Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> What Forever Means To You!
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The rest of the night was kind of a blur. Claire vaguely remembered launching into a very strange
dance routine with Zacky to a Backstreet Boys song then spending the rest of the night sharing shots
with Matt between marathon kissing sessions. By the time they all stumbled through the door of
Matt's house at 4am, she was so totally out of it that she couldn't even walk properly and her lips
were numb. "That was an epic night" Zack yelled, trying to roll over the arm of the sofa and onto it
but instead toppling straight onto the floor. Claire leaned over the back of the sofa, trying not to
laugh. Zack was laid on the floor with his feet near his face and his arms flailing madly. "WHAT
HAPPENED?" he yelped. Claire clutched onto the sofa to keep herself upright as she laughed. "YOU
FELL OVEEERRRRRR" she squealed, pointing at him. "HELP ME. I CAN'T GET UP. OH GOD" Zack shouted
dramatically. Brian rolled his eyes and stumbled over to the heap on the floor. "C'mere dude" he
grinned, holding his hand out. Zack grabbed his hand and Brian stumbled around as he tried to pull
him up but he was just a little bit too drunk to be able to counterbalance Zack's wild flailing and
ending up falling too. "Did you come up or did I come down?" Brian mumbled looking slightly
confused. "You both went down" Matt sighed, rolling his eyes and grinning at them both on the floor.
"And I'd love to stand around here and chat all night but....you're not the only ones going down
tonight so....night guys" he smirked, yanking Claire's arm so hard she yelped and almost tripped
over her own feet. "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" she squeaked. Matt just shrugged and smiled. "Guess we'll
find out" he grinned.
When she awoke the next morning, the first thing she did was clutch her head and whimper. The only
thing she could remember was copious amounts of alcohol and some dancing. "Oh god" she groaned,
trying to force herself to sit up without losing the contents of her stomach. The bed lurched beside
her and she frowned. She parted her fingers and peeked through them. Matt. Her eye's widened
significantly as stuff started coming back to her. She remembered the dancing on him. She remembered
the kissing. She remembered doing something questionable to him at the table in the club. She
swallowed hard, trying to remember what exactly the fuck had happened once they'd got home but her
head was pounding too much to recall any memory other than the club. "Oh shit. Matt" she whispered.
He didn't move. "MATT" she said louder, punching the top of his arm a little too hard. "OW. What?"
he grumbled. "MATT WAKE UP" she hissed, still clutching her head as though she was scared it'd roll
off her neck if she let go of it. "I'M UP." he groaned, opening one eye and squinting at her. "What
happened last night?" she frowned. He sighed and shrugged a little. "I drank my body weight in
shots. How the fuck should I know? What do you remember?" He asked croakily as he pushed himself
into a sitting position. She glared at him. "Well....I remember being in the club. I remember using
you as a pole to dance on. I remember.....kissing...a lot. I remember...." she paused.
"Inappropriate conduct under the table." Matt frowned as though it was coming back to him.
"But....what happened when we got back here?" he muttered. Claire shrugged and let go of her head
then winced and grabbed it again. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. Did we......?" she asked,
biting her lip. He frowned as he thought about it then lifted the covers and peeked under. "Nope" he
said, shaking his head. "I still have pants on....and shoes. WHY are my shoes still on?" he
grumbled. Claire sighed with relief and nodded. "Alright. Good." she replied, flinging the covers
off her legs then squealing and pulling them back over her. "WHERE'S MY UNDERWEAR?" she yelped. Matt
frowned and looked confused. "Erm...hang on....I'm trying to remember" he muttered. He held up a
finger and pointed it around the room in different directions. "Over...............THERE" he said,
pointing to the window. Claire frowned. "My underwear is out the window?" she asked. He shook his
head. "No....they went behind the dresser when I threw them" he frowned, still thinking quickly.
