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Everything I've Known	By : SolusNemo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > MEST Views: 1114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of MEST. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Two: Behind Blue Eyes

If I swallow anything evil,
Put your finger down my throat.
If I shiver, please give me a blanket.
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat.

Matt called to the bartender for another beer, shifting in his stool before looking back to Abigail. “Bad day?”

Abigail scoffed, “That’s an understatement.” She let her eyes wander to her wedding ring; a gold band above a diamond engagement ring; she always hated diamonds.

“How so?” Matt asked, refilling Abigail’s glass for her. “Fired from your job or something?”

She shook her head. “See this ring?” She held up her left hand for the male to see, “Eight years and the guy cheated on me four times. Four. I’m an idiot for staying with him after the first, aren’t I?”

Figures, Matt thought. “You let ’em do it once and they’ll just keep doing it.”

“You sound like my mother.” Abigail stated before taking a long sip of her drink.

“Is that a bad thing?” Matt questioned cocking an eyebrow.

Abigail smiled dryly, “Only if you say things like that; she’s big on advice... the kind that she should’ve told you before you did something.”

“Oh. My mom’s not like that. She’s the cool mom that everyone on the block wanted to be around, you know, the ‘but I want her to my mom!’ mom.” Matt laughed softly, his eyes stealing glances at Abigail. She’s married, Lovato, it’s not like you’re ever going to get a chance with her. No matter how drunk or sober she is, He kicked himself mentally realizing that he was pulled into a trap again. He always knew he fell for girls too easily, but this case was absolutely ridiculous. One look at her amber hair, that cream colored skin and he was hooked. She wasn’t gorgeous (she wasn’t all that pretty either), but there was a sort of glow that drew him in, a need to get a closer look at her; kind of like an abstract painting.

“You’re lucky then.” Abigail returned Matt’s laugh, looking at him briefly. “I was dropped into one of those overrated, controlling families. Enough about that, though.” She added. “What are you doing here?”

Matt shook his head slightly to rid his wandering thoughts, “Tour. I’m in a band and we’re just driving through, we’ll be here for a few days.”

“A band, huh?”

“Mest. Maybe you’ve heard of us?”

She stayed silent for a minute as she thought, “I think I’ve heard of you guys... I’m more into the heavier stuff, myself.”

He chuckled, “That’s good to know. I can’t go anywhere without being mobbed by 12-year-olds.”

“Better than being stopped on the street and stared at for ten minutes at a time.”

“What do you do? For a living, I mean.” He smirked and added, “Wannabe porn star or something.”

Abigail shook her head, finishing off her beer in a relatively large gulp. “Metal artist, welder, whatever you want to call it.”

“Did you do that... that thing in front of the huge building downtown?”

“You mean the museum?” She laughed, “I wish. It was made way back when I was still in grade school.”

Matt blushed looking down at his lap, “[I’m] sorry.”

“Don’t be, unless you’re from around here.”

They continued to talk for a while, for what seemed like days, laughing and having a good time. Eventually, with the two ordering drinks for each other, Matt gets hammered with Abigail a few glasses behind. It wasn’t like her to get drunk, she knew how affectionate she was when she had too many drunks in her, but she was finally having a decent time with someone and figured what the Hell? It wasn’t like her to play a few drinking games, but she thought that she needed to unwind a little and have some fun. It wasn’t like her to go out on the dance floor, not even with Brennan, and press her body against some one else’s but, she felt like dancing and since Matt asked... And it wasn’t like her to wind of kissing a man out on that dance floor, but by this time she let her emotions drive her.

Matt, knowing what he was doing probably wasn’t the best thing in the world, kept kissing the woman in front of him passionately. The kiss tasted like strawberries and beer, thousands of sparks going off at the back of his mind and a feeling he wanted only more of. Neither of them were drunk now, the snogging had quickly sobered them up.

She was the first to pull away, her knees like Jell-O and her eyes unable to move away from his. For a few seconds Abigail had no idea how to form words and when she was able to, she certainly wasn’t a particularly willing participant of what came out of her mouth. “Do you want to... get out of here. I can barely hear myself think in here.”

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They went to Matt’s hotel, able to keep their hands off each other until they got to the second floor corridor. The rings on Abigail’s finger didn’t seem to be there at all to them, let alone thinking that a man named Brennan Lynch ever existed. Right about now it was like they were both on a drug, a drug that they had to have that very instant or something bad would happen.

Matt struggled with the key card, trying to open room 180 while swapping sip with Abigail. Eventually the door unlocked and, as he pushed down on the door handle and it swung open, they nearly fell back into the hotel room.

