Too Many Doses And I'm Starting To Get An Attraction

The night progressed into the early hours of the morning. Everyone was drunk apart from me and Matthew was tipsy. Matthew seemed to have disappeared. Making my way to the kitchen I saw Deuce making out with some girl. Instantly my heart shattered. I couldn't stand being in the crowded house anymore. It seemed that the more I wanted to get out the more people got in my way. Finally I got out and started to make my way down the garden path.

 "Where are you going?" A familiar voice asked, I turned on my heel and saw that it was Matthew who asked.

 "Yeah, just needed some fresh air." I said lying through the skin of my teeth. I knew from the moment the words passed my lips he would be able to tell that I was lying. He can read me like a book. Simply he shrugged and opened his arms.

 "Hug?"

 "No thanks"

 "Are you sure?" His arms were still open. At first I hesitated but I ended up going into his arms that looked extremely inviting. Wrapping his arms around me he pulled me closer into his chest. Breathing in I took in his sent which was slightly tainted by alcohol. Gently his thumb rubbed against my arm causing a small smile to develop on my lips.

 "So are you going to tell me what's troubling you?" He asked after a while of silence between us.

 "It doesn't matter; it's just me being stupid"

 "Fine, if you say so" He knew that my mind was made up and I wasn't going to tell him. With my head still resting my head on his chest I listened to his heartbeat.

 "Do you want to spend the rest of the night at mine? We can make it like old times."

 "I'd love to" We made our way to his house. I hadn't visited his house seen as I've been helping Hollywood Undead with their album which has been taking up a lot of my time.

 Matthew turned on his heel to face me.

"So what did we used to do first?" I thought for a minute about what we used to do when he invited me over for sleepovers.

  "Drive you mum insane with the amount of talking we did" He chuckled slightly, I could tell from the expression that had formed on his face that he was thinking back, a slight smile was touching the edge of his lips. We talked for what seemed hours in the living room; I had a rant about how much Hollywood Undead were driving me up the wall and he had a rant about the rest of Avenged getting on his nerves at times. Afterwards we watched one of his many horror films, during which I started to feel time.

 "Bed time" Matthew exclaimed after he noticed me nodding off. Simply I nodded expecting him to move off of the sofa so I could bed down for the night. "Come on then" He said rising out of the chair, I gave him a questioning look. "Well we're making this like old times and you used to sleep in my room" I wasn't expecting him to come out with that but I went along with it. I never liked sleeping on couches anyway. When I reached his room I was pleasantly surprised, his room was actually clean. As a teenager his room was always extremely messy this resulted in me cleaning it if I stayed over for the night.

 "Now if I remember correctly you can't sleep on floors 'cause it gives you a bad back"

 "Correct"

 "Looks like you sharing with me without the door being open" I nodded, his mum used to always insist on the door being open because she thought if it wasn't something would go on between us.

 He stripped to his boxers and climbed into his bed. Making my way over to his closet I stumbled some of his weights but soon regained by balance. I heard a chuckle.

 "What?"

 "You've always been prone to accidents" I stuck my tongue out at him. Shaking his head with a smile he put his hands behind his head. I got a T-shirt out of his closet and changed into it making sure that Matthew was looking the other way. Soon I was in a deep sleep next to him despite his loud snoring.  

 Waking up I sat bolt right up in his bed after having a nightmare. Recently nightmares have been plaguing my dreams causing me lack of sleep. I felt Matthew sit up beside me in the darkness.

 "What's wrong?"

 "Nightmare" I simply said. He said nothing, just carefully pulled me down so I was lying back down and started to stroke my head. He was quite close to me; soon I was back in the land of nod.

Taster of new story I may write:

The Art of Subconscious Illusion

 Waking up the vampire slowly rose out of her bed after being woken by her human tenant. A low growl formed in her throat. Opening the room door she saw him grinning innocently. This instantly put her in a good mood. She brushed past him and went downstairs into the kitchen and started to make what was to her breakfast to make her look human. The food that she made tasted bland. All she wanted was blood. The tenant came bounding down the stairs like a five year old when it's Christmas eager to open the presents that have been laid under the Christmas tree. Jumping next to her he changed the channel on the TV. Slowly she breathed in his candy like sent. Temptation started to take over her body like a fire inside her. She could bite him within a second, taste his sweet blood and he wouldn't be able to stop her. Digging her nails into her arm trying to stop the temptation only made her lust for blood become more alive and thrive more inside. The time was coming to where she knew that she wouldn't be able to control herself.