A/N: Someone please help me. I would swear that I wrote this into the plotline, but after reading over the story, I can't seem to find it. Maybe I wrote it in and deleted it before I published because I didn't like how it came out, and I simply don't remember deleting it. If you know where it is in the story, please point me to it. Did I not give Vicki a job at The Grill?

It was when he returned to the cab of his truck that Matt realized he'd left his sister alone with Tyler. Fuck. The tension between those two lately wouldn't surmount to anything good. Maybe Jeremy was right. Maybe Matt hadn't thought this through.

Matt twisted the key, sending his old truck roaring to life as he dispelled that thought. He couldn't let Tyler leave, not if he could stop it. Vicki would simply have to cope for a while. He was driving to his side of Mystic Falls when he spotted a familiar little black SUV. And Mason Lockwood climbing into it with none other than Logan Fell. Matt slowed down a bit at he rolled by, watching them.

What was it with those two? Mason had never said why Logan had helped them. Tyler hadn't given him the chance. But from the look of them and their laughing faces as they claimed into the truck, they appeared to be best buds.

You should follow them, Matt's little Tyler shoulder devil said deviously as the truck pulled out in front of Matt. Go see what they're up to.

No, his little angel chimed in. You should go home and check on your sister.

But those two look so suspicious, don't they? You should stalk them and figure out why Logan helped you guys.

Clearly, they're good friends. Logan helped you out of the kindness of his heart. You should follow your heart, go home, and see about your sister.

Matt considered it for a second, watching the little SUV gain distance in front of him. And despite all of the trouble Tyler had gotten them into this far, he listened to his shoulder devil, and did what Tyler would do. Instead of going straight, and following the main road home, Matt turned in behind the SUV, following it instead.

He'd never tailed anyone before, but he tried to do what he'd seen in movies. Don't get too close keep a car in between if possible. It wasn't. There was no else in the road but them. So he simply had to let the little SUV stay a good block ahead of him.

After maybe three turns, and a mile drive, Matt had almost decided to call it quits. The houses were growing nicer and further apart and the trees were becoming more dense while little black SUV still drove on. Where were they going? Matt pulled into the driveway of a the next home, having decided to turn around, when he saw the truck slow down about a quarter of a mile ahead of him and pull into a driveway as well.

A house? They were going to someone's house? He watched the two of them climb out of the SUV and up the marble steps of the walkway.

Logan's house, Matt's discovered as he watched the man unlock the door.

There. You've discovered their destination. Now go home. Go get some sleep.

No waaaay man! You've gotta go see what they're up to!

Matt debated with himself for a full two minutes, his little shoulder devil winning out in the end once again, the little angel shaking his head disdainfully.

Matt backed out of the driveway and parked alongside the road little further down, but not so close that they would see and notice his truck, then he crouched outside the nice house (of course Logan Fell had a nice house) like a cat burglar, stumbling along and clandestinely peering through windows all the way.

"You're totally trespassing, Matt," he mumbled to himself as he crept along. "You could get arrested for this." What would Sheriff Forbes say? But that thought didn't stop him from glancing through the next window. Empty kitchen.

Where had they gone? Matt was certain that he'd seen them go inside. Had they gone into the back yard? Into the basement? He peeped through the fourth window like a creep and what he saw froze him, his eyes fell out of his head. Mason Lockwood was bent over the dining room table for Logan Fell. Both of their jeans were pulled down their thighs, lower halves exposed and….

Tyler's perfect ass must run in the Lockwood's genes because Mason's was round, plump and glorious. It looked amazing, especially with the way being bent over made his luscious cheeks spread wide and revealing. Matt could see his little hole being stretched by Logan's fat dick. It slid into the tiny hole, stretching it, abusing it. He could see Mason's muscles clutching at the thick appendage while Logan pumped away, dominating the larger man.

Logan gripped the Mason's muscular hips firmly while he thrusted into him, making the man take all off his long rod. The hole and Logan's impressive cock shined with lube, making the strokes appear smooth and effortless. Mason's gorgeous ass cheeks giggled a bit each time Logan's hips slapped into them and the frequency of the swift strokes made the ass shake constantly. Mason's jaw hung open while he took it, obviously feeling immense pleasure. He backed back onto the dick in an attempt to take more.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Matt mumbled, swiftly squatting back below the window sill before he could be spotted. "Why am I always witnessing these things?"

Had you listened to me, his little shoulder angel said pompously. You could've saved yourself the indignity. You still can. Leave. Now.

This time, Matt obeyed. He tucked away the bit of integrity he had left and scampered away from the house.

—

"What the fuck, Matt?!" He hadn't even made it through the front door properly before she'd snapped at him. "What in the actual fuck? He is not staying here." Vicki folded her arms in defiance, lips pressed into a tight knot.

Matt sighed from exhaustion. He hadn't slept in almost 24 hours and he had just witnessed his best friend's uncle taking it up the ass by a handsome news anchor. He just couldn't deal at the moment.

"It's just for a little while Vicki," Matt said compassionately, trying to empathise with his sister. "Just until his parents see sense. Are you really this angry with him? If it's any consolation, I asked him to not sleep with you anymore. He is kind of my best friend and you are kind of my sister."

"And I'm kind of right here," Tyler said. "Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room."

"Fuck you," Vicki snapped.

"Fuck you!" Tyler snapped back.

Vicki spun in him, snarling.

"Okay, okay," Matt huffed, diffusing things before they could get ugly… er. "Vicki," Matt stated firmly. "Tyler staying here. I'm sorry. Tyler. You have to be nice to Vicki. This is her house too."

