For the Best

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^*Zacky’s POV*^
The battle had been won. Matt slipped on a spoon and fell into the counter and got knocked out, and Brian had already been knocked out when Matt hit him with the fire poker. I had cuts and scrapes on my arms, and I could have sworn I had a cut on my cheek, but other than the few little scratches, I was okay, and I had fucking won. I was not, however, cleaning up the ocean of silverware. As I got up from the floor, making sure I didn’t slip on anything as I made my way into the living room and then to the hallway, and to the bathroom. I looked down at my arms, finding a few more cuts than I had started out with, and as I looked back into the mirror, my theory of the cut on my cheek was confirmed, and the gash on my forehead had begun bleeding badly again. I knew Brian had steri-strips here somewhere. I opened up the cabinet, and spent a few moments scanning through what was a vast array of what could only be described as a clumsy person’s arsenal. Brian wasn’t that clumsy, so I had no clue why he had so many medical supplies, but, his mother was like a safety patrol officer. As I finally found the butterfly stitches, they were on the top shelf. I sighed and reached up for them, and just as I got to them-

“Zacky, what are you-” I was startled by Saylee’s voice and a noise slipped past my lips as I slipped on a towel and fell onto my back, cringing after the pain really began setting in. “Shit,” She quickly came over to me. “Are you alright?” She asked and I nodded, almost afraid to open my mouth or I’d scream. It hurt so fucking bad, and I was already in pain, and this didn’t help. “You should just stay perched in the middle of your bed in your room.” She had a good point.

“Probably so.” I muttered, and she grabbed my hand, helping me up. “Goddamn, just when I thought I was actually doing pretty well on the clumsiness scale.” I said, and she shook her head, a smile creeping onto her lips.

“You’re never going to do ‘pretty well’ on the clumsiness scale.” She said, and I nodded.

“You’re probably right.” I said, and she looked towards the kitchen.

“Where’s Matt and Brian?” She asked as I began taking a few of the strips off of the gash in my forehead.

“They got knocked the fuck out.” I said, and she got a worried looked.

“What? Is Matt okay?” She asked and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her words.

“Not worried about Brian?” I asked, looking back and she shrugged.

“Well, yea, I mean- are they okay?” She asked and I nodded as I stared putting three new strips on.

“They’re fine. Matt knocked Brian out with the fire poker, and Matt just slipped on a spoon and slammed his head into the counter.” I said, watching her in the reflection of the mirror as I put the last strip on, and made sure they were stuck before I looked back at her. “We’ve just been throwing knives at each other for the past hour, so it’s not like he got stabbed.” I said nonchalantly.

“That explains why you’re all scratched up.” She said and I grinned.

“I won.” I said and she rolled her eyes.

“You won the battle, but Matt’s probably going to rule it void because he got knocked out on his own terms. So the war’s just begun.” She said, with a smirk, and I sighed.

“Dammit.” I muttered and she nodded.

“Exactly.” We both fell silent, and as she leaned back against the counter next to me, I couldn’t help but think.

“You know, Say, about what happened today…” I trialed off, about to say more in a moment, but she spoke before I could.

“Zacky, neither of us were in our right mind at the time. You had just woken up from being bashed in the head with basically an iron stake, and I hadn’t slept well the four hours I did sleep, so don’t mention it.” I looked over at her and she smiled slightly. “It didn’t mean anything, right?”

“Right.” I said, meaning it. It meant nothing. I didn’t like her as anything more than a friend, and I knew she thought of me as a friend too. “It was just something that happened. Neither of us could have stopped it. Prevented it, possibly, but it happened, and it didn’t mean anything, and that’s all that matters.”

“And we’re not going to tell Matt, because it was nothing.” She said and I nodded, agreeing.

“No need to get him worked up over something that was meaningless.” I confirmed and she took a deep breath, standing up straight.

“Well, now that that’s settled, I’m going to get a shower to try and wake up, so, out.” She said and I straightened up as well.

“I’ll try to get Brian awake, I guess.” I said, walking out, and she shut the door behind me. As I walked back into the kitchen, I grabbed the fire poker before I woke Brian up, and walked out the door in the kitchen into his backyard. I stood on the patio, and flung the damn thing as hard as I could, and it flew over the fence and into the woods. I smiled, knowing that unless it hit someone when it landed, that no one else would be hit with it. I walked back into the kitchen, closing the door back before I went over to Brian, lying beside Matt. “Brian, Brian, wake up, time to go get drunk.” I told him, shaking his shoulder as he finally brought his arm over his eyes with a groan.

“The fuck happened?” He mumbled, taking his arm down as he slowly sat up.

“Uh…you fell into the fire poker that Matt was holding.” I said, and he sighed.

“The son of a bitch hit me with the fire poker, didn’t he?” He asked and I nodded.

“Pretty much.” I confirmed and he grabbed my hand, and I helped him up.

“Damn, that sucks.” He said, blinking a few times after he rubbed his eyes, and then shook his head lightly as I looked into the first drawer behind me that held the phone books, paper, and some pens. I grabbed a pen and a sticky note.

“Yea, but you’ll get used to the white spots after a second.” I said, and knowing that Matt would probably be lost as fuck when he woke up, quickly scribbled that we were gone to the bar, and that Saylee was in the shower before I tore it from the pad and walked over to Matt, sticking the hot pink note on his cheek. I stood up and turned back to Brian, who had seemed to finally get his balance right “Ready to go?” I asked him, and he nodded, and started walking towards the front door. I followed him into the living room and to the door. I grabbed his keys from the hook beside the door and then opened the door. “I’ll drive up there and we’ll get Matt to come pick us up and bring us home after we can’t walk in a straight line, and/or stand up.” I said and he smiled, seeming to adjust to the spots as he walked on out the door.

