Evan let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I know.” He grinned. “That’s one of the most entertaining things about hanging out with you. We never know who we’re gonna get.”

My frown deepened at his comment, but then, proving him right about my mood swings, I shifted it to a grin. Kiera often said the same thing. Moody artist, she called me. I’d take it. Being moody was a hell of a lot better than being numb. I knew that for a fact.

Wondering if Matt would even be awake, I did a couple of quick taps on his door with my knuckle. It cracked open a moment later, then Matt’s pale eyes were looking at me in disbelief. “Holy shit. Are you showing up for rehearsal? This early?” His jaw dropped, like he really couldn’t believe it, but I knew he was just being a smartass. We didn’t rehearse here.

I smirked at him as he stepped back to let me into the house. Looking around, I instantly started planning the party. Beer there, games there, dancing there…sex there…this was going to be great. “No, I’m not here for that, I just uh…I had a question.”

Matt nodded a greeting at Evan then closed the door. Lifting an eyebrow, he grinned as he shook his head at me. “You know they make these things called phones, right?”

I narrowed my eyes at Matt while Evan tried to contain a laugh. They liked teasing me about my technology issues almost as much as they liked teasing Griffin for being…well, Griffin. “Evan and I were wondering…you cool with having a party at your house?” I asked.

Matt shrugged. “Sure. Tonight?”

I shook my head. “No…after our last show. Right before we leave.”

He tilted his spikey blond head at me. “You want to trash my house the night before we leave for six months? Do you have any idea how bad that’s gonna smell when we get back?”

I pursed my lips. He had a point. And none of us were going to want to spend any time the next morning cleaning up. I was about to suggest we could hire someone to do it, when Evan said, “I’ll talk to Jenny. I’m sure she won’t mind cleaning up after us.” He paused to raise an eyebrow. “This one time.”

Grinning at Evan’s solution, I looked back at Matt. “So? What do you think?”

He shrugged. “Sure, sounds like fun.”

Excited, I slapped my hands together, making a loud clap. From the bedrooms, I heard Griffin yell, “Shut the hell up! People are sleeping!”

Matt shook his head and yelled back, “Person. One person is sleeping. Alone. Because he struck out last night.” He looked back at me. “It was priceless, man. You should have seen it.”