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Something In My Head	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3396 -:- 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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When Zack woke again he was no longer leaning against Jimmy, there were bright slashes of sunlight peeking through the window, illuminating Jimmy back with Johnny in the chair. Matt’s sleeping face was turned toward him, a frown creasing his forehead, with a small sound of discomfort his head turned towards the pair on the couch.

Reality: He’s having a nightmare
Denial: He’s probably just in pain
Reality: I say it’s a nightmare, let’s go wake him up
Denial: Hell no, do you remember what happened last night when we tried to fuckin’ move?!
Reality: We’ll be careful, c’mon SD, you’re with me right?
Sex Drive: Matt’s involved isn’t he
Denial: You two idiots will be the death of us.

Like the day before Zack slowly began to sit up, the dull ache was more pronounced now, a fairly sharp pain with every breath he took.

Reality: You know, we could just wake Jimmy or Johnny
Denial: We are not an invalid, now, finish what you’ve started
Reality: o.o Yes Sir

Slowly settling his feet on the floor he sucked in a breath as the sharp pains doubled and made him feel sick; he stopped. Breathing through his mouth he fought the nausea back.

Reality: Come on, the dresser is at least four feet, Matty can’t be more than two, we can do this!
Denial: No we can’t
Reality: God dammit! Will you pick a side and stay there!!
Denial: I’m on my own side

Zack took a cautious step toward Matt, the pain made him dizzy, but he took another step anyway. After what seemed like an eternity Zack reached Matt’s bed, he couldn’t really remember why he was there, but he knew it had something to do with the singer, his mind was going numb as his wound screamed at him.

“Matty, Matt, wake up, Matty.” Zack’s voice was a lot quieter than he remembered, there were bright spots dancing in the corner of his eyes, but he still managed a smile when the singer’s eyes fluttered open.

“Zacky? You’re not supposed to be up.” Matt’s voice was coarser than usual, but his eyes were bright with disbelief and worry. Zack gave a vague nod, “I think I know why…I’m going back to sleep m‘kay.” And then he passed out, the quiet crack of his head ricocheting off the floor was the last thing he heard.

Zack’s eyes fluttered open and then shut tightly again, he had a headache to rival almost every hangover he’d ever had.

“I think he’s awake.” Johnny’s quiet voice ripped through his head like the engine of a 747 at take off, he cringed and covered his ears.

“Apparently.” Synyster’s sarcastic voice might as well have been pumped into his brain via megaphone.

“Guys, shut up, obviously playing pong with his head gave him a headache, let ‘em rest before you rip into him.” Jimmy sounded further away but for some reason it still sounded like he was screaming at him. Zack whimpered and scooted away from their loud voices, which of course made the pain in his side flare up again, he cried out again. Two strong hands carefully wrapped around him and held him still, then the sensation of being lifted overtook him and he settled on someone’s warm body and with the steady ‘thump’ of a heartbeat in his ear he fell back into sleep.

The next time Zack woke his headache was thankfully gone, and the intense pain in his stomach was down to a dull ache.

Reality: Well, I don’t remember most of what happened, but I do know we’ll never do it again
Denial: If you can’t remember what you did how do you know you’re not going to do it again?
Reality: Oh I’m sure you’ll stop us.
Denial: :p

“Are you finally awake?” Matt’s quiet, husky voice drifted over to him, Zack turned his head and found the singer looking at him half-asleep.

“Meh, a lil’, you look like you need to sleep.” The singer let out a rough laugh that sent shivers down Zack’s spine. They both turned when the door opened and the other three members of Avenged Sevenfold walked in.

“You awake?” Brian gave him a small smile, Zack nodded.

“Headache gone?” Zack nodded again, “Good.” Synyster smacked him in the head, “What the hell were you thinking?! You coulda’ ripped your fuckin’ stitches out! And you almost scared Matt back into a coma!”

