My ***ed up Bachelor Party

~Matt~

Shit.

"What?" Jordan asked, louder than intended.

I recieved another elbow from Danny. "Shut up!" He whispered harshly.

"No, Danny-What poisoned apple are we talking about, Matt?" Jordan asked.

Everyone was staring at me. My throat closed up. Fuck! Shit! I didn't mean that! DAMN IT!

My words were gonna come out choppy. "Uh... it was joke, dude." Nice cover, you idiot!

With Danny still on edge, Jordan loudly tsk, tsk, tsked us. "Nice try, but what happened?"

Me and Danny looked at each other. What do you want to do? I mouthed.

Danny breathed outward, but it sounded labored. He looked me in the eye. Tell the truth? It was question, not a statement.

Fuck no! I mouthed.

Why not? They're honest with us!

I prayed Danny was a good lip reader. Are you stupid?! Jordan will grill both our asses! Not in a literall sense, but you get my point!

If they're honest with us, we should be honest with them. Come on, Matt, it won't be so bad! We were drunk and horny, what were we gonna do?

I just stared at him. I'm worried Jordan will fucking taunt me for the rest of my life!

He already taunts you.

Dipshit! It will be worse!

Tell him to stop.

He obviously doesn't know our history. Have you EVER known Jordan to stop? Hell, I'm pretty sure he fucking hates me! The only reason he taunts me is to get me outta the band! God knows what he'll do if he finds out about-us!

Jordan does not hate you, Matt.

How do you know?

I just do.

Pathetic. You OBVIOUSLY don't know Jordan as well as I do.

Please just trust me, Matt.

I cocked my head to the side. I wasn't expecting that.

I inwardly made up my mind. Fine. I trust you. Now let's get this over with.