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Seize The Day	By : smile Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I'd just like to say thank you for all the people who have kept up with my irratically updated story =] And this chapter is kind of sad... But it will get better I promise.

"Where the fuck are they?" Johnny grunted, smashing his cigarette into the indigo blue ashtray, then igniting another.

"What time is it?" asked Matt, tapping his fingers to the top of his left wrist.

"Ten after eight," I replied, getting a light from Johnny.

"Weren't our reservations for 7:30?" Jimmy asked quietly.

"Yeah, they fucking were," spat Johnny. "And I'm fucking hungry, god damn it!" He pounded his fist on the bar.

"Whoa there Johnny-boy," Matt said with a forced chuckle to soften the mood, "They'll be here soon."

"Screw them, guys. I'm gonna get our table that's probably already been given away," he said rising from his barstool and backing up towards the restaurant part of the club.

"Screw us?" a venomous sounding voice said. His face crinkled together.

"Babe, you know I didn't mean-- ," he said turning around but was stopped by a firm slap across his face.

Lacey smiled brilliantly, "Hey guys, thanks for waiting," she stressed the last word nudging Johnny. The guys and I laughed our asses off at Johnny getting owned by his girlfriend. Then the greeting happened again. Val kissed Matt. Leana kissed Jimmy. And Lacey, after nagging at him a bit more, kissed Johnny.

I tensed when I saw Michelle. She pounced on me once again and kissed my cheek, telling me how good it was to see me. I nodded and weakly smiled, my eyes darting around for someone.

Then I heard the door of the restaurant open and the sound of heals walking. I glanced up and was graced by the lovely site of Maddie in a dress.

She was clad in an indigo blue to match the interior of the rest of the restaurant [coincidence?]. She wore a babydoll dress with thick cloth straps and a satin bow under the bust. Its light material swayed as she walked and her dark brown tresses bounced along as well. Her blue eyes glinted as she smirked and said, "Hey Brian."

I forgot to respond as she strutted past me to the bar, making me look like a jerk. Just as I was about to turn to the rest of a group, a posh looking host stepped into the bar and asked, "The um… Shadows party?" I snickered. Matt could be such a fag.

"Right here, man," Matt said, his arm around his girl. And we were shown to our table on the restaurant side.

We were placed at a table somewhat secluded in the back; Matt usually asked for it this way so that we wouldn't be bothered by fans. The seating arrangement went like this: Matt at the head, then Val, Maddie, and Leana on one side. On the other side were Michelle, Myself, Johnny, and Lacey. And at the other head sat Jimmy. I smirked as I sat down, seeing that this seating layout gave me a perfect view of Maddie's cleavage.

Our waiter arrived and gave us menus and time to decide what we wanted. As I skimmed the menu, I felt a pair of blue eyes burn into me. I glanced up out of instinct and the eyes glanced down. Maddie's cheeks blushed faintly; although it was hard to tell because the restaurant was so dark.

I went back to reading the menu, my own cheeks blushing. Maddie was checking me out? I thought. No, she was probably just staring out into space.

I felt another pair of eyes on me, but this time it was from the side. My eyes moved to my right and I could tell Michelle was eying me up. I sighed out of annoyance. Couldn't she tell I was clearly not interested?

I had found what I wanted to eat and looked shyly around the table to see if I was the only one. I started with Matt. He seemed to be trying to look at the menu, but his eyes darted up and down, back and forth from menu to… I followed his eyes to see where they were heading… Maddie's chest?

Matthew Sanders was checking out another woman's cleavage with his girlfriend sitting right next to him. And right next to the girl he was checking out. I gave him a break; he was at least trying not to.

Johnny on the other hand was open-mouth-gaping at her. And even Jimmy was looking and Jimmy never looks! I figured, why not hop on the bandwagon, too? So I eagerly joined in with the ogling, considering that none of the girls, not even Maddie, noticed.

We only stopped when the waiter came to take our orders. Once he had left we continued. She would adjust the bust line ever so often, and sometimes she'd put her hands on her face and her elbows on the table, making her breasts even more fun to watch.

"Why don't you just take a picture?" I faintly heard a feminine voice say. I paid no mind though. "Brian."

I jumped at the sound of my name. "What?" I asked dumbly. Maddie smiled and rolled her eyes.

"She's talking about her boobs, you've been staring at them all night," Leana said, laughing.

"W-what?" I chuckled along, trying to play dumb.

"Yeah, it's kind of obvious," said Val.

I looked to my fellow men for support but their innocent eyes wandered other parts of the restaurant. "You've got to be shitting me," I said staring directly at Matt.

"What?" he asked simply, placing a hand on his lover's.