“Brian!” Jimmy smacked him in the back of the head, “Leave ‘em alone. He’s not going to do it again,” he looked directly at Zack, “are you.” Zack rubbed his head and glared at the other guitarist then nodded, “If I’m gonna get beat for it then no.” Matt snorted, earning a glare from Synyster, “You’re lucky you’re still a cripple.”

“I am *not* a cripple.” He stuck his tongue out at him.

“Okay, okay, everyone chill out. Yes, Zack, you scared the hell outta us, and you are *never* doing that again; and Matt, yes, you are still considered a cripple.” Johnny rolled his eyes and pushed past Jimmy and Brian to a pouting Matt.

Reality: Dammit, Synyster is gonna pay, that fuckin’ hurt!
Denial: Oh suck it up, it didn’t hurt that much
Reality: The fact that he hit us is what hurts.
Sex Drive: I never thought he’d be a beater
Denial: He is not a beater, he’s just scared
Reality: Well he can be gentler when he’s scared, bastard.

Zack continued to glare at the other guitarist as he moved away from him towards Matt. Jimmy ran soft fingers down his cheek, “You really did scare us Zacky. We woke up when Matt started screaming and you weren’t in bed…we thought someone took you.” Zack stopped glaring at Synyster to look up at the drummer, “I’m sorry.” He pushed his head against his fingers relaxing into the soft caress.

Reality: Ya’ know, we really do act like a cat
Denial: No we don’t
Reality: Yes, we do, every time someone touches us we just get all relaxed and mellow and-
Sex Drive: Horny
Denial/Reality: NO
Sex Drive: Bet me
Reality: Don’t you dare

Zack was beginning to feel drowsy again when Rev abruptly pulled his hand away, Zack made a small sound of protest all thoughts of sleep disappearing. He looked over to Matt’s bed and found Rev standing by Johnny; Synyster was looking at Zack questioningly, Zack resumed his glaring.

“Oh c’mon Zacky, I didn’t hit you that hard.” He left Matt and sat on Zack’s bed.

“I’m not talking to you.” Zack felt like a two year old, but he was going to make the other guitarist pay.

Reality: Ha! Bastard, pay back’s a bitch!
Denial: He really didn’t hit us that hard
Reality: That doesn’t matter; it’s the principle of the thing.

“Would it help if I said I was sorry.” Zack crossed his arms on his chest and didn’t look at him. He could feel the other guitarist looking at him and it took a great deal more effort than he originally thought to not look at him.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be stubborn.”

Reality: What’s he gonna do?
Sex Drive: Well, if you’ve noticed, every time he’s sat on our bed like that he’s tried to fuck us, so…
Denial: No he hasn’t
Reality: No, I think SD is right
Denial: He wouldn’t in front of the guys

Zack felt Synyster gently run his fingers through his hair and then slowly begin to rub small circles around his temple with his thumb, almost immediately pushing Zack into his previous drowsing state.

Reality: Damn that boy’s good
Denial: I didn’t know we were so easy
Sex Drive: We wouldn’t be if you pricks would let us have some fun every now and then
Denial: Not that kind of easy.
Reality: I think we’re pretty easy both ways.

“I’m sorry Zacky.” Brian’s warm breath blew sensually across his ear, Zack cracked an eye open to look at him and found the other guitarist looking at him playfully.

“I’m still not talking to you.” Zack closed his eye again; Synyster sighed and pulled his hand away, “Alright, I’ll make you talk to me.” Zack felt the other guitarist move and without warning his arms were gently pinned to his chest. Zack opened his eyes and gave him a questioning look, he tried to pull his arms away, but Synyster held them firm. Zack scowled at him, but didn’t speak.

“Want me to move?” Synyster had a cocky, triumphant look on his face.

Reality: Dammit
Denial: Just say something
Sex Drive: Bite ‘em
Reality: What?
Sex Drive: Bite ‘em
Reality: Well, he’ll definitely let go…bite ‘em.

