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He Isn't Worth It... Right?	By : DisabledPierrot Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1027 -:- 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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Author's Note: It's three in the morning and I am dead tired. Oops!
I haven't gotten much feedback at all, so I'm hoping after a few more chapters I'll get some. Heck, I hope after THIS chapter I'll get some! Not to sound like one of those people that beg or anything, but I won't spend anymore time writing any of this if no one likes it, you know? Even though I'm enjoying it.
The beginning will be slow. With the whole "the reader chooses the boyfriend" thing I was going for, I need to further establish the guys to you guys so you see how they all interract, and that can take time. I'm willing to put forth that time, however. But yes, there will be plenty of drama and stuff later on. And yes, Abel does have a personality and a sense of humor, it's just kind of overly mature and stuffy. It'll make sense later, promise. ^_^
So, on with the story! Chapter Two: Of Trolls and Bums
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“C’mon guys, Abe’ll be down soon and I really don’t want him to get pissed.”
Too late for that. I was already up earlier than I wanted to be- even if the time was not normal for anyone- and I was so not in the mood to deal with what I knew would be a headache. Johnny and Brian together outside of the studio always meant a headache for me, even if I didn’t do much to stop them. It was just the banter they went on about was generally built on nothing in the first place.
Like, once, Brian dropped some crumbs on the floor. Just a few crumbs; nothing more. I mean, after some of the messes Johnny’s been responsible for making on the bus, I don’t think he was in any position to be causing a ruckus over some crumbs. It wasn’t even a lot! But no, the troll flew off the handle, claiming someone would step on them and get them stuck in between his or her toes. Now, I always wore socks- at the very least- when moving around on the bus. Again- I knew what those guys did on the bus, and brought with them on the bus. I didn’t want some foreign fungus or what-have-you, and took every precaution.
Anyways, I digress. While Johnny was flipping out because of the crumbs, Brian sat there, completely ignoring our vertically challenged bassist. In fact, some more crumbs ended up on the floor during Johnny’s tirade, and to this day I would be willing to bet my eyeballs he did it on purpose, just to get a rise out of Johnny. And if I’m correct, and he did indeed do so with that intention, then Brian got his way because Johnny’s own eyeballs seemed to bug outward in epic proportions, and his face grew redder than his hair was at the time. Then he stomped off, swearing so much my dead grandmother probably turned over in her grave, and we all had a good chuckle about it.
But in my own house? I so didn’t want anything like that to happen, so I had to intervene as soon as I possibly could.
Before I spoke up, however, I had to stand at the top of my stairs and look down at the scene below. Brian was casually seated on my black suede loveseat. His hair, cropped shorter than it had been for the last album, was still covered by a hat, as I was perhaps the only person that didn’t mind if he wore his coveted headwear inside my home. Everyone else threw a bitchfit; I just didn’t care. His legs were also spread wide apart as he was slouched down on the cushion, his hat pulled down a bit to cover quite a bit of his face. Clearly, he was indicating through body language alone he had no interest in paying attention to Johnny’s screaming. I must admit, I liked the dark blue jeans with holes in some places, as well as the worn Metallica shirt. But I won’t get further into that.
Johnny was not as appealing, but maybe that was because he was on his feet and his arms were waving every now and then. Most people seemed to assume he was the calm one that took everything and shrugged it off, and from what they knew they could have been right. Alas… they weren’t. When he woke up, he must not have paid much attention to how his hair looked, as it was screaming “bed head”. He also didn’t seem to care about how he looked for the day, as his legs were clad in abnormally baggy brown jeans that also looked to be too long for him, and then there was a simple black hoodie. Granted, there would be next to no way anyone could recognize him if he threw on the hood, but really… The small, annoying gay side of me wanted to blow a whistle and throw some of my clothes on him, but the sheer frustration marring his face deterred me from doing anything of the sort.
