Don't Tell Your Mom the Babysitter Was in My Bed

After Matt stopped texting me, I began to wonder if letting him come over was a mistake. After all, he does have a wife and a kid. Even two dogs to complete the picture. Everything looks so perfect from a distance, but I'll find out if this fairytale is all just a disguise. I was willing to bet that it's all just a lie. But who am I to judge them? I'm just an invisible babysitter. If you're so invisible, then why is Matt coming to see you? I huffed and got up to answer the door when someone knocked. 

I opened the door and Matt grinned widely at me, showing off his adorable dimples. I couldn't help but to smile at him. If you didn't smile back at those dimples, then you have no soul. I then blushed a little, realizing that I had changed into my night clothes. I wore really short shorts and a tank top. His smile faded away when he saw my blush and his eyes trailed down my body. I blushed even more. 

"Hey. Look, I can just go home if you're too tired...or uncomfortable with this." he told me, pursing his lips. I shook my head. 

"No, I'm okay. I forgot that I changed earlier." I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest. He slightly nodded at me. I stood aside. 

"Come on in, Matt."

"If you insist." he said with a smirk and a wink. He walked in and I closed the door behind him. 

"I can buy you a better room, ya know." he told me, sitting a case of Budweiser and something in a brown paper bag on the ground. He also took a plastic bag off of his arm and sat it down with the rest of the things. 

"I don't need you to buy me a better room. If you're here to talk about the things I can't afford, then you should just leave." I told him. Probably more rudely than necessary, but I took offense. 

"You know it's not like that. I just feel bad that you have to stay here." he told me, sitting on my crappy bed. 

"Don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine. I can sleep in this bed, probably better than your fancy beds." I explained to him, sitting next to him on the bed. 

"You're right. Let's forget about it." he said, looking down. I nodded. 

"Let's just start drinking." I mentioned, slightly touching his shoulder. He nodded and grabbed the brown bag and pulled out some Gray Goose Vodka. 

"Nice." I complimented his choice in liquor. 

"You like Goose?" he asked, smirking at me. He then reached for the plastic bag. 

"Hell yeah I do!" I told him, taking a plastic cup from his hand. He then poured a small amount of vodka in my cup. 

"We'll start small." he added, filling my cup with some cranberry juice. I smirked. Yum. I took a big gulp. 

"Music?" I asked, grabbing my iPod and holding it up to him. He smiled at me and took the iPod from my hands. 

"Whatcha got on here?" he asked me, sifting through artists. I didn't answer him and instead plugged in my iPod deck. 

"You have good music. Old school and new. But you do have Avenged Sevenfold on here. I thought you weren't a fan. You lied?" he asked, looking disappointed. I rolled my eyes. 

"Actually, that's new." I told him, grabbing my iPod from his hand. He chuckled at me. 

"Hear anything you like?" he asked me, standing up and moving beside of me. I decided to be honest instead of sarcastic. 

"I like your newest song..." I trailed off. I couldn't remember the name of it. 

"I'm not ready to die." he stated, taking a sip of his own drink. 

"What?" I asked, not knowing what he was talking about. 

"I'm not ready to die is the name of our newest song."

"Oh..." I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. He just smirked at me. 

"I also like Betrayed. My favorite part is where he...I mean you...sing 'every note and every word I'm listening.' I'm thinking of getting that tattooed on me." I told him. 

"Wow, already a dedicated fan."

"You wish. It's just...I've always been a good listener, ya know." 

"I noticed." I didn't know what that was supposed to mean. 

"And I like Scream too. It's kinda sexy, it's different from your other songs." I pretty much complimented him. 

"It reminds me of myself." he told me, smiling smugly. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh ok." I said sarcastically. 

***********

3 hours later.

Matt and I had been talking about almost everything and now it's official: we're drunk. 

"I bet you're gay!" I yelled out of nowhere. He was sitting in front of me, carefully studying my face, or so it seemed. I was only kidding but he took it seriously. 