I, blushing beat red, got up. "I'm going to the bathroom." As I walked away I heard giggles.

"He was checking you out and he knows it!" I heard Lacey say.

I furiously swung open the door of the men's bathroom. I stormed over to the sink, turned it on, and splashed cold water on my face. There was a man at the sink over from me. "You okay, dude?" he asked.

"I'm fucking perfect," I spat, "How about yourself?"

"I'm pretty good," he said stupidly.

I stood up from my hunched position over the sink to face the man. He was pretty short with tan skin and black hair swooped over to one side, a small blond streak running through it. He lined his eyes with dark liner. He wore tight dark blue jeans and an aqua polo with black undershirt.

"Hey, you're Synyster Gates!" he said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Yup," I replied, patting my face dry with a paper towel.

"Crazy shit man, crazy shit. Well, see ya later, Syn," he said as if he knew me and strutted out of the bathroom.

As soon as I heard the door shut I said, "Fuckin' punk." I sighed and thought about all that had just happened. "How the fuck didn't any of their girlfriends see them but they all see me?" I asked to no one. "God fucking damn it. This always happens."

I walked back to the table, relieved from my anger, and sat down only to blush again when Maddie made eye-contact with me. Our food had arrived, so I occupied myself with eating rather than Maddie's boobs.

It was half way through our meal when I felt a stabbing pain in my leg. I looked under the table and I found a shoe kicking my leg. I then directed attention to Maddie, the owner of the shoe, with a confused face. She pointed under the table with a concerned face so I looked again. This time I found a hand, struggling to reach the other side of the table, grasping a piece of paper. I took the paper and unfolded it. It read Sorry =(.

I glared at her apathetically and crumpled the note. She mouthed "Sorry". I rolled my eyes wishing for this dinner to finally be over. But once the fucking dinner was over the girls wanted to go dancing. So we headed over to the disco area of the club to dance for a few hours.

All the couples danced lovingly with each other. Michelle boldly asked if I would dance with her. I told her maybe later and she huffed and walked away. I leaned my back against the sofa I sat in and sighed, pressing my beer bottle to my lips.

I felt the couch shift weight so I turned to see who sat down. "I'm sorry," Maddie said with concerned eyes. I should have known.

"Whatever," I said, turning away and swigging down some beer.

She put a warm hand to my face, bringing it back to meet hers. "I really didn't mean for that to happen. I just said it jokingly."

"For what to happen?" I asked sourly.

"For you to be embarrassed," she said. Her tender hand still held my cheek. "Honestly, I could care less if you were looking at my boobs; people do it all the time."

"I don't care," I muttered, ripping from her hand and her eye contact.

She sighed in frustration. "Fine Brian. If you don't care, I don't care." And with that simple statement she pushed herself up from the couch and flounced herself to other parts of the club.

My face wrinkled with confusion as Johnny joined me in my solitude. "Hey buddy, what's up?" he asked, already tipsy.

"Fucking Maddie is what's up," I replied bitterly.

"Aw come'on Syn, just be nice to her."

"I am nice to her!" I shouted. "She's not nice to me. She just yelled at me."

"Well what happened?" I told Johnny the whole story. From the beginning with dinner to the end when she left me with seven plain words. And this is what Johnny had to say: "Well it sounds to me like you were bein' a fuckin' dickhead, man."

"Who's side are you on?" I questioned.

"I'm not on nobody's side," he slurred. "Just go up and apologize to her."

"Me apologize? She should--"

"She did apologize." His drunken words hit me in the face, causing me to realize my faults. I told him he was right and that I should apologize. So I got up and started looking for Maddie.

I looked on the dance floor. No Maddie. I looked at the bar. No Maddie. I looked in the lounge. No Maddie. Finally, I tried the VIP lounge and guess who I found? Maddie, a hard liquor in her hand, and a drippy looking emo kid with his arms around her.

"Maddie?" I asked, hoping I had the wrong person.

"What?" she asked, her eyes lacking lacquer. I had never seen her like this. Her expression was dripping with annoyance and a hickey was tattooed on her neck. It was like I was the big bad father figure and she was my 16 year old daughter sneaking into bars with rouge rebels.

"Um…" I didn't know where to start. And how could I apologize with a guy hanging off of her? "Who's that?" That seemed like a reasonable place to start off with.

"This is Pete," she said giggling, her acidic attitude suddenly turning happy-go-lucky. They smiled at each other like two lovers. I analyzed this Pete guy. He had swoopy black emo hair with a blond streak and his eyes were covered with black liner. He had on a blue polo and jeans with checkered Vans. And I suddenly recognized him.

It was that punk from the bathroom.