Then there was Matt, standing off to the side with a look that clearly told me he didn’t know what to do anymore. After an hour of dealing with it, I guess even he wouldn’t have been able to come up with something. I had to hand it to him though- everything was still intact, in place, and no one was bleeding. That in itself spoke volumes. His clothing, that I could finally see now that there was light, was in the middle of Brian’s and Johnny’s. His strong legs were covered by snug denim jeans that appeared to be pretty new, and underneath his leather jacket was a black wife-beater. The small Mohawk he had from the “Almost Easy” music video was styled as usual, and although he swore up and down it added to his- as he called it- “already amazing sex appeal,” I kind of sided with Jimmy in that it only made him look like one of those five year olds running around with a short Mohawk and huge horned-rimmed glasses. But I’m the emo; who am I to criticize?
Deciding enough was enough, and taking sympathy on Brian, I spoke up. “Would someone mind telling me what happened this time?” I am an eloquent person, I swear I am. It’s just that I have the tendency to get a bit short and less poetic when I was so rudely awakened. Sadly, that happened frequently with this group of guys.
All three looked up at me when I spoke, and each one had a different facial expression. Matt looked relieved, and I couldn’t blame him one bit for feeling that way. Johnny had a cross of shock and annoyance on his face, although the annoyance part definitely outshone the shocked part. And Brian? Well, Brian was… Brian.
“Hey Abe!” The greeting from the reclined lead guitarist was accompanied with a small wave and a casual smile. He so won the “Nice Guy” award, and I don’t care what anyone else had to say about that. I smiled back, but looked at Johnny when the bassist spoke up.
Pointing at Brian, and obviously trying to keep his voice calm but almost failing, he filled me in on the situation. “Once again, Jackass here decided it’d be fuckin’ hilarious to make fun of my hair by calling me names. He also put his shoes up on your stuff, and tracked in dirt.” I stopped moving down the stairs, my hand on the rail, and sent a look at Brian. My eyebrows were cocked upwards, asking what he had to say in his defense.
His defense? A smirk and a half-hearted shrug, with his hands up in the air.
“Johnny,” I said, moving down the rest of the stairs and heading in towards the center of the living room where we were all congregated, “I normally try to avoid picking sides unless it has to deal with the whole band, but are we seriously still in kindergarten?” I looked at him, and he looked a bit confused with his forehead furrowed in thought. I sighed, really not in the mood to deal with this. “I mean, he was calling you names so you blew up? Normally I’m all for your… arguments, but isn’t that just a bit juvenile?” He opened his mouth to respond but I cut him off. Whenever I was set on talking, I so pulled the manager card; I loved every minute of it. “Also, as far as the dirt is concerned, it’s easy to clean up. Lord knows how many times Val and I have had to play maid after you guys for all these years.” That effectively shut him up, and Brian looked pretty damn smug.
What, did he think he was getting off of this free? Hah, that’s so rich.
“You’re not exempt, Brian. Calling Johnny names is also quite juvenile. Funny, yes, but still far below your age. It’s something I would expect from Jimmy- not you.” He grinned, and I struggled to keep from grinning myself. Matt, however, freely chortled before heading off into the kitchen, which was just through a doorway. “And just stomp your feet before you come in next time.”
He saluted me and stood up, stretched, then followed Matt into the kitchen. As they spoke and chuckled about some things, probably snatching a beer or three I stocked up for the sole purpose of the guys, Johnny stood where he was before and sulked. He really was picked on frequently, and even though I didn’t stand up for him a lot I generally didn’t join in, so maybe he felt like the last support system he had was gone? I don’t know, but I felt bad. Hey, I may be the Ice King (Or “Queen” as Jimmy sometimes used) but that was just so the stress didn’t get to me. These guys were my world, sad as that may sound, and if one of them was down in the dumps I generally followed.