She shut the door with her foot, letting Matt lead her to the bed. Her eyes opened when he stopped walking, his calves up against the foot of the bed. Looking up at him, her mind silent of any thoughts, she let her hands gingerly touch Matt’s belt buckle. Abigail’s hands then slipped under the latter’s shirt and up his chest. The fabric gathered around her wrists and when she reached Matt’s neck he held his arms up so that she could pull it off him.

By the time the black tee-shirt had hit the floor their lips were together again, Matt sitting down on the mattress and pulling Abigail onto his lap; his hands on her ass and moving their way up. He could feel Abigail sliding further up his lap, her hips grinding into his. Suddenly, just as his hands moved around to grab the woman’s chest, everything stopped. He opened his eyes to see Abigail moving off of him.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this.” Abigail said, she couldn’t look him in the eye.

Matt couldn’t say anything, his mind was spinning and struggling to comprehend what just happened.

“I’m married and... I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right...”

She shook her head, handing Matt back his shirt. “No it’s not. I never should have even accepted that drink. I’d be a hypocrite if I slept with you, I’d be everything I always yelled at Brennan he was when he cheated on me.”

“But he did this to you four times. The world isn’t going to end if something happened between us. The guy doesn’t deserve to have a woman like you, let alone one at all.”

Abigail made an effort to look at Matt, “I don’t care if he cheats on me four hundred times. I made vows and I have to keep them. I love him.”

Matt nodded slowly, playing with his shirt with his hands. “If you ever want to talk I’m here.”

She smiled softly, “Thanks.”

“Do you want to stay here? I can pull out the couch.”

“I really ought to get back home.” She declined gathering her purse and leaving the room, kicking herself for what she’d done.

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She shut the door quietly and hung her hand bag on the coat tree, feeling like Death and wishing for the warm bed.

“You’re back [early].” Brennan stated happily, standing in front of the bedroom door scratching an itch on his head. He got out of bed for a drink of water and saw Abigail enter the apartment when he reached the door.

“Don’t I always come back early? You know I can’t manage to stay away too long.” She needed to take a shower, she felt like there were fifteen layers of dirt on her skin. “Do you mind if I take a shower before bed?” But she hurried over to the bathroom before her husband could answer.

When she had taken her shower, the hot water nearly burning off her skin, she get into her night clothes and dumped the outfit she wore earlier into the hamper. She climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her body and resting on her left side, her back to Brennan. She shut her eyes as Brennan snuggled up to her, his right arm draping across her side and his hand resting on her abdomen. Her stomach lurched as she felt the man’s breath on her neck, something that her stomach never usually did.

Though she was tired, she would lay there for hours staring at the far wall. She was debating with herself about what she should have done; did she really do the right thing or should she have paid attention to that feeling at the pit of her stomach? Soon she sighed, put her hand on Brennan’s and gently lifted his arm up, just enough so that she could carefully get out of bed without waking him up... which was an impossibility because he was a light sleeper.

“Where are you going?” He mumbled groggily, squinting to see Abigail in the dark.

“I can’t sleep so I’m going to go to the studio and work on something.”

“But it’s so early... the sun hasn’t even come up yet.”

Abigail went over to the closet and got out a pair of pants, “That’s when I work the best, you know that.” She responded. “I shouldn’t be gone too long, but if I’m not back by the time you go to work...” She walked back to the bed and leaned down to kiss Brennan shortly.

With a shrug Brennan rolled over onto his stomach and gave a small wave.

Of course she wasn’t actually going to go all the way downtown to her studio, but Abigail had always held bizarre hours for going down there to work. She left the apartment again with only her purse and a pair of pants with a tank top on; it was still summer and the nights were hotter than the days. She found a taxi on the street and told the driver where to go, shocking herself by remembering what hotel Matt was actually staying in. It didn’t take that long to arrive at the destination, which Abigail hated because she wanted to have a few more minutes for her stomach to unknot. Thanking the driver she paid him the amount for the drive and got out of the cab, biting her lip and walking straight into the hotel.

At first she made the mistake of going to room 108, needless to say that didn’t bode too well with the business woman who was staying in that room. But after her cheeks returned to their normal shade, Abigail found her way to room 180 and hesitated before knocking.

The door opened several minutes later. Matt rubbed his eyes and fought back a yawn as he tried to focus on the person out in the hall. “For God’s sake, it’s three in the morning!” His voiced died out as he saw Abigail standing like a fool in the middle of the bath of light caused by the dim light fixtures in the corridor.

She took at breath and stood up fully, but still having to stand up on her toes, and leaned forward to place her lips against his.
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