AN: This is the part with (some of) the answers! Also, let me say that I went through and examined several photos closely to try and determine what color his eyes are… I went with green because they weren’t quite dark enough to be brown, but… yeah. Anyways, let me know what you think! Thank you guys so much for the feedback that you have already given on this story so far. It wasn’t ever supposed to be a full story, but I’m happy that it hasn’t been a waste :) P.S. There will now be four parts because I have no self-control, okay byeeee Warnings: Angsty angst  Word Count: 3038

“Listen, YN, I can explain.” Those had been the first words out of Sasha’s mouth when she called you the next morning. You had texted her the night before to let her know that you had gotten home safe, and she had tried to call you then, but you had ignored her call. You weren’t in the mood to hear her excuses then, and you weren’t sure that you were ready to hear them now.

“Please do,” you sighed, feeling the betrayal bubble up inside of you once again. It might have been silly to hold such a grudge against your best friend for something so little, but after hearing her disappointment about your situation with Vince for weeks, and then pulling what she did last night was beyond your comprehension.

“Sooooo, long story short is… I guess Sammy and I have started kind of… dating?”

You almost dropped your phone at her confession, and you stared at the wall across from you with wide eyes. While you had developed a lot of theories about why the two of them were hanging out together, dating had never even popped into your mind. As far as you knew, they didn’t even really know each other before last night, so them actually being together was completely out of the blue.

AN: Here is the part two that very few asked for, but I decided to write anyways. In fact, there’s going to be a part three as well because I’m crazy and just keep going. I should have waited and made it one long fic, but here we are. Writing another multi-part series. Thank you to those who gave feedback on part one, you are the real MVPs. Please, let me know what you think of this part as well :) Warnings: More alcohol and some cursing. Word Count: 4508

You woke up the next morning to your head pounding and a feeling of dread sinking into your stomach that was only amplified by the arm draped around your waist. Bits and pieces of the night before flashed through your mind, and you groaned softly as you buried your face in the pillow.

Vince stirred from behind you, his nose brushing against the crook of your neck as his breath fanning across your skin. Your breathing faltered at the sensation, and as his hand gripped your side, pulling you back against him, you knew that he was awake. If you were being honest, you didn’t really expect him to stick around until morning, as he had developed a habit of leaving before the sun came up.

AN: This is very loosely based off the song “Monsters” by All Time Low. At least, the vibe of the song goes with the vibe of this story. At first, I thought of Seggy when I heard the song, but considering I’m not in a ‘writing for Seggy’ kind of space, we went with the other demon in my heart. Another cliche story line, you guys can let me know if you want another part or not!  Warnings: a bit of angst and some drinking Word Count: 1926

He was bad news. That’s all you kept hearing. He’s not the kind of guy you want to get mixed up with. He’ll only break your heart.

You should have listened. Oh god, you should have listened. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be in the predicament that you were in now; your heart constantly hanging in the balance between a phone call and an empty bedroom. You swore you weren’t caught up, but how much longer could you pretend that you didn’t care? How much longer until their words became your reality, and your heart was completely broken?

Matthew Tkachuk: Oh, yeah? When’s my birthday?

Keith Tkachuk: July 12th.