My ***ed up Bachelor Party

~Matt~

"WHAT?!" Everyone shouted at once.

Danny noticably flinched. "You heard me."

"I knew it!" Jordan shouted.

Here we go.

"I knew Matt was gay! I always had a feeling-"

"It was my idea. I kinda forced him into it," Danny interupted Jordan.

"What?" They all said in unison.

"Wait, so, Danny, you... raped Matt?"

"Well-"

"No," I interupted Danny. "He didn't force me into anything." I turned to Danny. "Thank you for trying to take a Jordan-designed bullet, but you said we should be honest. And that's not honest."

Danny exhailed. "You didn't want Jordan degrading you, so I stepped in. Of course I'd take a bullet for you. You're a friend; friends should take bullets for each other."

"I'd take a bullet for you, but you're not in danger."

"And I thank you for that."

"Okay, enough with the buddy-buddyness, let's get to the facts," Jorel said.

Me and Danny looked at him. "Okay, fine, I'll shut up."

"Finally. You scream louder than Jordan," George said. Which recieved him a punch on the arm.

Me and Danny looked at each other, and we rolled our eyes.

"So, are you guys gonna tell us what happened?" George asked.

"Sure," I said, faking nonchalantness. "Danny? I'm pretty sure the story starts with you and Theresa."

Danny nodded. "I've gotten drunk since then, so my details might be faded. But I'll start us off."

Everyone got situated, me sitting next to Danny, the others sitting across from us. Jorel and Dylan were on the couch, while Jordan and George were on the floor. I laughed on the inside. They looked liked fucking first graders.

"Okay, it all started-"

"WAIT!" George commanded, shooting up into a full sitting position. "Was there any cock sucking involved?" He asked quizically.

I rolled my eyes again. Danny answered the question.

"Oh, yeah, tons of it. Matt came, like, what, ten times?" He asked, turning to me.

I gave him the infamous 'implied-facepalm' look. "NO, there wasn't."

Danny stared at me. "Oh, come now." His eyes widened. "No pun intended."

"I don't remember much of anything; I got fucking plastered. My eyes were red." I nudged Danny with my elbow. "Right? You saw me."

"I don't remember much of that night either." Danny reponded.

"It was the night before your wedding; you couldn't get THAT drunk," Jordan said, looking a bit smug. I wanted to punch him in the dick. And I won't say sorry. EVER. Even at the end of the night. Ha.

"I was different back then." Pause. "Don't tell Theresa I said that."

"Your secret is safe with me," I said.

"Theres' your bullet," Danny said. He sounded like Ducky off of NCIS, with the whole Scottish accent. At least I think it's Scottish-

"I'd be happy to shoot him," Jordan said. He sounded more serious than usual. A cold chill went down my spine. Jordan always says something else after he makes a joke like that. But one look at his face held nothing but pure hatred; I'd bet Danny my life and all of my ex girlfriends lives that Jordan wanted nothing more than to shoot and bury me himself. Hell, he might chop my body up into little pieces and-

"Maaaatty..." Danny snapped me back to reality by waving his hand in my face. "Anybody home?"

Shit. "Oh, yeah, just thinking." I hoped Jordan didn't notice me looking.

"You sure you wanna tell? I won't if you won't."

I breathed deep and exhailed.

"Let's spill our bean sacks."

"Last chance," Danny pushed. I knew he was just making sure, but I thought struck me.

"Do YOU even wanna tell?"

His voice got a little high-picthed. "Uh... well-"

"Well to bad, you're telling us." Dylans' outburst came as a little shock to me; he hates flashback stories, especially ones that might included him.

"Fine, snippy..." He looked at me.

"Yeah. Let's tell."

"Okay... It all started back... I think a week and a half before the actual wedding..."