( Author's Note: someone said this in a review so, I'll just hit on it. this story is not M rated. it does not actually mention them doing 'it', so therefore it is rated T. If you can specifically point out something in the guidelines that makes this M, please tell me so I can change it :) otherwise, thanks to everyone for leaving such nice reviews. )

{ Freddy }

Brown locks fell down his neck and rested on his shoulders. As he was fiddling with his bangs, Gold rolled over and opened his eyes, taking out an earbud, which Freddy could hear was playing The Drug In Me Is You. "Wedding's in two days. You really going to keep your hair that long?" He asked.

Freddy scowled, twirling a strand around his finger. His hair had grown quite long in the past few months, and he had never bothered to cut it. As it grew out it seemed to get curlier.

"No, I need to go get a haircut," Freddy decided. "Coming with?"

Gold shrugged and climbed down the ladder. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but he had on fuzzy yellow pajama pants. He stretched and yawned, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Woah!" He suddenly yelled, making Freddy jump. He stared at Gold in the mirror, his scowl deepening.

"What?" He asked.

"I look friggin sexy!" Gold purred, wiggling his eyebrows at his reflection.

Freddy rolled his eyes. "Is your ass jealous of the amount of crap that just came out of your mouth?" he asked with a smirk, messing with his hair again. "Anyway, coming or not?"

Gold laughed at Freddy's comment. They insulted each other and laughed about it often. "Sure, let me get dressed," the blonde replied. He put on a Black Veil Brides T-shirt and grey skinny jeans. He pulled on his black vans as Freddy combed through his long hair.

Before they left, Freddy took a yellow sticky note from the drawer and drew a heart on it. He stuck it to the fridge and they were off.

"That's the third time you've done that!" Gold laughed. Freddy's cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"I can't help it," he defended himself. "I'm used to the long bangs."

Gold finished his laughing fit. What got him so riled up was the fact that Freddy had gotten his haircut. His bangs were trimmed back considerably so they no longer fell into his eyes. And yet, out of sheer habit he randomly threw his head to the side.

"It makes you look like a weirdo," Gold snickered.

"Oh shut it, blondie," Freddy replied with a smirk. "You could use a haircut too, you're starting to look like a rockstar with your greasy yellow mane."

Gold just flipped his hair and wiggled his eyebrows.

They stopped at McDonalds for dinner.

Gold poked his chicken nuggets. "I'm pretty sure this ain't chicken," he said, crinkling his nose in distaste.

Freddy swallowed his bite. "Yeah, you've said it a million times."

"I bet they use gerbil instead of chicken," the both said at the same time. Gold said it in his normal voice, while Freddy said it in a high-pitched mocking voice.

"I don't talk like a girl!" Gold declared indignantly.

"You have hair like one."

"Your hair was a lot longer than mine before you cut it. You're just jealous because you couldn't get it as fluffy and sexy as mine," Gold replied, raking his finger through his bangs.

Freddy smirked. "You think your hair is sexier than mine?"

Gold grinned, popping a French fry into his mouth. "I know my hair is sexier than yours."

Grinning, Freddy picked up a French fry and threw it at Gold. It hit him in the nose and he flinched slightly, then laughed.

"In all seriousness, though," Gold said after he finished laughing, closing the box of chicken nuggets and instead taking a drink from his soda. He liked to mix every single drink at the fountain into one.

"Mmm?" Freddy asked through a bite of his burger."You nervous?"

He swallowed the bite and wiped his mouth on a napkin. "Hell yeah," he said, knitting his eyebrows. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Gold rolled his eyes, then gasped, his face stretching wide in a smile.

"Oh no," Freddy grumbled. "I know that look. That's your crazy idea look."

"Crazy? This is a great idea! I know just what you need to get the edge off," Gold smirked.

"Fine, let's hear it."

His eyes glinted with mischievousness and he smirked. "Let's go clubbing."

"I can't believe I let you drag me along," Freddy yelled as they walked into the bar. The music was loud, the lighting was dim, the dance floor was full of people. Smoke was heavy in the air, making everything hazy, and Freddy coughed.

"Ah, relax, it'll be fun. Let's get some drinks."

"Okay..." Freddy said as Gold dragged him to the bar.

The bartender, a lady in her early twenties with her skirt too high and her shirt too low, greeted them. "Hey!" she said with a southern accent. "What can I get y'all?"

"Bloody Mary," Gold told her without hesitation.

"Whiskey," Freddy finally said after a bit of thought. Eh, what the hell. Just a bit couldn't hurt.

He and Gold sat down at the bar. Soon their drinks were brought out. The lady gave Freddy a shot glass full of whiskey.

Gold turned to him, holding the Bloody Mary in his hand. "To the wedding," he said.

"To the wedding," Freddy repeated. They clicked glasses and drank. Freddy downed the shot quickly, feeling the liquid slither down his throat and land in his stomach. His grip on the world was still firm, but he had a feeling that was about to change, considering he could hardly take much alcohol before everything started swimming.

Gold drank his entire Bloody Mary pretty quickly as Freddy took a few more shots of whiskey. Already the world around him was blurring, seeming more like a dream than reality. Gold giggled and hiccuped.