"What the fuck? Gay?! Where did you get that idea?!" he asked, arching one of his eyebrows. 

"You haven't been laid in forever and you haven't even hit on me yet!" I told him, grinning widely. 

"Do you want me to?...wait, don't answer that. I'm not gay!" he defended himself. Maybe he was kidding, I mean, he is happily married! 

"Your bandmates are pretty cute." I stated with a wink. 

"My bandmates are dudes! That's fucking sick!" he raved.

"Not to me!" 

"What? You're into gay porn?" he asked me with a small smile. He seemed to be amused, but disgusted at the same time. 

"No! That's sick. I meant for me! So, is Zacky single?" I asked with a smile. 

"Actually, yes he is. But you're not. Sorry." he told me, trying to dismiss the subject. 

"Hell, I can be." I told him. He just looked at me. 

"I'm kidding." I told him, suddenly feeling more sober. 

"Here, Hun. Drink another beer." he told me, handing me another beer. I took it without question and opened it, taking a sip. 

"So tell me about this mystery guy. What's he like?" Matt asked me. I couldn't help but to wonder about his sudden curiosity. 

"Well, his name is Brendan. He's 24 and he's really sweet." I told him, raising my head triumphantly. 

"Really sweet, huh?" he told me, chuckling a bit. I felt offended at his words. He was mocking me. 

"Yeah he is. He's good to me." I told him, looking down. He moved a little closer to me, causing me to look up at him in question. He leaned in, really close, it was almost as if he was going to kiss me. I licked my lips, preparing myself. I leaned myself in a little closer, anticipating the kiss. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently rubbed them. In that moment, all I wanted to do was kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips gently pressed against mine, searching for the unknown. He then leaned in so that our foreheads were touching. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, waiting for his lips. I opened my eyes when I realized that he wasn't going to kiss me. He stared at me seriously with his beautiful golden eyes. 

"He might be good to you, but he doesn't touch you that way, does he? He doesn't make you feel wanted and you don't want to kiss him as much as you want to kiss me." he spoke quietly. His words made my stomach turn in such a way I've never felt before. I was in awe of the way we just met and he already knew more about me than most of my friends. 

"How do you read me like an open book?" I whispered to him. He just ignored my question and continued on. 

"He also doesn't cut it between the sheets, does he? I could show you things that you have never dreamed of, I could pleasure you like no other." he whispered back at me. I stared at him for a moment with lust filled eyes. He seemed to mirror my expression. I then thought about his vulgar words, snapping me out of the daze I was in. I gently shoved him away from me. 

"What the fuck?!" I asked him with wide eyes. 

"I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it even when you touch me...it's strange..."

"Shut the hell up! You're married AND you have a kid. I'm not so single either! Just get the hell out of my room!" I yelled at him. He immediately stood and walked over to the door. 

"The kids not even fuckin' mine." he mumbled. I wish I could say that this shocked me, but it's sort of expected. The kid doesn't look anything like him! I just ignored the subject completely. 

I followed behind him so that I could lock the door behind him. He opened the door and stepped out when I remembered that he's just drunk. I sighed and then I grabbed his hand, gently pulling him back into my room. 

"Change your mind, baby?" he asked with a dimpled smirk. 

"No," I smiled sweetly at him. "You're just drunk. You can't drive." I told him. He pulled me into a hug and it took me a while to respond, but finally I did with a strange expression on my face. He then let go of me and yawned. I yawned as well. 

"Aw, you made me yawn!" I told him with a smile. He just chuckled at me with his eyes halfway closed. Thank God I didn't let him drive!

"Come on. You'll take the bed." I told him. There's no way I'm sleeping in there with him. He might try something, which I don't think he would. But I only met him days ago and I feel like I've known him forever. But I can't trust him. I just can't. 

"No." he argued back. He was now barely able to talk. I just nodded and helped him into my bed. A few minutes later he was snoring. 

I guess I'm sleeping on the floor. :/