Note: This chapter is 100% Matt POV. It doesn't mean next one will be all Mello POV, I don't know yet. But I think you're gonna like the events in this one!
On another note, I'll be over with my shitty job in 5 weeks more or less (I quit!), and it means time for updates! Aha, just when everyone will be on holidays and is unable to read...
Anyway, expect updates more often from now on.

Matt
As soon as I entered the club with... what was her name? Ah, I couldn't even remember if she had told me, at that point. I had come here alone with the idea of picking up a girl I would find pretty, which wouldn't have been difficult as my eyes roamed around me, there was a lot of possible hits here. But this girl in the parking lot of the club strode along my car as I exited from the passenger's seat and eyed me and my Camaro in a way that only meant one thing. Nice car, cute guy, I'm yours. I had seen it before, that was an easy date, those girls usually weren't asking for more than a night, and that was fine with me. No commitment.

So, as soon as I entered the club with the girl, my heart skipped a beat. I never expected Mihael to be here, and as a barman, no less.
My first reaction was to be happy. I had avoided him these last days and I had to admit that I missed him. Very often I had told myself 'if I could tell that to Mihael'... and had realised that sharing laughters and stuff with him would probably never happen again. But happiness quickly left place to something along the lines of guilt because of my arm encircling my date's shoulders, and sadness because it was how things were supposed to be, and as much as I knew it would hurt him, I had to live my life and he had to get over what he would see tonight. I told myself for the umpteenth time that it was for his own good, but a (big) part of me would have gladly left the girl where she stood to take a stool at the bar and chat with him.

He obviously saw me but despite the impression I had that he was about to smile to me, he looked away and resumed serving drinks to the numerous guys sat at the counter.
I briefly wondered all of a sudden if it was a gay club, when I realised that most of the customers sat facing him were eyeing him like he was a piece of meat, and actually trying to seduce him.
I tried to catch a glimpse of Mihael's face, wanting to know if he liked it, at least, but my date pulled on my arm.
"Come on, let's dance, I love this song!" she urged me to the dance floor. Me, dance? No fucking way.

I rested my back against a pole close to the dance floor as the little blonde moved around me. At some point, some other guys turned around her, and she didn't even hesitate to grind against them, before my eyes. Not that I really cared, she looked slutty enough to be that kind of girl, and if it wasn't her, then it would be one of the many chicks present here, I had the choice.
Craving for a smoke, I left my spot and reached for the entrance, catching sight of Mihael when I walked past the bar on my way out. He was still not looking at me.

For some reason, I didn't really want to go back inside. Mihael obviously didn't care about me. I didn't really want to spend the night with the dirty blonde. And the music sucked.
Which, putting all of this together, was annoying. If Mihael didn't care, then I could as well grope a girl under his nose, he wouldn't mind, obviously. So why did I feel no will to spend time with a girl that asked for it?
I didn't have time to dwell on these thoughts since a familiar sound came to my ears from the door. Creaking leather.
I looked in the sound's direction and Mihael's face showed surprise at my sight. Well, he wasn't there on purpose, that was for sure. Fuck.

"I didn't know you were working here." I said blankly. Nice. Of course I didn't know, since we hadn't talked to each other for days. By my fault.
"Mmh." was all he replied. He didn't came closer than the three meters away where he stood, he was only there for some fresh air I guess. Or not.
A guy came from the inside.
"Hey." Mihael addressed him with a... I don't know if it was a real smile, but at least the corners of his mouth looked like it.
"Said I wouldn't be long." the other guy replied, "It's impossible to talk with all the music." He gestured toward the club.
"Yeah." Mihael wasn't really talkative, it seemed.
Probably because he wasn't there to talk. He grabbed the guy by his neck and kissed him. French kissed him.
My heart jumped in my chest. It was really weird to see him engaged in such a thing, right under my nose.

The other guy seemed to appreciate, and began groping Mihael's ass. That was a bit more than I could take, so I went back inside. I took a piss and decided I would try to find my date that was probably somewhere around the dance floor, and if I couldn't get her, to get another one. But as I walked along the bar, Mihael was already back at his task, and the guy he was kissing seconds ago was nowhere in sight.
I changed my mind and took a stool at the counter, taking my chance as someone freed a place.
"What do you drink?" Mihael asked me, treating me like any customer.
"Didn't work." I stated loudly with a smile.
"We don't have this." He didn't smile back and made it obvious he was here only to take my order.
"Beer." I replied. At that moment, I really felt bad. Was everything really over? Were we still friends or was something broken? Maybe now that he had a boyfriend, he didn't give a fuck about me anymore? Hell, who was I kidding? This guy was not his boyfriend, and the display of fake interest that Mihael had given him in front of me had nothing but convinced me. That wouldn't work, although it was a nice try. But it was a bit too easy.

