I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Thirty-Eight.

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The first thing he did was hand me coffee; a huge mug I accepted with shaking hands, causing me to very nearly spill the hot liquid down the front of my dress.

He returned to his kitchen without a word, leaving me as a snivelling, trembling mess in the corner of his sofa. My shoes laid kicked to the side by the mahogany coffee table in front of me, and I lifted my legs up onto the sofa, tucking them tightly into my body and taking a sip from the mug; its strong taste took my mind away from my situation for just a second or two.

Matt’s apartment, that was thankfully far across town from the houses that belonged to the rest of the Avenged family, was pleasantly different to the homes of my family I was used to lounging around in. I’d started to grow used to it now—having the luxury of living in a big house and having plenty of space. I felt that the smaller apartment—though still a decent size—made a nice change from all of that. My gaze swept the living room we’d entered from walking through the front door, studying the bookcase in the corner and the unusual art on the wall that gave the place character. I could think of a lot worse places to be when I found myself in such a distressed state.

I’d given myself a headache from all of my hysterical crying. It was a wonder that Matt had managed to sneak me out of Zacky’s party without us gaining questioning looks as to why I was so upset. He’d allowed me to cry to my heart’s content throughout the entire drive to his apartment, and only now, on his sofa, had my sobs settled into a few occasional snivels.

I glanced over at the adjoining kitchen, watching him move around from behind the counter. I wasn’t entirely sure of what he was doing, but it didn’t seem to matter when he suddenly turned and emerged from the small area, wandering over to the armchair beside me. He sat down, still silent, and leant down to his shoes, beginning to untie the laces.

“Matt…” I started to speak, suddenly remembering, as I studied him, why this situation was so serious, “I—‘’

“Call me Matthew…” He quickly cut in. His tone was monotonous and he didn’t meet my gaze, but his voice was no longer sharp like it had been before. “There are so many damn Matt’s in this family. It can get confusing.”

I was unsure as to whether I was supposed to laugh at that, so I simply settled for a nod and leant forward to place my mug down on the coffee table. Matthew kicked his shoes off and heaved a deep sigh, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine.

“You should go clear yourself up. Your makeup is smudged all over your face,” He said, “Then you can explain to me what the hell is going on. Follow me. The bathroom’s this way.”

I didn’t much feel like standing in front of a mirror and facing my reflection when all my efforts had gone to waste, yet I knew gaining an inch of understanding from him was going to be difficult, and doing as he’d said would probably do me a favour or two. I stood up as he did, pulling my dress down and following him through a door across the room that led to a bedroom.

“No offense or anything, but could I give you some clothes to borrow?” He asked as we entered the room, studying my appearance cautiously, “I’d feel more comfortable talking to you if you weren’t showing so much skin.”

Already mortified enough, his comment merely bounced off of me and didn’t even strike a nerve like Zacky’s had. This short and tight black dress with the daringly low neckline had provided me with all sorts of courage at the start of the party, and provided me with a chance to be the more confident version of myself that I hadn’t needed to fake in such a long time; now, it just seemed like it had caused trouble. My heels were kicked off, my makeup had been washed off, the curls in my hair had loosened, and I felt like my small, regular self again.