Zack flashed him a cheeky smile and then sat up as far and fast as he could and bit his arm. Synyster yelped and jumped away glaring at him, “Fucker.” Zack snapped his teeth and gave him another sassy smile.

For the next three days Zack became more and more feisty, hating the confines of his bed he left it every chance he got driving his friends insane; Matt did nothing to help, he also began going against the doctor’s orders, sitting up and trying to get out of bed.

Reality: Ya’ know, we’re acting like two fussy, little kids and the guys are like our parents trying to put us to bed.
Denial: For some reason I fail to see Jimmy, Johnny, and Synyster as responsible parents
Reality: They seem pretty responsible
Denial: Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult
Reality: You got that from a shirt
Denial: So

Zack was bored, he’d been behaving all day, he hadn’t tried to get out of bed at all; he looked at the clock again, 9:43am.

Reality: Boooooooooooooored.
Denial: Surely to God we can find something to do
Sex Drive: How about Matt
Denial: Nooo

Zack looked over at Synyster and Johnny who were apparently making fun of some poor soul in the courtyard below, Zack began inching his way towards the side of the bed closest to the door.

Reality: I say we try to get to the lounge and see how long it takes them to find us
Denial: We don’t know where the lounge is
Sex Drive: I say we try to find some of those cute doctors from Grey’s Anatomy
Reality: Um, let’s go with the lounge

Zack reached the edge of the bed, watching his two friends he prepared for his mad dash for the door, and of course Rev chose that moment to walk in, he spotted Zack immediately, “Oh hell no, get your ass back in bed.” Zack pouted and moved back over and stuck his tongue out at him. Jimmy rolled his eyes and then glared at Synyster and Johnny who were looking at him sheepishly, “I can’t baby-sit all of you.” Johnny returned his glare, “He was asleep ten minutes ago.” Synyster rolled his eyes.

While they argued Zack started creeping towards the edge of the bed again, he was almost ready to jump out when Johnny yelled “Hey!” Zack froze and looked over to his three friends and relaxed when he saw them still arguing, and Matt holding back laughter as he watched the guitarist.

Reality: On the count of three
Denial: They are going to be sooo *pissed*
Reality: 1…
Denial: I don’t think this is a good idea
Reality: 2…
Denial: Maybe today we should just behave
Reality: …3!
Zack slipped from his bed and was in the hallway before anyone noticed.

Zack wondered around the third floor for awhile before he got bored and headed down to the ground floor where he dodged security, doctors, and reporters for the better part of two hours. The guys didn’t round him up and drag him back to the room until almost two. After they were back in the room the guys did the usual yelling and made the customary, ‘we’re gonna tie you to the fuckin’ bed if you try that shit again!’ spiel and naturally Zack was to tired from his little adventures to really listen to what they said, he was half asleep by the time they finished and started in on Matt. Who, from what Zack gathered, had been found wondering in the courtyard.

At five o’ clock the attending physician walked in carrying two clipboards, “Well Mister Sanders and…Vengeance, it seems you two have become quite lively over the last couple of days. Your wounds are healing nicely and there’s no sign of infection, so what I have here for you are your discharge papers, someone will be up to get you in the morning and you’ll be free to go.”

Reality: We can leave
Denial: Not until tomorrow morning
Reality: Doesn’t matter, we are outta here!!
Zack quickly signed the papers and sat in his bed practically bouncing with excitement.

“Zacky, its not Christmas, chill.” Synyster was looking at him with a sleepy smile on his face.

“Will you two please stay in bed tonight? You can run around all fuckin’ day tomorrow.” Rev gave them both a tired, pleading look. Matt smiled and nodded and smiled brightly, “Of course, we need to rest up so we can drive you absolutely insane tomorrow!” Rev, Johnny, and Synyster groaned.

“I say we tie them to their beds and leave ‘em.” Synyster pulled his hat over his eyes and began drifting into a light doze.