Maybe I was wrong, after all, as I saw the guy come back and take the stool beside me, shaking a little box in his hand while smirking to Mihael. Condoms.
"Have them." he mouthed, and Mihael nodded.
Images I didn't even want to begin to deal with came to my mind. They could fuck as much as they wanted, but I didn't need to get details, damnit!
Mihael placed a glass of beer in front of me, took the bill I handed out to him, gave me my change back, and left for the bathroom, followed by the guy and his condoms. Ooookaaaay... Don't need a picture.

In the meanwhile, Dirty Blonde found me and threw her arm around my shoulders, standing against me. I didn't leave my stool, unable to leave until Mihael was back, for some reason.
Actually, I was quite glad that she came to me, because I was starting to be the center of interest of Mihael's court. Do I look gay?
It took a while and a few beers before he came back, actually, the other barman behind the counter taking a break as soon as Mihael showed up again. There were a lot of people here tonight, after all, I bet this would be the new place to be for some time.

The chick was slobbering my neck and I didn't even think of taking advantage of it and take her for a ride in my car (pun intended). It did nothing to me, unless you count annoyance.
I put that on the account of all that had happened lately, it was taking my mind over and sex stuff was not my main interest, or I guessed so. It's not that I didn't want sex, but right now I only wanted things to get back to normal with Mihael. Yes, I missed his friendship, but since he had been chasing me, I didn't really realise he was gone, until he made it clear to me.

So what now? Take back what I said? Yeah, of course... I'd tell him not to care for what I said and that we would be friends again, after pushing him away so many times? I've wanted this... and now I had it.
And he obviously looked like he was getting over me very well, because he was now chatting and laughing with the brown haired guy he (as I guessed) had fucked in the bathroom a little earlier.
Even me, as a straight guy, could tell his boyfriend was handsome. He made me think of Zac Effron without the 'I'm the ideal son-in-law' stupid smile. And without the stupid haircut.

What bugged me was that if Mihael had gotten over me, then why couldn't we be friends again? Why was he so obviously ignoring me?
Maybe he was punishing me for taking a decision he didn't want to cope with in the beginning? Maybe he didn't give a fuck about me anymore, not even as a friend, meaning he only was my friend by interest?

But no matter what I thought about, nothing suited what I knew from him. It would made him a total bastard, and as much of a hard head he could be, he wasn't like this.
"Go dance, I'm watching you babe." I said in the ear of the blonde, and she swayed on her stilettos to the dance floor, suggestively winking at me. Like hell I would watch her, I just wanted her away.
Once she was far enough, I left my stool, turned around the counter, grabbed Mihael's wrist and pulled him to the bathroom.

What did I expect? Of course he would resist. He freed his wrist from my grip and glared at me without a word. I couldn't even decipher his look. I would have been able to say if he was angry, or just annoyed, amused or serious.
"What are you trying to do?" a voice rose behind me. I turned around. The brown haired guy. Mihael's boyfriend. "I thought I had made it obvious that Mihael's my property, so hands off."
Call it complicity, but at that precise moment I knew the guy had just lost Mihael. I looked at the one I hoped was still my best friend, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of someone daring to claim him as his 'property', which was some kind of suicide, really. I wasn't wrong. Mihael smiled back at me in that mischievous way that only meant trouble. But I didn't expect trouble to come in that way.
"Well well..." Mihael began, looking at Zac Effron, "Seemed to me I was the one who owned your ass a little time ago." He smirked at me, knowing perfectly well the mental image he was giving me, and knowing even more that I didn't want to picture this. "I'll forgive you this time, but never, ever say you own me." He glared so hard at the guy while approaching him that I saw Zac Effron's adam apple make a yoyo as he swallowed with difficulty.
I was totally wrong. Mihael grabbed his buttcheeks while pressing against him and kissed him well... wetly.
Maybe I was wrong all the way, from the way I had percieved Mihael to what was happening now. Maybe it all had been a lie and Mihael really didn't want to have anything to do with me, and maybe I was heartbroken right now...

I saw red. He had never been my friend, he had played with me all along, and it hurt me, because it was more than losing a friend, I felt cheated.
At the same time, Blondie was coming my way, and I had no will to deal with her. Alcohol added to the pain made me lose any inhibition I had, my face was heated and I didn't want to start to cry here, in the middle of a crowd that would mock me, along with Mihael. And the way Mihael kissed him, there was no way he liked this guy. As few as I had liked it, I knew how Mihael kissed when he was in love.
I was too far gone to realise that I had the answer to all of my questions in that memory, and I wanted to hurt him, break him.

I pushed the guy away from Mihael, and began to punch him, but I was quickly stopped by Mihael, not that I wanted to keep on hitting Zac Effron. My alcohol tainted mind had another plan next.
Mihael let my arms go as soon as he sensed I was cooling down and I didn't let him any time to protest, I grabbed his face in my palms and I deposited a butterfly kiss on his lips. Then I started to cry.