Claire nodded slowly in complete disbelief. "And you threw them because....." she muttered. "Because
I....Oh god" he gulped looking at the finger that was pointing towards the window, then
straightening out the middle finger as well. Claire closed her eyes tight and shook her head. "Oh
Jesus" she muttered. Seeing those fingers brought back the memory of exactly why he'd throw her
underwear across the room. "Alright....I guess we need to talk about this" he sighed. Claire covered
her eyes and shook her head. "Not like that" she whined. "I was fucking BATTERED last night. I only
have a vague outline of what happened. SHIT" she groaned. He shuffled awkwardly. He didn't really
know what to say. He wasn't particularly upset about what he'd done but he was bothered about the
circumstances around it. He did like her a lot but he didn't want the first time anything happened
between them to be a drunken fumble that they could only vaguely recollect. "Ah shit. Look, I'm
gunna go shower and then we'll talk alright?" he sighed, running his fingers through her hair as she
shook her head, still in her hands. "Mmmkay" she muttered with a slight nod. She felt the bed move
as he got up then heard the door click as he walked out. She was MORTIFIED. She couldn't even look
at him, let alone talk to him about it. What would she say? It was always bad when you woke up and
realised you'd done something monumentally stupid with one of your good friends but it was even
worse when that close friend was someone you had feelings for. She quickly jumped out of bed and
found her missing clothes, pulling them on and heading downstairs. If she was going to have this
chat then she needed a strong coffee inside her and something to ease the thumping pain in her head.
She couldn't help but feel this wasn't going to be pretty. It wasn't exactly something they could
just laugh off. She had a strong feeling things were about to become VERY awkward between her and
Matt, a thought that she hated, and unfortunately she was right.
They had "the talk" but neither one of them could really look at the other. Matt tried taking the
blame, saying he was more sober than she was and he shouldn't have done anything with her in that
state but she just shook her head. "Matt, even in worse states than that, you wouldn't have had to
force me." she mumbled, avoiding his eyes as much as possible. She felt like an idiot and she felt
embarrassed. She wanted to run away from him for long enough to convince herself nothing had
happened because they both felt weird and uncomfortable. Probably because they weren't sure if it
was something they did because they'd wanted to or because they were both wasted. "Well....we were
drunk and....I dunno.....stupid. It was a mistake. Lets just forget it happened" Matt shrugged.
Claire frowned slightly. That hurt. As much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, hearing him
dismiss her like that was kind of painful. "It's no big deal. We've all fucked around with someone
we didn't mean to before." he added. Another blow to her already battered state. Yes it was a
drunken stupid thing to do but that didn't take anything away from the fact that she genuinely did
like him as way more than just a friend. "It didn't mean anything" he finished. She had to stop
herself from physically wincing at that one. She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at
him. "Yeah" she nodded. "Didn't mean anything." she said quietly. He nodded in agreement.
"We're.....like brother and sister. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking last night. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have......" he mumbled, not even being able to say it. Sister. That's what he thought of
her as. She frowned a little. "Wait a sec Matt....I'm sorry it happened while we were both fucked up
but....I'm not sorry it HAPPENED! Are you?" she whispered. He sighed and shrugged. "We don't wanna
fuck with the relationship we have." he mumbled. "We're good as we are. We're friends and I like it
like that. I don't want to change it" he said softly. Claire nodded. "Right....friends. Got it." she
mumbled. "Don't worry. Won't happen again" Matt avoided her eyes at all costs, he looked pretty much
anywhere but directly at her. "So....we're cool?" he asked. She nodded as she stood up. "Totally.
Don't even worry about it. Look...I'm beat so I'm gunna head home. Get a shower and crash for a bit"
she said. She didn't want to stay with him any longer for fear of bursting into tears. She had never
felt so rejected. "Oh..." he muttered, sounding a little shocked. "Alright. I guess I'll see you
later then" he mumbled. She nodded and ran upstairs to grab her stuff. She needed out of there and
fast. She knew it would be a bit of an awkward conversation to have with him but she honestly
thought they'd sort it out and maybe talk about changing their relationship a little and seeing what
happened. She thought that last night proved that he liked her the way she liked him but apparently
she'd been WAY off the mark. He was just drunk and horny and she was there. She felt totally spun
out. She needed to clear her head before she could even attempt to talk to him again because right
now she just felt like he'd kicked her in the gut. She fled from his house before Zack and Brian had
even got up. So...the truth was out. Matt thought of her as a sister. And it wasn't until she got
home that she allowed herself to really think about how that made her feel, and in all honesty, she
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