Post by Clazz on Jul 13, 2004 10:22:25 GMT -5
James/Charlie slash. Kim, you may like this haha.
A stifled giggle came from Matt's room as Charlie walked past to get to his. There was something familiar about that laugh - it was a girl. Maybe just sounded like a girl he knew.
He was about to open his bedroom door, when the girl let out a moan - now that definitely sounded familiar. Charlie listened intently, trying to identify the owner of the voice.
'Ohhh, mm, Matt..'
Charlie's eyes widened. It couldn't be. Could it? He rushed downstairs to find James moonwalking around the small kitchen. He stopped and looked at Charlie's sullen face.
'Oi, cheer up mate, it might never happen.'
'I think it just has.'
James stopped and put on a face of seriousness. 'Come on, tell Uncle Jimbob.'
Charlie laughed, before frowning again. 'James, do you know who Matt's with?'
'No idea. Why?'
'Cause.. well.. oh God, supposing I'm wrong? But I swear to god it sounds like he's fucking MY GIRLFRIEND!'
'Er, Charlie. Are you OK? Seriously, do you think Matt would do that?'
Charlie thought for a second. 'No.. no, I suppose you're right,' he agreed. 'It sounded like her though.. so much. I guess I'm just overreacting.'
---
Matt couldn't help but feel guilty. He'd just screwed his best friend's girlfriend - he had been out for the night, drinking as usual, when he'd bumped into her.
Except this time, he took it too far. 'Fuck.' He kicked the edge of his bed. Thought about what he had done. Wondered how he would get over this guilt. Prayed that Charlie wouldn't find out what he'd done.
---
'Where's Matt?'
James looked up at Charlie from the TV. 'Gone out.. bloody Beer Matt.'
Charlie grinned. 'So how are you and Kara?'
'Yeah, we're great. How about Camilla?'
'Hmm.' Charlie thought for a moment, concern growing across his friend's face. 'Well, I mean we're fine, you know, but I still have this feeling about the other night.'
'Oh, come on. Matt just would NOT do that. We've both known him long enough to know that. Quit worrying.' He smiled.
There was a crash upstairs, indicating the return of Matt with another bird he'd picked up.
'God, where does he get these girls from?!' Charlie exclaimed.
'We'll never know. Anyway, I think I'll stick to my one, much easier.' They both laughed.
---
No. Not again. Fucking hell, what am I DOING?! That's both of them. But they were so good.. he almost envied his two friends. He snapped back to reality.
He sat, muttering to himself. 'NO, Mr Beer Matt. No more drinks for you.'
'Hey mateage, you alright?'
Matt stood up, startled, guilt waving over him again. 'Yo.'
'So what's your secret?' - Matt's eyes popped out of his head - 'I mean, how do you get all these girls?' Matt sighed with relief, although guilt still remained.
'Oh, er, I.. you know.. pick them up. At bars and stuff. It's er, a bit stupid really.'
Charlie nodded. 'You missed this thing on TV. Interview with Kelly Osbourne -'
'- oh dear Lord, help us!' Matt exclaimed.
'No, wait for it.' Charlie continued. 'The interviewer mentioned us, and she actually apologised, cause she said she's seen us playing live, and she wants to take back everything she said about us.'
Matt snorted, before bursting into hysterics. 'I do honestly think' - laugh - 'that is the first time' - laugh - 'that she has been nice about ANYONE!' He punched the air. 'Woo, yeah.'
Charlie gave him an uneasy smile. 'Anyway, yeah, I thought I should tell you about that.'
---
'I thought he said he wasn't going to drink again?' James watched as Matt walked out of the door.
'Hmm. Anything good on TV?'
'Nah, not really.' James picked up his acoustic and strummed the first song that came into his head. 'You feel like writing?'
Charlie grinned. 'Yeah, OK.'
---
Their new song was interrupted by the usual bang upstairs as Matt made like a missile through his bedroom window to the floor, along with tonight's girl.
'You know, I don't want to sound like a pervert, but I might see if he's got a hot chick,' James giggled.
'Oh my God, yeah.. threesomes.'
The pair burst into laughter. 'Come on,' James whispered. 'Let's go.'
They tip toed up the stairs towards Matt's bedroom. Or rather, love room. James peered through the keyhole to see the back of a naked girl.
'Oooooh.'