“As long as there’s a possibility that I can throw up in his car.” He said and I couldn’t help but laugh a little at how he was pissed off at Matt for bashing him in the head with the fire poker. “Damn fire poker.”

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^*Saylee’s POV*^
“Saylee?! Answer me, are you okay?!” I heard a slightly drowned out voice, and as I opened my eyes, my vision watery. “Saylee! Please, answer me!” There was the watered down voice again, and as I realized who it was, and where I was, I went to take a deep breath, only getting water before I sat up and out of the water, breathing deeply and coughing slightly. “SAYLEE!” Matt screamed once more, and I realized I had fallen asleep in the bathtub. I took a deep breath of air, and grabbed the towel from the curtain rod as I stood up, and wrapped it around me as Matt continued banging on the door, his voice worried and frantic. I got out and went to the door, unlocking it and opening it up and as soon as I did Matt’s arms were around me. “Oh my god!”

“I fell asleep, I’m okay, calm down.” I said, and he pulled away from me, worry still on his face. “Are you okay?” I asked, half serious, half wanting to laugh at how worried he was.

“Not really. I woke up with a note saying that Zacky and Brian were gone to some bar and you were in the shower, and I went to check on you, but you weren’t answering me, and I thought you had drowned and was close to calling nine one one.” He rambled and I sighed, running my fingers through my soaking wet hair and getting it out of my face.

“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and when I tried to go to sleep, you and Dumb and Dumber began a cutlery war in the kitchen.” I said and he just got this guilty look on his face.

“Brian started it.” He mumbled and I shook my head lightly, a smile on my face.

“And Zacky won.” I said, and he looked at me like I had lost it, but I quickly changed the subject, seeing that the house was dark like it was night. “What time is it?” I asked, looking up at him.

“It’s about seven at night.” He answered and I sighed.

“God I was in there a long time.” I said, realizing I had been in there for hours.

“Yea, apparently so.” Matt said and my hair fell back into my face from behind my ear, reminding me that it was still soaking wet.

“I’ve got to dry off and get some clothes on.” I said, and he grinned.

“Well, since Brian and Zacky are out, we have the whole house to ourselves tonight.” He said, the grin turning into a smirk.

“Until Brian and Zacky come drunkenly stumbling in.” I said, leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips. “I’ll be out in a little while.” I said, and turned, dropping my towel and catching a slight grin on his face just before I shut the door.

“I’ll be here!”

“Really?” I asked sarcastically. “I thought you had to fly to Detroit!”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

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^*Matt’s POV*^
I laid on the couch, waiting for Saylee, and positive that she was taking her time to dry her hair on the lowest setting of the hair dryer just to make me wait. When my phone began ringing I sighed, digging into my pocket as I rolled over onto my back, seeing Zacky’s name. I answered it.

“What is it, Zack?” I asked, almost annoyed that he was calling. He wasn’t supposed to call. No one was. Saylee and I were supposed to be left alone tonight because he and Brian were taking over a bar.

“I-I- Who is-” His slurred speech was cut off by laughter.

“Give me the fuckin’ phone.” I heard Brian’s slurred voice and I knew what was coming. “M-Matt? Are-you-there?” I thought about just staying silent.

“Sadly so.” I answered and there was more laughter, and he began giggling.

“No, no, s’not funny.” Brian then said, and Zacky just laughed harder. “What now?!” Brian began sounding frustrated, and I was almost at a point of hanging up.

“You said snot.” Zacky managed out, and Brian just groaned.

“You’re gettin’ fuckin’ delirious.”

“What the fuck do you two drunkards want?” I really, really wanted to hang up.

“Say, you need to call Matt to come…and…wait one moment.” Brian said, and then there was shuffling. “What does Saylee need to do?” He asked someone –presumably Zacky- and I ran a hand down my face as I sat up.

“Take us home.” Zacky was on the other end now. “And you fucking idiot, we need Matt to come pick us up, not Saylee.” There was a noise, but I wasn’t sure what it was. “So Saylee, go get Matt. And also, I need you to kn-know that I’m sorry.”

“This is Matt, you moron.” I told him, standing up, but also curious as to why he was apologizing, but he was drunk, so it didn’t matter.

“Oh shit!” He said, his voice sounding scared and quiet. “Oh fucking shit, Brian, this is Matt! He heard us! Heard me! I said sorry to Matt!”

“Oh fuck, he’s gonna eat you, hang it up, hang it up!” Brian urged, and the line went.

“Goddamn fucking idiots.” I grumbled, even more annoyed, but knowing that if I didn’t go and get them, they’d wind up lost. I made my way towards the bathroom, and knocked on the door. “Saylee, I’ve got to go get Brian and Zacky, I’ll be back in a little while!” I called through the door, and the whirring noise stopped and the door opened to Saylee, her hair dry, and looking like it had been for a while.

“Seriously?” She whined and I nodded.

“At least you got your hair dry.” I observed.

“My hair’s been dry, I was just waiting for you to come rip the door off, tired of waiting.” She said, her lips curving into a smile.

“If only Batman and Robin hadn’t of called...”

“They’re far from Batman and Robin, trust me.” She said, laughing lightly.

“Yea, you’re right.” I said, and quickly got back to what I had to do. “But no matter who they are, I have to go get them.” I said, slightly disappointed.

“Well, I’ll be here. I guess our night’s kind of gone now.” She guessed, and I shrugged.

“Actually,” I said, a smirk forming on my lips. “It depends on what level of drunk they’re on.” Or how hard they hit the concrete after they struggle to get out of the car.