"The nerve of some people." I thought to myself as I walked down the hallway upstairs in search of a place to sleep. "How manu fucking rooms does this place have?" I opened the second door on my right to find a huge bathroom that could have rivaled the size of my bedroom at the apartment. I'd have to remember where this room was.
The next door down the hall happened to be a linen closet so I closed that and moved onto the next door which was actually a bedroom. Well... what was supposed to be a bedroom. The entire room was devoted to the numerous guitars all around it. Some on walls, other on the stands in the corner.
"Figures." I muttered to myself as I closed the door. Only someone of his cockiness could be a guitarist.
The next room I came to at least had a bed on it. And a large one at that. It would be a relatively nice room if it had not looked like it had thrown up on itself. There were various clothes all over the place and black striped guitar in the corner of the room. This have to been Brian's room. I sighed and closed the door to look for another room.
The next room I came to was plainly decorated and it was surprisingly clean, like it was only used on rare ocassions. The walls are white and there was a huge bed that looked extremely comfortable. I kicked of my black Converse and crawled into the bed.
It had felt like I had just laid my head on one of the fluffy white pillows that matched the white comforter on the bed when I heard it. There was a loud steady thumping noise like the sound of a headboard being banged against the wall.
"Noooo." I groaned, pulling one of the pillows over my head trying to block out the sound. If anything, this just made it worse. A minute later there was moaning coming through the wall. "Fucking great." I thought as I kicked the blankets off and got out of the bed. "Had to pick the one room in the whole damn house next to Matt and Val."
The next minute later I was tromping back down the staircase, pass the living room where I suspected that all of the guysminus Matt were all passed out drunk. I couldn't believe it but it was one in the morning already. I had slept longer than I thought. I found my way into the kitchen in the dark hoping that Val and Matt would be done by the time I got back.
"Looking for something?" I was about to scream when a calloused hand covered my mouth.
"Asshole." I hissed, batting his hand away from my face.
"What?" Brian asked innocently. His unmistakable smirk could be seen by the moonlight coming through the window over the sink.
"What the hell was that for?" I demanded, but quickly as to not wake the others.
"You were raiding my refrigerator, I wanted to know what you were looking for." He said as he sat down on one of the chairs.
"Nothing." I said. "Matt and Val are still celebrating and I couldn't sleep."
"Yeah they woke me up too." He said.
I didn't realize until after he said this that he wasn't wearing the t-shirt and board shorts he was wearing earlier, he was only in his boxers.
"Like what you see?" He grinned, noticing me staring at his bare chest.
"Oh fuck you." I spat.
"Just say when." He said smirking.
"Are you trying to act like an asshole, or does it come natural?"
"Well I dunno." He said. "Are you trying to be a bitch?"
I glared at him before turning on my heels to leave the kitchen.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said before I could make it to the door.
"Go to hell." I spat.
"I'm already in it with you here." He retorted as I stormed out of the kitchen and back up stairs to the room I found earlier. I hoped to God that Matt and Val are finished by now.