With a slow stride I made my way over to Johnny and put my hands on his shoulders. He was only a few inches shorter than I was, so I had to lean down to catch his gaze. When my brown eyes finally met his, I shot him a small grin. “You shouldn’t let him get to you so much, you know.” He nodded and looked down again. Shaking him a bit to make him look up into my eyes once more, I tried to grin a bit wider. Goodness it was odd whenever I didn’t have Jimmy around to facilitate things. “Hey, Johnny, lighten up. I know the guys are a bit hard on you at times- especially Brian- but you know they only do it to get a ride out of you.” Gosh it was like I was a teacher talking to one of my students. “Now: relax, take a deep breath, and then whenever you feel like you’re up to it join us in the kitchen. All the fragile stuff like plates and glasses are in there and I don’t need you smashing something into Brian’s hat-covered head, alright?” Johnny managed to chuckle, much to my delight, and nodded.
“Yeah, alright. I’ll be in there soon. He just gets on my nerves, Abe.”
I patted his shoulder before removing my hands from him, content with the job I’d done. “What, and Jimmy doesn’t give me grey hairs every time he decides to do another one of his stunts?” Another chuckle from him meant another feeling of satisfaction from me. “Brian’s just Brian. We all had to deal with him at one point, and it’s just taking you a bit longer than it did for us. Everything’s good.”
With that, I let Johnny cool down some more and made my way into the kitchen. As soon as I hit the marble tiled floor I was winded and almost knocked down by my rather large German Shepherd, Cain. Yeah, I know, “Cain and Abel” and all that cute stuff. Cain was a birthday gift four years ago from Zacky. He told me it was because I not only needed to lighten up a bit, but because living on my own and rarely going out with anyone must have been taking its toll on my psyche. He also told me the name of the hyperactive puppy was “Cain” and I had absolutely no say in the matter. If I did have my way, I still have no idea what I would have named him.
“Hey there, Cain.” I bent down and scratched him behind the ears with my right hand, while my left rubbed his neck and shoulder area. Panting and nuzzling, he placed a paw on my shoulder and whined. I smiled- he and I did get surprisingly close, damn that Vengeance- and so I stood, walked around him, passed Brian who was sitting at the counter with a beer, and opened the back door. Cain rushed past me, no doubt heading out to relieve his bladder or something even less appealing. I closed the door, though, as I hated the thought of just leaving the door open. Again, it was that weird thing I had with doors.
“So, tell me again why we’re going to Jimmy’s?” Remember, I was half asleep when Matt was talking to me earlier. I had no way of remembering what he told me, if he told me in the first place.
“Since the new album’s coming out in a few days we were just going to head over there and celebrate, just the band!” Matt, standing on the opposite side of the counter from Brian, took a swig of his beer after filling me in.
Taking a glass out of the cabinet above my head, I turned to look at him with an eyebrow cocked. “Aren’t you starting a bit early?” I was planning on getting some water from the refrigerator.
“We’re Avenged Sevenfold, do you think we ever party enough?” Ah, Brian.
As the glass filled up, I shook my head. “No,” I said, “I’ve been witness to just how much you guys party.” Silently, I was indicating their amount of partying could be more than just a little tiring. I was also alluding to the times when I used to take part in the partying with them, at least before I took up the reigns of managing them. It’s funny how the one job that tied me to them ended up putting distance between us at the same time. One of those ironies of life, I suppose.
Standing with my glass of water, I leaned against the stainless steel door, the metal chilling my upper arm, as Johnny walked in and motioned me away from the door, signifying he wanted to get something. Making my way next to Matt, I placed my glass down on the counter and leaned on it with my elbows after having briefly satisfied my thirst. As I was walking over, Brian spoke up.
“Does that mean you regret all these years you’ve been spending time with us?” Let it be known, that I had serious trouble taking anything Brian said seriously. This was no exception, as the pout was so fake quite a number of the women in California would have trouble beating it with their plastic surgery makeovers.
