AN: That's right, Katie's writing again~ I actually have half of the next chapter of TMN and the same of Lunar High typed up and will try to get them up tonight. But my muse was sort of dead, so I did one of these.

Also, yes, the song fits the beginning and end better. And I switched it from drugs to alcohol. DON'T JUDGE ME. XP

Me no own~

Pairings: Main Mathellis, mentions of Dameron, Von Pearce, Bremily, and SamKynleigh

"Will you put that down?" Ellis exclaimed, yanking a lamp out of Hannah's hands just in time for the older girl to collapse. The younger wasn't sure if she had blacked out or not, but, honestly, she had bigger problems to worry about. For the past hour, she had been running around, making sure no one broke anything, though she didn't understand why it had to be her responsibility, as it wasn't even her house. Granted, her "house" was a dorm room, but that was beside the point. No, they were in Bryce's basement, unsurprisingly, but she felt the need to ensure no one got hurt and the older man, who was currently in the middle of a very heated makeout session with one Maria Emilia Theresa Mendoza Vasquez, didn't wake up to his house being completely trashed.


The girl scowled and spun around, eyes automatically focusing on the one person who was both intentionally sitting down and fully clothed. "What? What do you want?" She was struggling to keep herself from growling, though she couldn't help but feel a bit relieved that the one-syllable nickname was relatively clear, especially considering who it was coming from.

He gestured for her to walk over to him and, after a moment's hesitation and quickly glancing around to make sure that everyone else was fairly occupied with each other, she did, plopping down on the floor, next to him, and leaning back against the wall with an annoyed sigh. "Matt, would you mind telling me why I'm the only one sober?" she asked, her voice coming out both annoyed and pissed off as she glared at the drink in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Because you're only twenty?" Much to her relief, there was only a slight slur to his words.

"Alex and Damian are younger than me!" she exclaimed, trying not to be offended. She knew he meant it innocently, but the mention of age, visual or otherwise, always bugged her.

He shrugged. "Well, he's… Alex, and I'm pretty sure that Cameron had something to do with Damo." He gestured over his shoulder, making Ellis look and immediately wince.

"Okay, I didn't just see that," she muttered, now somehow staring a hole into the ground while blinking furiously.

Matheus chuckled. "When you're around them enough, you start to get used to it.

She scoffed, gathering her dignity and calming herself down. "I can imagine." She looked at him, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. "Hey, how come you're so calm? I figured you'd be stripping on the counter by now."

He rolled his eyes. "Geez, you take your shirt off on TV one time and that's all people remember you for," he muttered to himself. He took a swig of his drink before looking back at her while she silently vowed to never show him a fanfiction where he wound up drunk. "Besides, I can actually hold my liquor, unlike half of them."

"Half?" she asked, skeptical. As far as she was concerned, they were all completely gone. Even McKynleigh had Samuel pinned against the wall.

"Yeah, some of them are exaggerating," the smaller boy said simply. "'Some' being Sam, Cam, and Linds. Not sure about Em." He looked at his drink and back up at Ellis like he would have taken a sip if he didn't think she would slap him.

"Why would…?" she started before actually looking around the room and cringing. "Um, nevermind. I think I'm just won't look up anymore." She focused back on him, expecting some crack about how she had an excuse to stare at his face. And she had to admit, it wasn't really a bad thing to have to focus on, but she knew she would wind up rolling her eyes. She always did.

"I feel sorry for you," he said, looking completely serious as he took another swig, putting his partial worry aside.

She looked down at him, surprised. "What's up with you today? You're usually the one bouncing off of the walls."

He scoffed. "I'm drunk, El. Drinking's supposed to make you act the opposite of how you normally are, but I think it really just shows your true colors. Hence everyone hooking up with who they actually like instead of just who's next to them." He glanced around the room, muttered something about Von Pearce, and sighed, looking back down at the drink in his hand. "And that's why, when I drink, I usually drink a lot."

She raised an eyebrow. "Meaning…?"

"Meaning I wanna forget most things that…" He trailed off, shook his head, sighed again, and stared at his drink for a moment before finally setting it off to the side. "Nevermind. Whatever. It's nothing." His repetition made her even more skeptical than she already was, but she wasn't going to push. He looked back up at her, his eyes finally actually meeting hers, making her realize just how dead his were. "Anyway, what about you? You seem more annoyed than usual."

This time she really did roll her eyes, though the action was followed by a heavy sigh.
"It's nothing… It's just, um, my boyfriend dumped me this morning, so…" She shrugged like it didn't matter, but looked away and didn't see the confusion on her castmate's face.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." His voice was quieter than it had been, which was already uncharacteristically low.

"Yeah, well," she started, trying to sound nonchalant and not noticing the slight disappointment in his voice that he would have covered up much better if he was completely sober. "We were only dating for a few days."

Matheus was silent for a moment before asking, "Did you like him?" His voice seemed to be getting quieter with every line and he knew it was a stupid question. If she didn't like him, why the hell would she have been dating him?

She chuckled half-heartedly. "Not really. He's just… Well, he's the only guy to ever ask me out, you know? I mean, he only did it to get closer to my roommate, so I guess it doesn't count, but…" She trailed off, her eyes on the ground.

Matheus shook his head to himself. "Idiot…" he muttered, simply thinking out loud, luckily quietly enough for her not to hear him. He raised his voice a bit to get her attention. "Hey, El?"

She looked back up at him, only for his mouth to crash into hers. She froze, her eyes widening in shock. It was sloppy and a bit too desperate on his end, but she couldn't help but kiss back, the change in song that she barely noticed somehow fitting the spark that she almost wanted to blame on the alcohol, out of surprise, despite the fact that she was the sober one.

"Yep," she said quietly, breathing a bit too heavily, when he pulled away several moments later. "You're definitely drunk."

He shrugged easily, though he was smiling a bit. "I've wanted to do that for a while now. Being…" He thought for a brief second. "More than a year."

She stared at him in disbelief. He had to be kidding, or confused from the alcohol. "Are you…?"

He nodded, though he was starting to fidget a bit, remembering why he hadn't actually done it before, the fear of her turning him down flat and never talking to him again cutting sharply through his mild haze.

Instead, though, she placed one hand on his shoulder, making him look back up just as she pressed her lips back against his, though it was softer than his kiss – which was her first, if she didn't count the one onstage in We're Not Gonna Take It. Which she didn't, though she had been amused to hear half of her castmates say that she looked like a great kisser. He'd avoided saying anything at the time, but he was definitely agreeing with them now.

"I… sort of have been, too," she admitted as she pulled back. He was silent, completely unsure of what to say. Luckily, she saved him from having to think of anything as she finally heard what song was playing as the music entered the second verse. "Oh, God, this song." She started snickering. "Good thing Alex is down for the count."

"You mean Unique," Matheus corrected, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. The younger boy was currently passed out next to Hannah, but neither of the pair payed him any mind as the older slowly stood up, slightly unsteady on his feet, but quickly adjusting himself and holding out a hand to the girl still sitting against the wall. "You wanna dance?"

She scoffed, though she was still smiling, as well, grabbed it, and pulled herself up. "Of course, Matt."

AN: OH, LOOK. MATHELLIS. AGAIN. At least I got my muse back. XP