"Damn right it is," she snapped.

"Only if she's nice to me," Tyler countered defiantly, folding his arms.

"Tyler," Matt pressed, glaring at the boy.

"Fine…" he huffed. "I'll try to be nice."

"Whatever." Vicki curled her lip in a disgusted way and stormed off to her room, sliding the door behind her, so hard it rattled the walls, sending a bit of dust trickling down from the ceiling.

"She'll get used to you being around," Matt huffed, staring at the closed door. "Hopefully."

"Yeah. Hopefully. So I talked to Mason. He still thinks it would be best if I went away with him, but unlike Dad, he's not going to force me."

"Well at least someone's day is going relatively good," Matt mumbled. "Speaking off your uncle. I caught him fucking Logan Fell."

"Wait—what?" That had clearly caught him of guard. He looked like Matt had just insulted him.

"Yeah. I'm dead ass." And Matt went into his story of stalking Mason.

"You stalked my uncle?" Tyler asks indignantly.

"Is that all you got out of that story?" Matt countered incredulously. "I saw the man taking a thick one up the ass and that's what you have to say?"

"I just… I can't believe that. Mason's like… a lady killer."

"Well so are you," Matt replied pointedly, smirking for emphasis.

"Good point," he agreed. "But I can settle this." And he dug his phone out of his pocket. He swiped and tapped at the screen a few times before slipping it up to his ear.

"Mason?" Pause. "Hey what's up? Are you fucking Logan Fell?" Matt blanched. It was so blunt and direct and just so… Tyler. Why was Matt even surprised?

"I have my sources that shall remain undisclosed," Tyler continued, answering an unheard question. But Matt guessed it was something along the lines of, 'How do you know/who told you that?'. "But a lack of denial is usually an affirmation." Pause. "So is that why he helped us? Because you're like his boyfriend or something?" Matt facepalmed. Tyler was such an ass. How could he interrogate his uncle like that? "Hey," Tyler said into the phone defensively, "I have a reason to—wait… What are they doing to my car?"

Tyler rushed over to the blinds in the living area and peered out to the driveway. "What the—Hey!" He yelled, snatching the front door open. "I'll text you later Uncle Mason. What are doing with my car!" Tyler asked furiously, deftly rushing out the door. Matt swiftly followed in behind him to find Tyler's sleek little coupe being pulled onto the back of a tow truck.

"According to our paperwork, the vin number of this vehicle is registered to Mayor Lockwood," the middle-aged pudgy driver answered.

"Well—well yeah he bought it, but he gave it to me!" Tyler stammered pathetically.

"S'nothing I can do kid," the guy said unapologetically. He was probably a hard working struggling man, happy to see a preppy teen get what he deserved. "I suggest you don't piss off your old man next time."

"You can't the my car! How am I supposed to get around?!"

"I can and I am." The man smiled cruelly, locking the car securely into place now that it was properly on the truck. "And why don't you try getting a weekend job like a normal teenager? Stop relying on your rich daddy."

Job. Job! Matt's heart skipped a beat.

"Fuck, I'm supposed to be at work!" He sprinted back inside, grabbing his Mystic Grill shirt, and dashed back outside. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'll see you later, Ty!" he called out the boy who stood there somberly, watching his car roll away down the street.

Matt peeled down the street, zipping around the the truck, trying and failing to watch his speed. He made a usually ten minute trip to town in three fortunately without encountering any deputies along the way and after dashing into the employee entrance, he immediately bumped into Deena who was… bussing a table. Doing his job.

"Well look who decided to show up," Deena mumbled sarcastically, "Two and a half hours late I might add."

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time," Matt spluttered rapidly. "Deena, you know I'm never late. I got—"

"Well there's a first time for everything," she replied bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Deena," Matt stressed. "I got tangled up with that wolf last night. It tried to eat me and—"

"Wait," she said, halting him once again. "You called off yesterday because your sister got attacked by an animal and now you're saying you almost got attacked by an animal?"

Matt frowned in desperation. "I know it sounds crazy but—"

"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off. You must be tired after your altercation with Mystic Falls' mysterious wolf," she said dubiously.

"What...? No," he pressed vehemently. "I'm fine. Deena, you know I need my hours. I can g—"

"I'm not asking. I'm telling. Go home Matt. I'll see you tomorrow."

"But—what…." Matt sighed in defeat as she walked away, slipping off through the swinging door. "Fuck…" he mumbled, lightly kicking at a chair frustration. He slouched back out into the bright morning, watching people walking their dogs, cheerfully playing in the field across the street with their kids without a care in the world. The birds chirped, the squirrels skitted about. There was the faint sound of sirens in the distance. It was a normal day.

For every fucking one else, Matt thought, slumping to his truck irritably and climbing back in. What had he done to deserve his life? He was a good person. Wasn't he?

Sometimes bad things happen to good people, his little shoulder angel said solemnly. Matt had to agree. Because the day just kept getting worse. He leisurely rolled back across town, no reason to speed anymore, then turned onto his street and had to pull over for a zooming fire truck. He'd been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the sirens getting louder as they drew nearer. He remained alongside the road as an ambulance shot passed him as well. Where were they going? Matt hoped everything was okay. Hopefully no one was hurt.

It was then that he looked up and saw the thick black smoke rising into the air. They suspiciously appeared to be coming from…

"What…?" Matt rounded the last corner and his heart plummeted as he watched his house going up in flames.