The Young BucksOne Shots & Drabbles

That's my ex. Makeout with me and make him jealous. - MATT

You were in Japan at a bar with Kenny, Nick, and Matt. You were on your fifth or sixth drink and you were starting to have that warm fuzzy feeling from the alcohol.

"Looks like Y/n has an admirer," Nick said as he smirked over at you.

"Really? Who?" You said as you sat up and looked around the room, trying to find out who your secret admirer was, and also to see if he was cute.

"End of the bar right by the door. White shirt." Kenny said. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you."

Your eyes moved to the bar at the front of the room. You scanned the faces until your eyes landed on the man in the white shirt by the door. Your heart stopped as you locked eyes with your ex-boyfriend.

"Whoah...you okay?" Matt asked as he noticed your expression

"I know him." You said as your breathing started to get heavy. "Guys we have to go."

"Hey, hey, calm down," Matt said as he reached out and put his hand on your arm. "Relax."

"Matt we have to go-"

"Why are you freaking out? What's going on?" He asked as he looked over at you with a worried look of his own.

"That's my ex." You said.

And then something ticked inside of you. You were tired of being the pathetic ex-girlfriend that couldn't get over him. You were tired of thinking about him every night when you were alone in your hotel room. You were tired of being miserable while he was out living his life like nothing had ever happened.

You wanted to show your ex that you were over him. That you didn't care about the breakup anymore. "Makeout with me and make him jealous." You said as you looked at Matt.

Matt nearly choked on the drink in his hands at your words, and if Nick hadn't been quick on his feet to duck, he would have been hit by the alcohol that just flew out of Matt's mouth.

"Excuse me?" Matt said.

"Makeout with me." You said as you looked at him. "I need him to know that I've moved on."

"Y/n, you're dru-"

"I'm not." You said.

"I...I don't know," Matt said as he fought with himself.

You leaned in towards him and slid your hand up his thigh, your fingers inching closer and closer to his crotch.

"Please," you whispered as you leaned closer to him, your lips just an inch away from Matt's.

Matt looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. He was searching for any sign that this was a joke or that this was just the alcohol was talking.

"Fuck it," Matt said before reaching up and cupping your face, closing the space between the two of you and pressing his lips to yours.