Texts From Last Night: One Shot Number One

Matt walked in to the house and the first thing that catches his eye is the empty place where their bodies once occupied. He's praying that Andrew doesn't know. Yet at the same time, he is praying to see her again.

''Hey man,'' he says as his best friend comes out of the living room. The fact that it says ''Born to Kill'' doesn't do much to help his nerves.

Andrew. His best friend in the entire world- nay, entire universe. Matt was so fucking thankful his sister looked nothing like him, because if she did, there'd be anarchy in the UK. He knew that the two were close, but he wondered just how close. Did they talk about their sex lives? Isn't that kind of thing always awkward when it comes to your little sister? If they did have good communication about the good communication downstairs, would she tell him? Would she be reckless enough to tell her big brother that she fucked his best friend?

Taking a deep breath, Matt smiled and tried his hardest to act chill. Whatever the hell that meant. He truly didn't want to lose his best friend over this ordeal, but he didn't want to lose Lucy as well.

''Sup?'' Andrew says casually. Maybe he doesn't know.

''Not much man. There's shit all to do at my house,'' Matt replies, his fingers mentally crossed.

''But apparently there's something to do at my house.'' It wasn't a question.

"Sure is. You have the new C.O.D Black Ops. Why wouldn't i come over?" Matt replied. This wasn't exactly the way it was working out to be. He knows, he knows. Fucking shit of a lord he knows. Matt thought. But beating himself up mentally wasn't really going to help, was it?

''Yea, that's your second favourite thing to do isn't it?''

''What?'' He knows. I'm dead. Good bye cruel world.

''My sister being the first.''

Matt braced himself for the punch, for the ass kicking of a life time. He knew that there were lines you shouldn't cross. The underwear lines, or lack thereof, of your best friend's little sister being a big one. Tequila was just too persuasive though. He couldn't help himself.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. " Stupid thing to say Matthew, so very very stupid. Andrew shook his head and let it all play on for a little while longer. He was in fact angry that his best friend nailed his baby sister, but at the same aspect, he was glad it was responsible Matt and not some cracked-out fucktard weirdo.

''Don't play dumb Matt,'' he said, folding his arms. All his terrified friend could see was how suddenly large his biceps seemed.

''Dumb?'' Matt was running out of full sentences.
''I know what you did with Lucy.''

Busted. Tongue tied. Finito. Anything to describe the end of his life and how nigh it seemed in Matt's pale green eyes was so entirely relevant right then and there. Matt closed his eyes in -not shame, because he was glad of what he did with Lucy- fear. He closed his eyes with fear, because he didn't want to see his meal of a fist-sandwich before he tasted it. As if to let Andrew know it was okay to open fire, matt held his hands behind his back. Defenceless. After a moment of standing with his eyes closed, but feeling no fist, he opened one eye. Andrew was grinning. Matt opened both eyes, cocking an eyebrow. His friend's arm moved and he flinched backwards. It took a minute before he realized that his arm wasn't headed for his face, it was poised for...a high five?

Completely and utterly flabbergasted, Matt returned the high-five lightly and furrowed his brow.

"What's this about?" He asked. Andrew laughed heartily, grinning stupidly from ear to ear.

"I'm just shocked that Luce would go for an elephantitus-like man such as yourself."

''So you're not mad?'' Matt asked, very aware that this could be a set up, and a sucker punch could be coming his way.

''Nah man! She needed her pipes cleaned by someone who knows what they're doing. Banging those freshmen guys was starting to piss her off.''

Matt let out a sigh of relief, and a laugh. "Wait-- who are you calling elehpant-y?" He retorted suddenly. That took Andrew off guard for a second, and within that second Matt playfully slapped his cheeks and headed toward the tele.

The boys put on a sports channel and instantly fell into the rugby game that was on.
Much yelling and cheering later, and Matt heard a laugh from the hall.

''You guys are losers,'' Lucy said, shaking her head.

''Actually our team is winning so that makes us winners,'' Matt replied. He'd never envisioned this situation being so comfortable.

"Well while you two are sitting here being winners, I'm going out because I have a real life." Lucy smiled, before straightening out her skirt in one fluent motion. Matt tried his hardest not to watch her lower half as she turned and scurried in to the kitchen, but a feeling arose in the pit of his stomach. His eyes flickered between the television and the empty doorway to the kitchen where her perfect bottom was moments before. Andrew laughed and Matt cleared his throat as his eyes went back to the screen.
''I'll be back!'' Lucy called, the front door slamming behind her.

''Hey man, do you have anything to eat?''

"Well the loose bacon strips just left, but if you're thinking real food then you know where the kitchen is." Said Andrew, clenching his fists as another one of his team's players were hurt, and another less-experienced rugby player strutted out on to the field. Matt laughed quietly and stood up, making his way to the kitchen slowly.

He returned minutes later with a pumpkin shaped cookie in his hand.

''Dude, you just reminded me!'' Andrew jumped up and hurried to the kitchen.

''Where's my pie,'' Matt heard him muttering.

''Oh! I ate that last night after...you know,'' Matt laughed.

Andrew's face grew very grim. His fists clenched in a terrifying sort of way, while his biceps seemed to grow veins everywhere.
"Out." He stated simply. Matt laughed at Andrew's "joke".

''You're funny man.''

''I'm serious man. Get the fuck out of my house.''
Matt could see now that Andrew was definitely not kidding. ''You're kicking me out for eating your pie, but you high fived me for banging your sister?''

''Did i stutter?''

Matt got up from the couch, headed for the door. ''Priorities bro.''