The sky. The sun."

He smiled and leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine in perfect timing as the song ended. His brown eyes stared back at mine. I smirked "What... I've seen that smirk before." A small smirk of his own played on his lips. I wanted to reach up and kiss him, but I restrained myself. For now.

"My turn." I moved from his grasp "Now... you dance to my song." I went over and changed the song. Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado started and Matt just stared "What? You don't wanna dance to this?"

His facial expression changed and he walked over, pulling me to him, my back to his front, and his hands placed on the front of my hips "If you'll dance to it right." He whispered in my ear.

"Oh damn." I laughed and moved my hips into his along with the beat "I think I can do that... If you can handle it." I tilted my head back onto his chest as he leaned over, looking me in the eyes.

"I can handle it." His fingers slid up my sweatshirt and under my tank, over the bare skin on my stomach. I closed my eyes and moved my ass into his hips, hearing im growl deep in his chest. I smiled.

"I can see you with nothing on, feeling on me before you bring that on." I sang along as our bodies moved together, getting more sexual with ever movement.

"I'm all alone and it's you that I want." Matt sang along, causing me to laugh a tiny bit that he knew the lyrics.

"Promiscous boy, I'm calling your name but your drving me crazy the way you're making me wait." I whispered as Matt's hands gripped my hips and his hips ground into my backside. I sucked in a breath.

"Promiscuous girl, you're teasing me. You know what I want, and I got what you need."

It was almost perfect, I turned in Matt's hands and he moved his head down. I met him and our lips crashed together as the song repeated its self. Matt pulled me up with one arm, placing his hand under my butt, suporting me as the other hand wrapped my legs around his waist. I moved my hands around his neck and held on, our lips still attatched, as he moved into the back loung room.

I could faintly hear the music as he kicked open the door. I moaned into the kiss as his bare hand slipped under my shorts. He sat down on the wall-length couch and settled me on his lap. I got up on my knes and straddled his waist, pulling his face closer to mine as his tongue entered my mouth. I felt my heart beating faster and faster in my chest as his fingers skillfully took my shorts off, leaving them around my knees.

"Matt I-..." I paused as he looked up at me. For some reason I felt like I'd been here before, like this exact thing had happened before.

"Is this weird?" He asked, his voice giving away that he wanted this.

"No." I whispred "Just deja vu." I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue resuming it's exploration of my mouth and throat as his hands tugged at my panties. I smirked "Not until you at least lose the pants, mister." I tapped his pants and he smiled.

He stood up, placing me on the couch next to where he'd been sitting. I crossed my legs, realizing I was completely wet. I smiled as Matt dropped his pants to the floor, taking off his shirt revealing his gorgeous tattoo'd chest.

"Ready?" He asked as his hands moved to his boxers.

"Yeah, but that's my job." I smiled as he shoved me onto the couch, his hands taking off my sweathirt and wifebeater as I slid his boxers down. I slid out of my panties and tossed them to te floor. Matt looked down at me, his eyes filled with an emotion I'd seen so many times in my own eyes as I looked at Eric: Love. But how could Matt love me? He didn't even know me..

I was taking out of my thoughts as he pushed into me slowly, my back arching, eyes closing as they nearly rolled to the back of my head. I opened my mouth but no noise came out. His hands were carefully holding my hips.

"Are you ok?" He asked in a hushed tone as I gasped for breath, no noises escaping my mouth as I stared at him "I... I.."

"Don't stop." I whispered, finally finding my voice, and pulled him down onto me, pressing my mouth against his, pushing my tongue into his mouth as he thrust into me again. I found my voice, and let out a moan as he kissed down to my breasts. My eyes were closed but I could feel him smile against my chest as I moaned his name.

"Cocky bastard..." I managed as he nipped at the tender skin.

"Sexy bitch." He mumbled "In all fairness."