Charlie covered his nose and mouth with his hoodie and held in a laugh. 'Anything good?'
'Yeah, it's -' A look of dismay came over James' face. He opened the door and screamed, 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!'
Matt, who had his back turned to the door, whirled around. Rage fired in James' eyes, and Charlie stepped forward to see what was going on.
'FUCKING HELL..' he started, not quite sure what to say. He stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open, completely shocked.
It was James who broke the silence. 'You fucker. I can't fucking believe you! You know what? Charlie suspected this, he mentioned it to me, and you know what I did? I stuck up for you. I said 'no no, Matt wouldn't do that.' And I walk in here, and there's YOU, on a fucking bed, about to fuck BOTH of our girlfriends! You are one fucked up loser.' He turned to Kara. 'And as for YOU! What the fuck are you doing with HIM!?'
Kara opened her mouth to speak, before bursting into tears. 'Fuck, what AM I doing?'
'You're being a fucking whore, that's what.'
'James..'
'I really do NOT want to hear it. It's over. Really, over.' Tears rolled down James' cheeks as he spoke, anger making him feel as if he was about to burst. He clenched his fists, and decided to storm out of the room before violence took over.
'Camilla, fuck..' Charlie managed.
'Oh God. It's o-over?'
'For now. Until I sort myself out.' He, too, started to cry silently. He felt torn inside, like someone had ripped his heart out and stuck it back down his throat. 'I can't fucking believe this. Any of this. Matt, you go and fuck who you bloody like, see if I care.' He turned to escape from this hell.
'Excuse me, but why were you spying on me anyway?!'
'ACTUALLY, *I* wasn't! I didn't have anything to do with this - you'll have to ask James about that one. And somehow I don't think he'd appreciate your presence right now. And neither do I.' With that, he walked out of the door to look for James.
'FUCK IT!!' Matt punched the wall, tears pouring down his cheeks. 'UGH JAMES IS FUCKING RIGHT, I AM A FUCKED UP LOSER!'
'No.. you were drunk. Oh fuck, I'm going home.' Kara hastily pulled on her clothes and left the room quickly. Camilla followed suit.
Matt jumped onto his bed, pulling the covers over his head, letting all his feelings go in his tears. He had a feeling this was going to be a long, miserable night.
A stifled giggle came from Matt's room as Charlie walked past to get to his. There was something familiar about that laugh - it was a girl. Maybe just sounded like a girl he knew.
He was about to open his bedroom door, when the girl let out a moan - now that definitely sounded familiar. Charlie listened intently, trying to identify the owner of the voice.
'Ohhh, mm, Matt..'
Charlie's eyes widened. It couldn't be. Could it? He rushed downstairs to find James moonwalking around the small kitchen. He stopped and looked at Charlie's sullen face.
'Oi, cheer up mate, it might never happen.'
'I think it just has.'
James stopped and put on a face of seriousness. 'Come on, tell Uncle Jimbob.'
Charlie laughed, before frowning again. 'James, do you know who Matt's with?'
'No idea. Why?'
'Cause.. well.. oh God, supposing I'm wrong? But I swear to god it sounds like he's fucking MY GIRLFRIEND!'
'Er, Charlie. Are you OK? Seriously, do you think Matt would do that?'
Charlie thought for a second. 'No.. no, I suppose you're right,' he agreed. 'It sounded like her though.. so much. I guess I'm just overreacting.'
---
Matt couldn't help but feel guilty. He'd just screwed his best friend's girlfriend - he had been out for the night, drinking as usual, when he'd bumped into her.
Except this time, he took it too far. 'Fuck.' He kicked the edge of his bed. Thought about what he had done. Wondered how he would get over this guilt. Prayed that Charlie wouldn't find out what he'd done.
---
'Where's Matt?'
James looked up at Charlie from the TV. 'Gone out.. bloody Beer Matt.'
Charlie grinned. 'So how are you and Kara?'
'Yeah, we're great. How about Camilla?'
'Hmm.' Charlie thought for a moment, concern growing across his friend's face. 'Well, I mean we're fine, you know, but I still have this feeling about the other night.'
'Oh, come on. Matt just would NOT do that. We've both known him long enough to know that. Quit worrying.' He smiled.
There was a crash upstairs, indicating the return of Matt with another bird he'd picked up.
'God, where does he get these girls from?!' Charlie exclaimed.