"Ima go... dance floor." The blonde slurred, then got up from his seat and made his way to the dance floor, walking in crazy patterns.

Freddy sat on the stool, watching his brother hook up with a girl and start dancing. He was tottering in his chair slightly, blinking hard. He could practically hear Gold laughing and calling him lightweight. His brother did no such thing, as he was drunk off his rocker as well.

A girl came up and sat next to him. She was wearing extremely short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. She smiled at Freddy and giggled flirtatiously.

Drunk or not, Freddy realized her intentions. "Engaged," he growled, his words coming out slurred but understandable.

Her face contorted into a grimace and she left without a word, flicking a lock of hair over her shoulder. Freddy went back to watching his brother. He was stumbling around on the dance floor, a goofy smile on his face. Three girls were dancing with him, occasionally playing with his long hair or stroking his arms.

Well, at least one of them was enjoying themselves.

"Bartender," Freddy slurred. She was there in a few seconds.

"Yes, sir?" She asked with a wide smile, leaning on the counter and exposing cleavage. A man in a nearby chair whistled.

"Another round, please."

She handed him another shot and he downed it quickly.

The rest of the night was a blur of rainbow lights, dancing, a couple more shots, and Gold getting numbers from at least ten girls.

When the two finally stumbled out of the club. It was pitch black outside, and neither of them were fit to drive. The only car they had was Freddy's, which meant that the others couldn't come get them. So they sat down in the car and did nothing.

"You should've... Seen me dude," Gold slurred, giggling and running his finger along the dashboard.

"Doing what?" Freddy asked, staring at the steering wheel.

"Picking up hotties, duh," he hiccuped.

"Many... how... numbers did ya get?"

"Elvendary, man."

"Woah..." Freddy responded, lazily punching the steering wheel. A small beep echoed down the dark streets and then it was silent again, aside from the loud music coming from the bar. He giggled at the noise.

"Hey Freddybear, you think our mom is a virgin?"

"I dunno, maybe? How am I 'post to figger that out, you obese penguin?"

Gold ignored his question and leaned in towards the dashboard. "Optimus Prime... I know your secret," he whispered to the car.

"I love you. I love you so much, I just need you to know that you're the best brother ever," Freddy hiccuped, stroking Gold's hair.

"Stop that gay stuff," Gold slurred, lazily swatting Freddy's hand away. "You're so weirrrrrrd."

Freddy giggled, Gold laughing as well.

The two carried on their conversation that made no sense whatsoever when Freddy's phone rang.

"Woah, gotta take this, it's my agent," Freddy giggled, pulling the phone out of his pocket and answering it. "How's it goin?" He asked.

Chica's voice came through the phone, sounding worried and annoyed.

"Where are you? It's 3:30 AM! You didn't leave a note or anything!"

"Thas not true I put a sticky on fridge with a heart on it," Freddy slurred defensively.

"Oh, geez, you're drunk, aren't you?"

"No ah not," Freddy defended himself.

"Freddy, you're drunk."

"Goldie's fault!" Freddy replied.

"Liar liar ants in the dryer," Gold slurred.

"I'm taking a cab to come and get you guys. Are you at the bar on 5th street?"

"Yepper-di-doo-da."

"Stay there, okay?"

"Mmkay."

He pressed end and put the phone back in his pocket. As Chica came to get them, they continued on their meaningless conversation about who knows what.

When she got there, Freddy made his way to shotgun while Gold crawled, giggling and hiccuping, into the back. Chica's hair was pulled up in a bun and she wore a yellow tank top with white athletic shorts.

"I can't believe you guys," she grumbled as she started home.

"Gold said uh... drinking takes off edge," Freddy told her, opening and closing the window repeatedly.

Chica reached over and slapped his hand. "Edge of what?" She asked, turning her focus back to the road.

"Nerrrrrrrrrves~," Freddy sang, and he and Gold started laughing like it was a hilarious joke.

A small chuckle escaped Chica's lips. "Oh, nervous about the wedding. I am too, don't worry."

"You're so preeeeeeetty~," Freddy cooed, tracing a finger down her bare arm.

She shook his hand off and smiled. "Aww, even when you're drunk you're such a sweetheart."

"Pretty girl," Gold slurred.

"It's not cute when you do it," Chica told him. Gold giggled anyway.

Freddy tugged on her sleeve. His thoughts swam around in his head like fish in a really murky pond, but he knew one thing for sure. This girl was really pretty.

"What is it, Freddy?" she asked, still looking at the road.

"Will you marry me, pretty girl?" he asked with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

Chica laughed. "We are getting married," she told him in a voice that someone would use to talk to a small child.

His eyes widened. "We are?" He asked. When she nodded, he threw his hands up and yelled. "Whoo!"

With that, he slumped over and fell asleep, snoring quietly. Chica snickered and continued driving. When they got home, Gold stumbled off to his room, laughing and hiccuping.

Freddy was still asleep, so Bonnie helped Chica carry him into his bed. They set him down and Bonnie returned to her room, yawning. Gold had already crashed on the couch.

"They're going to have serious hangovers tomorrow," Chica chuckled to herself as she closed their door.