Are We Just Friends? / / Matty Healy / /

/ / SIX / /

"I can't believe I had sex with Matty Healy!" Alyssa squealed for the thousandth time. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Ever since the night of the concert, which was four days ago, mind you, all Alyssa could talk about was Matty. He had done as he'd said and brought Alyssa home with him that night.

"You're so lucky," Katie said. "Tell us what it was like again?'

"It was amazing," she gushed. "He is just so beautiful and perfect. And his dick is so—"

I cut her off, "We know. He has a big dick. The sex was great. You're in love with him. You don't need to tell us every two seconds." I was seriously sick of hearing about him. But they carried on.

"Was he better than Tom?" Katie asked. Tom was Alyssa's ex-boyfriend and the guy she lost her virginity to, but they had recently broken up.

"Yeah. I mean sex with Tom was great, but this is Matty Healy. I don't even care that he called me the wrong name or fell asleep before we could finish, it was—"

Once again I cut Alyssa off. "He what?" I guffawed.

"He was just realllly wasted. It happens, ya know?" she shrugged. Katie nodded her head as if she understood and agreed. I, on the other hand, could not contain my laughter causing Alyssa to send me a glare.

"You're telling me he fell asleep...WHILE you were having sex?" tears were rolling down my face at this point. I didn't know why I found it so funny, but it just seemed like something Matty would do. The fact that I wasn't at all surprised is what I found the funniest.

"It's not funny!" Alyssa protested. I gave her a look. "Okay, it's a little bit funny," she giggled.

"Who cares! You still had sex with him and that's all that matters," Katie said.

"I'm sure next time will be better," Alyssa said nonchalantly.

"Next time?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "What makes you think there'll be a next time?"

"Well you're friends with them and I'm friends with you, so I'm sure we'll hang out with him again. And if he slept with me once he'd probably sleep with me again," she said matter-of-factly.

"I'm not sure that's how it works but okay," I said.

"I mean you've slept with George multiple times, so why can't I do the same with Matty?" she shot back. I just shrugged.

"You still haven't told us anything about George, yet you two looked pretty cozy together," Katie winked at me.

"There's nothing to tell," I said.

"Bullshit! There has to be something you can tell us about George or Matty. I want to know everything! What did you talk about? How is George in bed? Are Matty and George--?" Alyssa was rambling again.

"Stop! There's seriously nothing to share," I said annoyed. I knew I shouldn't be annoyed with my friends, after all they were just excited about their favorite band (and if I'm being honest, I was once a crazy fangirl for my favorite bands back in the day), but it was hard for me to see the boys as anything other than drunk assholes that I met in a bar. "Anyway I have to go. I have work in half an hour."

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Tonight's shift was a good one. I ended up waiting on a large group of business men. They were a bit handsy after all of the drinks they consumed, but I didn't mind considering they tipped extra well. It might've helped that I purposely teased them and played along with their advances by bending down and reaching across the table to give them a peak down my shirt. Call me what you want, but I loved how easy it was to get money from horny men.