'We'll never know. Anyway, I think I'll stick to my one, much easier.' They both laughed.
---
No. Not again. Fucking hell, what am I DOING?! That's both of them. But they were so good.. he almost envied his two friends. He snapped back to reality.
He sat, muttering to himself. 'NO, Mr Beer Matt. No more drinks for you.'
'Hey mateage, you alright?'
Matt stood up, startled, guilt waving over him again. 'Yo.'
'So what's your secret?' - Matt's eyes popped out of his head - 'I mean, how do you get all these girls?' Matt sighed with relief, although guilt still remained.
'Oh, er, I.. you know.. pick them up. At bars and stuff. It's er, a bit stupid really.'
Charlie nodded. 'You missed this thing on TV. Interview with Kelly Osbourne -'
'- oh dear Lord, help us!' Matt exclaimed.
'No, wait for it.' Charlie continued. 'The interviewer mentioned us, and she actually apologised, cause she said she's seen us playing live, and she wants to take back everything she said about us.'
Matt snorted, before bursting into hysterics. 'I do honestly think' - laugh - 'that is the first time' - laugh - 'that she has been nice about ANYONE!' He punched the air. 'Woo, yeah.'
Charlie gave him an uneasy smile. 'Anyway, yeah, I thought I should tell you about that.'
---
'I thought he said he wasn't going to drink again?' James watched as Matt walked out of the door.
'Hmm. Anything good on TV?'
'Nah, not really.' James picked up his acoustic and strummed the first song that came into his head. 'You feel like writing?'
Charlie grinned. 'Yeah, OK.'
---
Their new song was interrupted by the usual bang upstairs as Matt made like a missile through his bedroom window to the floor, along with tonight's girl.
'You know, I don't want to sound like a pervert, but I might see if he's got a hot chick,' James giggled.
'Oh my God, yeah.. threesomes.'
The pair burst into laughter. 'Come on,' James whispered. 'Let's go.'
They tip toed up the stairs towards Matt's bedroom. Or rather, love room. James peered through the keyhole to see the back of a naked girl.
'Oooooh.'
Charlie covered his nose and mouth with his hoodie and held in a laugh. 'Anything good?'
'Yeah, it's -' A look of dismay came over James' face. He opened the door and screamed, 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!'
Matt, who had his back turned to the door, whirled around. Rage fired in James' eyes, and Charlie stepped forward to see what was going on.
'FUCKING HELL..' he started, not quite sure what to say. He stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open, completely shocked.
It was James who broke the silence. 'You fucker. I can't fucking believe you! You know what? Charlie suspected this, he mentioned it to me, and you know what I did? I stuck up for you. I said 'no no, Matt wouldn't do that.' And I walk in here, and there's YOU, on a fucking bed, about to fuck BOTH of our girlfriends! You are one fucked up loser.' He turned to Kara. 'And as for YOU! What the fuck are you doing with HIM!?'
Kara opened her mouth to speak, before bursting into tears. 'Fuck, what AM I doing?'
'You're being a fucking whore, that's what.'
'James..'
'I really do NOT want to hear it. It's over. Really, over.' Tears rolled down James' cheeks as he spoke, anger making him feel as if he was about to burst. He clenched his fists, and decided to storm out of the room before violence took over.
'Camilla, fuck..' Charlie managed.
'Oh God. It's o-over?'
'For now. Until I sort myself out.' He, too, started to cry silently. He felt torn inside, like someone had ripped his heart out and stuck it back down his throat. 'I can't fucking believe this. Any of this. Matt, you go and fuck who you bloody like, see if I care.' He turned to escape from this hell.
'Excuse me, but why were you spying on me anyway?!'
'ACTUALLY, *I* wasn't! I didn't have anything to do with this - you'll have to ask James about that one. And somehow I don't think he'd appreciate your presence right now. And neither do I.' With that, he walked out of the door to look for James.
'FUCK IT!!' Matt punched the wall, tears pouring down his cheeks. 'UGH JAMES IS FUCKING RIGHT, I AM A FUCKED UP LOSER!'
'No.. you were drunk. Oh fuck, I'm going home.' Kara hastily pulled on her clothes and left the room quickly. Camilla followed suit.
Matt jumped onto his bed, pulling the covers over his head, letting all his feelings go in his tears. He had a feeling this was going to be a long, miserable night.