"Hey man, nice seeing you again," he said extending his arm for a handshake. I didn't acknowledge it.

"Who is this?" I asked again.

"I told you! This is Pete!" she said squeezing him. She was obviously drunk already.

"Do you know Pete's last name?" I asked in a baby voice, crouching down to her level like she was a toddler.

"Wentz!" she exclaimed as if she had just understood that 2 + 2 = 4.

"Well, I think it's time to say goodbye to Pete Wentz because we're leaving," I said grabbing her arm, puzzled by the name being strangely familiar to me.

She yanked it back. I tried to grab it again and still she fought. I through up my hands in defeat and stormed out of the VIP section.

I spent a good half our at the bar, getting shit faced and smoking. Who the fuck did she think she was? And who the fuck was this Pete Wentz guy? "Hey Syn," said Matt, laying his arm around me. "How are you doing?"

"How does it look like I'm fucking doing?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Jesus, what happened?"

"Who the fuck does Pete Wentz think he is?!" I drunkenly yelled.

"Um, isn't he the drummer for Fall Down Boy?"

"Naw man," Johnny came up behind both of us. "He's the bass player for System of a Down."

"No, man it's Fall Down Boy and he plays drums, you fuck face."

"System of a Down bass player."

"Fall Down drummer!"

"System bass!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled.

Jimmy, the only calm on, sat coolly beside me. "Pete Wentz? He's the bass player from Fall Out Boy, right?"

Leana took a place beside him. "Yeah. He has nudes on the internet too, haha!" she giggled.

"And you would know," Jimmy joked.

"Wait wait wait," I said. "So this guy is an erotic model slash bass player for Fall Out Boy?"

"I heard his girlfriend stole the nudes from him," Matt said.

"I heard she paid him for them," Johnny said.

"Answer my god damned question!" I growled.

"Yeah, you're pretty much right," Leana said.

I closed my eyes. I could feel the heavy alcohol in my blood, weighing me down, making me tired. I knew I knew that name. I slumped out of the bar and made my way for the bus. I needed sleep. I needed a break from Matt and Johnny and Maddie and Pete Wentz the nude bass player.

As I climbed the stairs to the bus, I heard moans. And groans. And Oh Pete!'s. A look of disgust crawled upon my face as I stepped into the bus. Pete was on top of Maddie with her legs, now clad in sweatpants, spread. His shirt was off and her finger nails raked down his back. She gasped as he kissed her neck and other things I chose not to watch.

"What the fuck!" I stammered.

Her eyes fluttered open and locked with mine. "Shit!" she yelled. Pete immediately got off of her and she rose from the couch they were making out on. "Brian, what the hell? Get out!" she yelled again.

"Get out?" I screamed. "It's my damn bus!"

"It's my damn bus too!"

"Um…" Pete said awkwardly. "I'm just gonna go?"

"Wait outside, I'll be out in a second," Maddie said.

"No you fucking won't!" I threatened.

"Or else what?" she asked venomously as Pete slunk out the door.

"Maddie, what the hell are you doing with this guy?" I asked at a lower tone now that he had left.

"Why the hell do you care?" she asked.

"I asked you first," I whined.

"I don't know…" she sighed. "Because he's hot? Because I'm a whore? I could make up answers all night, Brian."

"You are a whore," I bluntly stated, immediately regretting ever muttering those words. She froze and her eyes started to water. "Maddie…" I said calmly. I couldn't tell if she would cry or hold it in. I prayed to god she wouldn't cry.

She sniffled a few times, unintelligible babble falling from her mouth, and then bam. Like window she shattered. She fell back on the couch and buried her face into her hands, sobbing.

"God damn it," I muttered and went to sit next to her. "Maddie, I'm sorry, I didn't--" I went to put an arm around her and she slapped it away.

Once she had dried her face for the moment she turned to me and said, "I'll be back in the morning." She rose from the couch, walked down the steps, and closed the door. I leaned back against the wall and bit my lip, feeling horrible. One word made her bawl her eyes out. It shocked me that I had the power to make her do that and I wondered if I had the power to make it stop.

Then I also wondered what the fuck Pete Wentz was doing at that night club and how I didn't recognize him or his name before.

Let me also add that I am not a Pete Wentz/Fall Out Boy hater. Nor am I a Michelle B. hater. I posted this on my other site and got serveral messages accusing me of these two titles. First of all, if I used Michelle instead of Maddie it wouldn't have been as much fun for me to write. Secondly, I do NOT hate Fall Out Boy. I actually like them a lot. I picked Pete at random because I was listening to one of their songs. Also, he's the kind of guy I could see Maddie drooling over and the kind of guy I could see Syn wanting to punch in the face. Please review =]
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