I'm not really sure if this is a Girl/Matt friendship fic, or a Girl/Josh heartbreak fic. But it's awesome anyway, so whatever. XD
Disclaimer: Marianas Trench are not men from my imagination, nor are they bound and gagged in my closet, without any clothes. So, yeah. Unfortunately, I don't own them. They're not mine.
(But how fucking amazing would it be if they were?)

Warnings: Possible Language, Drunk Mike, and Some Broken Glass. Enjoy! :)

The sound of shattering glass echoed around in my head as Josh stormed from the room, slamming doors and cursing under his breath. I took a deep breath, trying hard not to cry as I crawled over to the broken remains of the photograph. My heart split into even more pieces then the glass when I realized which picture it was:

It was our wedding photo.

A shard of glass cut into my arm as I looked at the torn picture, but I brushed it off without much regard for the pain. Honestly, a cinderblock could've fallen on my face, and it would still hurt less then the pain in my chest. As carefully as I could, I picked up the shards of the picture frame, managing to throw them out without cutting myself again. I walked back over to the photo, picking the pieces up gently. It was only torn twice, leaving it in four pieces, but I still wasn't sure what to do with it. Really, what was the point in keeping a torn photo?

After a few more minutes of contemplating, I tossed the photo aside without much care. Josh ripped it, Josh could deal with it. I stared at the pieces as they fluttered to the floor, a few tears running down my face. Standing there, I subconsciously ran through the past few minutes in my head, finally beginning to cry as I ran from the house and into the rain.

It was freezing outside, lightning lighting up the sky every few seconds. I ignored the cold, only focusing on trying to get myself to stop crying.

I walked up the road for a while, my boots slowly filling with water. Finally, when my fingers were almost numb and I couldn't take another step, I collapsed onto the curb, exhaustion getting the better of me. Tears mixing with rain, I pulled my phone from my pocket, ad quickly dialed, unable to spend anymore time in the rain.

Luckily, my call was picked up almost instantly. "Hello?"

"M-Matt? It's me."

"Quinn? What's wrong? Are you crying?"

"It's J-Josh." I sniffled.

"Are you okay?"

"Not really. Do-do you think you could come pick me up?"

"Of course. You're at home?"

"Um, no. I'm several blocks away from home. D-down the street from the beach."

"WHAT? Quinn, it's raining. And midnight."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I'm sorry your husband is such an asshole."

I smiled slightly. "Me too."

There was some commotion on the other line, an I heard Matt say, "Mike, let go of me. I have to go get Quinn."

I blinked, but before I could say anything, Mike slurred, "Can I come?"

"What?" Matt said.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"But-"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

Matt sighed, and his attention returned to the phone. "Quinn, do you-"

"What the hell is Mike doing at your house?" I asked.

"He is DRUNK."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. He just showed up at my house like that. I couldn't let him leave, but wow. He is a very clingy drunk. And he keeps calling me 'Matty'...

I managed to laugh through my tears.

"Anyway," Matt said, "I'll be there as fast as I can. And I'll have Mike with me."

"Thank you," I whispered, before hanging up.

Matt, possibly the nicest most awesome mam on the face of the Earth, found me in minutes. He pulled up to the curb and jumped out of the car. "There you are." He smiled at me. "Care for a lift?"

"Very much." I took Matt's extended hand, and stood up. He helped me into the car, following suit and jumping in behind the wheel.

As soon as we entered the car, Mike sat up in the back seat, leaning forward so he was between Matt and I. He looked at me. "Hi."

"Hi."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fighting with Josh."

"Why?"

"I wish I knew."

As we drove, Matt decided it would be best if I spent the night at his house. I protested, not wanting to impose, but I was also ignored.

Once we got there, Matt barely managed to stagger through the door before he passed out.

Matt shut the door before stepping over him. "Just ignore him."

Together, we made our way to the living room, where Matt sat down and pulled me into his lap. "Do you think you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine," I said, laying my head against his chest.

"You can stay with me as long as you need to," he told me.

"Thanks," I sighed.

We sat in silence for a while, me drawing comfort from just being with him, until I drifted to sleep. My rest was fitful, my dreams haunted my shattered glass and torn pictures.

Tada! I know Mike has absolutely no purpose, but I was bored. :D