Dripped With Venom to Loving Kisses

"Hey, stop that!" My brother said laughing, dodgeing the french fry that I threw at him.

I laughed, picking up a french fry and dipping it in the mound of barbecue sauce in the basket of fries, before throwing it in my mouth.

"No matter how funny it is, stop throwing our fries." Syn said, referring to the basket of fries I was sharing with him.

I frowned and looked at my brother, who poked his tongue out at me, before smirking at me. I glared at him, then looked back at Syn who was talking once again to Zacky sitting directly across Syn. I nudged Syn with my right elbow to get his attention.

He looked at me. "Can I just throw one more?" I asked, pouting.

"Only if it has a lot of barbecue sauce on it." Syn whispered.

"Of course." I whispered back, giggling.

I take out one last fry to throw, dipping it in the barbecue sauce and pretend to eat it. As Johnny looks my way, I throw it at him, getting him right in the face; resulting in barbecue sauce splattering all over his face and the fry falling in his lap. Syn and I began laughing uncontrollably.Johnny glares at me in shock.

"What was that for?" My brother said, as he wiped the barbecue sauce off with a napkin.

"I thought it was funny," I reply eating a fry.

"You-," Johnny starts, but stops, glares, and walks off in the direction of the bathroom...with barbecue sauce still on his face.

"Nice job, babe." Syn whispered in my ear.

I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Hey does anyone have any tacks?" Jimmy asked randomly. I looked at him, asking what-the-fuck. He just laughed.

"Yeah, I do." Syn said, reaching in his pocket and pulling a handful of tacks.

"I don't want to even know why you have those." I said, looking at Syn in disbelief.

"Then don't ask, babe." Syn said, kissing my forehead.

I heard a light growl from beside me, I turned my head towards the source of sound, which was Matt. Yes, Johnny made me sit by Matt, the pain in the ass, but at least Syn gets to sit next to me on the other side.

"So what are you going do with the tacks?" I asked one of my best-friends, Jimmy.

"You'll see when Johnny gets back." Jimmy said.

I giggled, but stopped when I felt a heavy weight on my left thigh...on Matt's side! I looked under the table, to see indeed the egotistical asshole's hand was on my leg. I gritted my teeth and put my hand on the top of the cocksucker of a lead singer's. I looked over at him, to see him smirking. I glare at him and push his hand off my thigh.
I look back at Syn to be talking with Zacky again.

"What are you guys even talking about?" I asked Syn and Zacky.

"If you were a good eavesdropper , you would know." Syn said matter-of-factly. I just glared at him.Syn just laughed.

"We were discussing who has a better rack you of that waitress." Syn said pointing out a platnium blonde, orange skinned slutty waitress, with fake breasts
I glared at Zacky and Syn.

"Of course, I have a better rack, since mine are actually real." I said.

I felt again a weight on my leg.

"I agree." Matt whispered in my ear. I pushed his hand off my leg once again.
Syn laughed at my remark along with Zacky.

"We were just kidding, we were talking about some of the guitar parts of the new record, but I do agree with you, you do have better tits." Syn said looking at my chest, Zacky as well.
I slapped Syn's shoulder. He laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Where's Johnny?" Jimmy asked impatiently. "He's taking too long," then crossing his arms.
I laughed, along with the guys.

"Why are you so quiet, Matt?" Zacky asked him.

Matt didn't answer he had half of his second burger stuffed in his mouth, which I must say is quite revolting to put it lightly.

"I wonder why." I said sarcastically.

"Johnny's coming." Syn said to Jimmy.

My brother got closer to our table, to see he was glaring at me. I smiled at him sweetly.

"Chrisi, that took forever to get off." He said, sitting down on his chair.

Immediately after Johnny sat down, he jumped up and screamed, "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs.

Many of the people in the resteraunt stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

"You fuckers, that really hurt!" He yelled as he took the tacks out of his butt , "My ass is
probably bleeding!"

I couldn't help but bust out laughing, with the rest of the guys, Johnny continued to take the tacks out of his ass and glare at us. I quickly stopped laughing, when I felt a familiar weight on my thigh. I pushed off Matt's hand once again, but he automatically replaced it where it was originally.

"Chris, you put the tacks in my chair didn't you?" Johnny yelled at me.

"No, it was actually me." Jimmy said, putting his hand up.

"What did I ever do to you?" Johnny asked, after he took the last tack out.

"Nothing," Jimmy simply said.

I pushed Matt's hand off my leg once again, but he of course put his hand back. I glared at him, he just smirked and started to rub my thigh. I bit my lip not to yell at him. I looked over to Syn and kissed his cheek, close to his mouth. Syn looked at me, with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and his lips turned up into a grin.

"What was that for?" He whispered in my ear. I again heard growling.

I glanced at Matt , in the corner of my eye to see him glaring daggers into Syn and I, but his hand went farther up my thigh. I smiled at Syn and whispered, "I felt like it."
Syn's face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath hitting my lips.