Sex Drive: Oh Synyster, you can tie us to anything you want ^_~
Reality: The last part of that sentence was ‘leave ‘em’
Denial: They aren’t tying us to anything
Sex Drive: Oh but we can dream
Reality/Denial: No We Can’t!!

The next morning opened with a battle of wills that put Zack and Matt against Synyster and Johnny.

“No fucking way.” Zack sat with his arms crossed giving Synyster and the hideous and embarrassing contraption he wanted him to get into a look that would make Medusa proud.

“We’ve been running around this hospital for three days, there is no way I’m going out in one of those.” Matt mirrored Zack’s posture and expression.

“Its hospital rules, you guys can’t just walk out of here.” Synyster was well past the point of annoyed, now he was getting down right pissy.

Reality: There is no fucking way we are being wheeled out of here in a fucking wheel chair!
Denial: You know, we could probably have some serious fun in one of those.
Sex Drive: Fun or not, it definitely kills our sexy image
Reality: It’s embarrassing! We don’t need it, these people have been trying to round us up for three fucking days and now they want us to be wheeled out. Hell no

“I have a problem with people telling me what to do. I’m walking out of this fucking hospital on my own two feet.” Zack huffed still glaring at the chair.

“Zack, Matt, honestly, you’ll only be in it for like ten minutes, suck it up!” Johnny rolled his eyes. Jimmy lounged casually against the door, content with watching the other four duke it out.

“If you don’t think it’s such a big deal you can switch me spots.” Matt glared at him challengingly. Synyster finally lost all patience with them, “Guys, you can either willingly get in the chairs, or we can get Keith to *put* you in the chairs.”

Reality: He wouldn’t
Denial: He would, you know he will
Zack’s glare turned murderous, “You are going to regret this.” Matt let out a feral growl to back up Zack’s sentence.

“I’m going out to the bus.” Jimmy opened the door and headed out, “Why?” Johnny looked at him a little surprised. Looking from Matt’s deadly glare to Zack’s and back again Rev glanced at Johnny and Synyster, “Because I really don’t wanna know what they’re gonna do when you put them in those chairs.” And then he was gone.

Zack and Matt got into the chairs, scowling the entire time, but to the relief of Johnny and Syn that was all they did.

“Oh will you two quit being babies.” Synyster lightly smacked Zack’s shoulder, “You’re acting like it’s the end of the fuckin’ world.” They stopped by the hospital pharmacy to pick up their various pain medications the plump woman behind the counter gave a knowing smile when she saw the vicious expressions on Matt and Zack’s faces.

“Not the most attractive things I know,” she laughed lightly, “anyway, you wanna take these,” she held up two bottles, “on an empty stomach, for the first couple of days they’ll probably make you a little sick. Once the nausea passes you can start taking them with food. And, with all of these, no drugs, no alcohol, and,” she looked down at a small sticky note, “the doctor says ‘sexual intercourse may agitate wound or tear stitches.’ So that means no sex.” She smiled brightly and handed them a bag with the various bottles of stuff.

Reality: No Alcohol!
Sex Drive: No SEX?!
Denial: We weren’t getting any anyway
Once they passed through the hospital doors Matt and Zack jumped out of the chairs and took off towards the bus.

Johnny and Synyster walked onto the bus with triumph written on their faces, “Ha! Jimmy they didn’t try anything, they just glared death at everyone in the hallways.” Synyster collapsed on the sofa.

“Yeah, but when they got here they tried to bribe the bus driver into leaving you.” Jimmy didn’t look up from the magazine he was reading at the table, Johnny slid in next to him.

“No they didn’t.” Synyster looked towards the back of the bus where the two were surely hiding then back to Rev.

“Yes they did.” Jimmy looked up and smirked at him

“Little bastards.” Synyster looked again at the back of the bus and found the singer and guitarist glaring at him.

A/N: W00T!! Second longest chapter of the story, a whole 6 pages! Don’t worry Matt and Zack will have their revenge *smiles evilly and begins plotting* Oh and stay tuned for some *serious* bus drama ^_^.
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