Tell Me A Lie In A Beautiful Way (Avenged Sevenfold)

Chapter 2

Matt's POV

Knocking at the front door startled me out of my sleep and I sat up quickly, groaning. The pain was phenomenal and I could barely move. I'd only just managed to drag myself from the bed to the couch earlier and now I wasn't moving again, there was no way.

"Who is it?" I yelled, wincing at the pain that caused. The pain in my head from my hangover and the pain in my body from getting the absolute shit beaten out of me.

"It's only us." Zack called back.

"Let yourselves in." I called. I meant it when I said I wasn't moving again.

I laid there watching Zack let himself in and watching Brian hobble behind him. Christ he looked a mess and I could only imagine how I looked. I hadn't been game enough to look in the mirror yet, but one of my eye's would hardly open so I was guessing I looked pretty bad.

"Well look at you." Zack mumbled, throwing himself into an armchair. "Are you proud of yourselves?"

I rolled my eye's at him. "Yeah real fucking proud." I muttered.

"I don't even know what the fuck happened." Brian said, sitting gently in the other armchair and wincing.

I was glad to see he was hurting as much as me.

"I'll tell you what happened. "Zack snapped looking at us. "You picked a fight with Attila The Hun and I had to take your sorry asses to the ER."

I closed my eye's, trying to remember at least part of it. I remembered going to the bar, I remembered having fun and a few drinks, then everything is blank, I had nothing.

"Oh I vaguely remember the hospital." Brian mumbled, laying back and closing his eye's.

"Oh I bet you do." Zack snapped. "You were trying a number on the nurse there."

I laughed. Of course Brian was trying it on with nurse.

"Don't you laugh." Zack snapped at me. "You were trying it on as well."

"Wait." Brian said, looking at Zack. "Was her name Dani?"

Zack nodded. "Yep."

"That's who's number it is." Brian exclaimed. "I woke up with a number in my pocket and I couldn't for the life of me work out who it was."

I sat there trying to remember the nurse who supposedly looked after me. I couldn't really remember but I had a vague recollection of a girl smiling down at me.

"Are you going to call?" I asked, looking at Brian.

"Should I?" He asked Zack and I.

Zack groaned. "You two made complete asses out of yourselves there." He said. "But she was a babe Brian, so I'd probably call her."

"Actually I might text her." Brian muttered, pulling out his phone.

"Yeah well you've got bigger balls than me." I told him. "I couldn't call her."

Zack chuckled. "That's because you passed out before you got her number you dick."

I closed my eye's. I wasn't surprised. I'd completely wiped myself out last night.

"How does this sound?" Brian asked. "Just wanted to say thank you for last night."

"Yep." I mumbled. "Sounds great."

"Good." He whispered, and I guessed he sent it.

"Can you get me some Tylenol or something" I asked Zack. "My hand is fucking killing me."

"Actually." Zack said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a box. "I have something stronger from the hospital, I mean you cracked a knuckle you dick wad."

I groaned, no wonder my hand was so fucking sore. "Fucking great."

"She replied." Brian cried, looking at his phone.

"Well?" Zack asked. "What does it say?"

"You are most welcome." Brian told us grinning. "That's good right?"

I shrugged. Was it good? I didn't know, I didn't exactly have great luck with woman.

"Text back." Zack urged and I smiled, Brian was pretty easy to egg on.

"Okay." He said. "Why don't you let me take you out to dinner? How does that sound?"

"Smooth." I chuckled. "Real smooth."

"Well what am I supposed to say?" Brian snapped. "Fuck it I'm sending it."

I closed my eye's again as Zack got up, getting me a bottle of water. He unscrewed the lid, handed me two pills and I took them, drinking most of  he water as well.

"Oh fuck she replied." Brian said, sounding like a teenage boy.

"Well?" Zack asked, sitting back down. "What does it say?"

"Um." Brian mumbled, smirking at his phone. "Sure, sounds great. Holy fuck, she said yes."

I laughed, holding my stomach so it didn't hurt as much. "You're sure going to look great going on a date after having the shit kicked out of you."

"Oh fuck." Brian groaned. "I never thought of that."

Zack chuckled. "I bet you didn't."

"Hang on." Brian said. "How about this. Give me a week to recover and then I'll take you out to dinner."

"Send it." Zack replied immediately and I nodded my head gently.

"Just do it." I mumbled, I was starting to feel woozy and I wondered what the fuck those tablets were.

We all laid there in silence until Brian's phone alerted him to a message.

"Sounds good." He said grinning. "Looks like I have a date with a hot nurse." His phone went again. "Hang on, she sent something else."

"What?" I asked looking at him.

"How about a double date?" Brian said looking a time. "With who?" He asked out loud, sending that message.

"Don't drag me into this shit." Zack mumbled.

"I won't." Brian told him as his phone went off again. He looked at it chuckling. "With your other drunk friend and Kat."

"Kat." I cried. "That was her name." And now I remembered, only vaguely, she'd had a beautiful smile.

"So?" Brian asked. "What about it Matt?"

I looked at him.  Did I want to go on a double date with a nurse I'd met in the ER. A nurse who'd seen me at my worst and patched up my broken body. Hell I wasn't long out of a bad relationship and I really didn't know if I was ready.

"It's only a date." Brian added, sensing my hesitation.

"Fine okay." I told him, remembering her smile. If I remembered correctly she seemed a nice girl, so what harm was there in going on a little date.

"Sounds good." Brian mumbled to himself while he texted and I closed my eye's again, feeling very sleepy. "She said excellent." Brian chuckled. "Next week a double date."

"For Christ sake." Zack muttered. "Don't sing Hotel California again."

I groaned. God why did I always have to sing that when I was drunk?

I was going on a date with a girl who'd witnessed it all. What the hell must she think of me?