"Syn, what are you two doing?" Johnny asked suspiously.

I looked over to Johnny, to see him glaring at us.

"What did it look like?" Syn asked smirking.

"You were hitting on my baby sister."Johnny said, looking like he was going to kill Syn.

"I'm not a baby, Johnny, I'm almost eighteen." I said glaring.

"I know and I can't wait." Matt said under his breath. I grimaced at him.

"Keyword ALMOST." Johnny said, completely oblivious to what Matt said.

"And its not like I would hit on your sister, she's like my little sister as well." Syn said reassuring my brother.

I could feel my insides burn with rage, I know Syn was only saying that to get my brother off our backs, or was he? Syn smiled at me, answering my question. I smiled back at him, but it immediately turned upside down, when I realised that Matt's hand was still on my thigh, then he grasped my thigh. I gasped, he laughed lightly and began rubbing my thigh once again. I turned from Syn and focused my eyes on the man that never quits...trying to get in my pants. Matt's hand travelled farther up my thigh, until his hand was in between my legs. I was tensing up every inch his hand traveled, I bit my lip from yelling at him, and tried to move his hand, but he ignored it then began to gently rub me through my jeans. Again...it felt good, but I am definently not going to admit it, if it was one of the guys it would be different, but this is MATT!

I bit my lip even harder as he began to rub harder and faster. I was staring at Matt, trying to show no emotion, but failing miserably. He smirked at me, his lip ring shining in the light.

"How are you guys doing today?" The fake, slutty waitress asked, "Do you need anything else?" Making Matt stop then staring at all the guys with lust. I released my teeth from my lip and let out a long, deep breath.

Matt smirked at me. "I knew you would like that." Matt said grinning. I glared at him.

"Just our checks." Syn said, trying not to laugh at her, as she was trying to push her fake breasts out of a sorry excuse for a shirt.

"They will be right out." She said winking at him and then at Matt. Syn was about to burst out laughing, along with the other guys; Matt just rolled his eyes and returned his hand to my leg. I didn't bother removing it.

The waitress went around the table collecting our empty plates, raping my brother and the rest of the guys with her eyes and flirting with them. When she got to Matt, she raised her eyebrows at him as she saw his hand on my leg; glared at me, and left with the empty dishes. Immediately after the waitress left, all the guys busted out laughing, except Matt, who was glaring at her as she walked back to the kitchen.

"Oh my god, that girl is so fake!" Zacky said, through intense laughter.

The guys continued to talk shit about the plastic waitress...until she returned with the checks.

"Here's yours, pumpkin."She said, giving the small red folder containing my brother's check to him.

I couldn't help but start laughing, immediately the waitress glared at me. She passed out everyone's checks making Matt remove his hand and smiled at all the guys.

"I left a little something special in each of yours." She said in her high pitched squeaky voice and walked off to "help" another table. All the guys opened their folders and started laughing once more. I looked at Syn's and it read "If your lookin 4 a grate tyme call me" and her number was written below it.

"Stupid bitch, can't even spell," Zacky said, pulling out his wallet.

"Hey does anyone have a pen?" Matt asked, looking at his receipt, which said "If u want a reel grl call me" and her number.

"Yeah here." Syn said, getting a pen out of his pocket and giving it to Matt.

"What are you an Office Depot?" Zacky asked Syn.

"No?" Syn said.

Matt started writing on the check, but he hid it from me and put his money in there. I looked at him with a confused exspression, but then focused on Syn, who took out his wallet.

"Syn, how much were the fries?" I asked taking my money out of my pocket.

"No, its okay i'll pay for it." Syn said smiling at me.

"I got her's Syn." Matt said giving him a five dollar bill.

"I can pay for it myself, Matt." I said through gritted teeth and took the money from Syn; shoving the money back into Matt's hand.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Matt asked.

"Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?" I asked.

"What did I do?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I'm just trying to be nice!" He yelled frustrated.

"Nice to me?" I asked in disbelief, "You call being nice to someone, molesting someone?" I yelled.

A few near by people were staring at us.

"Chris, stop making up shit." Johnny said sternly to me.

"See look what you do!"

"I didn't do anything! And you were the one that called me a fucking asshole!"

"But you are!"

"At least I'm not a fucking slut that sleeps with the guys in the band, her brother is in!"

I was burning with rage. I might be a pacifist, but if someone gets me mad enough, I will go against it.

"Matt you went too far." Johnny warned him, but of course Matt completely ignored him.

"FUCK YOU! I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!" I exclaimed, and with all my might (even though it isn't much), I punched Matt in the nose. Matt immediately held his nose, it didn't bleed, but I know I did some damage upon it.

I smiled in satisfaction and walked off in the direction of the exit of the resteraunt, but before I left I heard Johnny say, "We really need to do something about them two, this has gone on far too long."