“You love taking care of us.” Matt nudged me as humor laced ever word. Well, he thought he nudged me. What he really did was slam into me. Righting myself, I sent him a mild glare. He just tried to look as innocent as possible and take another swig of his beer.
“So, when are we going?” I kind of wanted to go. When I heard scratching at the back door, I walked around the counter and opened it up, letting Cain rush in and head straight for Johnny. Cain had taken a strong liking to both Zacky and Johnny. I’m guessing it might have had something to do with the height in the latter’s case, but I never dared say that out loud. As far as Zacky was concerned, he was the one that brought Cain out of whatever pound or pet store he came from. I was just happy he was a friendly dog, as his size was not to be laughed at.
“We can go whenever, although we’re going in two cars: Brian with me, and you with Johnny.” Matt was finished with his beer so he rinsed it out and stuck it in the drain. I was a bit of a stickler for recycling; always have been. Can’t say I’m a pioneer for going green though.
Anyways, I nodded as that set-up would have to do regardless. If Brian and Johnny had driven, there may have been more of a discussion as to who went with whom, but as it was there was no way for that to happen. So far, we had all managed to avoid sticking Johnny and Brian in a vehicle alone, and if we had it our way then we’d never have to see the aftermath of that particular car wreck. I could just see Johnny crashing the car in an effort to hurt Syn.
“Alright, we ready?” Matt nodded and pulled his keys out of his right pocket, holding them up so they jangled as if he was some comical character in a movie. Brian tossed back what remained of his beer and tossed it into the drain, while Johnny managed to pry Cain away from him and pull his own keys out of his own right pocket… Which I promptly took.
“Hey…” Oh look, he was pouting again. Although, this was obviously forced.
I motioned at the beer he had pulled out right before Cain came in and started to give him a doggy bath. “You’re drinking, and I’m not going to be a passenger while you’re drinking.” It was a known fact I wasn’t too big on drinking anymore, and was even worse when it came to driving.
Johnny looked incredulous. “Matt had a beer!”
“I’m not driving with him, am I?” Had him there.
“The love you show for us, Abe, is enough to warm my very soul.” Brian was speaking with sarcasm so thick it was pretty darn disgusting. His actions matched, with both of his hands placed flat against his heart and a smile that was equally as sarcastic.
Matt laughed. “C’mon, let’s go. We don’t need Johnny to find another excuse to blow up at you. See you guys at Jimmy’s.” With a smirk and a tug at Brian’s tight sleeve, the two passed through Johnny and me before exiting the front door and heading into Matt’s car. Brian, being Brian, had to turn right before he closed the door behind him and tip his hat at us.
Johnny and I were silent for some time, before Johnny broke it. “He is such an asshole.”
I grinned. “He’s Syn.” That was that, pretty much. With Johnny’s keys in hand, I locked the back door, said my brief farewells to Cain, and followed the shortest Avenged member out my front door. With my own keys I locked the door behind me, pulled down the sunglasses I grabbed on my way out, and made my way over to Johnny’s nicely refurbished… car. Hell, I knew nothing about them, but he was always making a big fuss over it so I just smiled and nodded. In case anyone’s curious, I adopted the same tactic when they were drunk. It just made things that much easier.
Sitting in the seat, I instantly noticed that I had to fix a few things. By “things” I mean I had to push the seat back, tilt the mirrors differently, and fix the steering wheel’s height. It was all a bit much and I couldn’t help but laugh a bit, and since Johnny was no idiot he caught on rather quickly.
Has anyone tried to drive with a throbbing arm with a bruise forming on the bicep area? It’s kind of tingly.
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Author's Note #2: Sooooo, a little better maybe? Again, there's probably grammatical errors up the river and through the woods, and if so next time I will definitely look closer. Due to the time and my strong desire to post this, I didn't put much time into proofreading.
OH YEAH. Does anyone have any idea what Val's birthdate is? I was planning on her being a pretty big character in this, so if someone can help with that I'd greatly appreciate it.
'Til next time!
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