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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: Hey there! For those that are reading this, I'm terribly sorry for the delay. College is signing up for classes now, and I'm having the hardest time choosing anything! I still only have two classes right now, and I have no idea what I'm going to do. It sucks, royally.
Anyways, I'd like to thank AndiKellyDiscombobulated for the review! I seriously got so freaking excited when I saw it... Which just goes to show how sad I am. But, enough of that!
This chapter introduces the other main characters, and further establishes the relationship Abel has with them. There will be even more detail in the next chapters, so please bear with me.
And now, enjoy chapter three: Let the Torment Begin!
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“Val, you’re an angel.”
I rolled my eyes. I had grown to love Matt and Val being together, because they were just made for each other in my eyes. But, c’mon; I was only human and I could only take so much love from them before I wanted to rip my ears off and curl into the fetal position. But I wasn’t a cynic in the love department at all. No way, I was all for love. Just because I had never been in a relationship didn’t mean anything, and just because I was still a virgin at my age also didn’t mean anything… Other than the fact I hated people. Yes, that was it! I could get any of it whenever I wanted, but there was always something wrong with the guys in question, and well… Back to the outside world, and leaving my thoughts.
Jimmy cleared his throat and moved his beer bottle from his right hand to his left, and then pointed towards the ceiling- or, rather, the second story of his home- with his free index finger. “I have a guest room. By all means, fuck up there, but don’t do it in front of us.”
Brian and Johnny raised their bottles towards the air, from their positions on separate sides of the room, to signify they supported that notion. I guess I wasn’t the only one tired of the “perfect couple” and all of their cooing. Which was understandable. Brian was against relationships, and Johnny had just never reached the mindset that would let him settle down. And Jimmy? Hell if I knew. I mean, I just managed him; I didn’t try to figure out his thought process. That was like trying to read the ancient Mayan language or something.
Jimmy’s living room, where all seven of us were gathered, was quite arguably one of my favorite places in all of our homes. It was… comfortable. Due in part, no doubt, to Jimmy’s messy, barely healthy living conditions, but it also seemed to have the same feeling he had with him at all times: nothing mattered, just relax, and have fun. The style of the furniture- one loveseat, a sofa, and a recliner- was suede, super comfortable, and a deep blue color that only added to the serene feeling the room exuded. All the extra stuff, like fancy wall paper and desks and what have you, were completely disregarded in favor of simple cobalt carpet, a midnight blue rug in the center made of velvet, and matching midnight blue paint on the walls. No pictures adorned said walls, as that would have taken away from the sheer appeal of the room. It was made to head into and relax, and who were we to say no to that?
Earlier, as soon as Johnny and I arrived- we were the last ones- I noticed Val’s car was also out front. This had struck me as odd, since I was told that this was a “celebration for just the band,” and I was sure the only reason I was going was because I managed them. Val was the ex-manager, sure, and she was Matt’s longtime girlfriend, but I guess “just the band” meant “just the guys” in my head, and I was wrong in thinking so. A look over in Johnny’s direction showed he was also confused, though, so maybe she just showed up? I wasn’t going to make a big fuss about it since she was my best friend, though.
There was no need to knock, and I followed Johnny in as he opened the door and announced our presence. Once I was in, I closed the door and turned the lock on the door handle before sliding my glasses off and tossing them, as well as Johnny’s keys, onto the table that had everyone else’s junk on it as well. The living room, from the front door, was just on the other side of the wall to the left of the entrance, and the door to the Room of Comfort could be reached in five small steps. When we arrived, we noticed Val and Matt had already claimed the recliner in the far, opposite corner of the room; she was sitting on his lap, in case anyone needed the clarification. Jimmy, in typical Jimmy fashion, was sprawled out in the middle of the floor with a beer close at hand. Brian was lying on the sofa with his hat pulled down to cover his face while his body took up all the available seats, and Zacky was seated on the loveseat with his body leaning against the side cushion as his right hand propped up his head.
Upon our entrance, Johnny snorted at Brian’s position and made a beeline straight for the seat next Zacky, but he gave that man-hug to Zacky awkwardly before sitting down. With no where else to go, I just waved at everyone, but didn’t have long to stand there awkwardly as Val leapt up from her seat and rushed towards me, her arms outstretched. I smiled, and we embraced, rocking side to side in an unabashedly feminine way. She whispered the words “You and I need to talk” in my ear so only I could hear, to which I just flashed her a grin before pulling away from her completely. After that, she headed to the kitchen to get a beer for Johnny and bottled water for me.
That didn’t solve the whole lack of a seat for me, though, and since I sure as hell wasn’t going to sit on any of the guys’ laps, that left two spots for me. The first one, and the one I also instantly ruled out, was the floor with Jimmy. However, that would leave me particularly vulnerable to the random drummer, and I wasn’t in the mood for any “games” he may have had in mind. This meant I had to go with maneuvering around the very stubborn Brian. Biting the bullet, I walked around the back of the sofa to the place where his feet were crossed on the edge cushion, lifted his feet, planted by posterior firmly on said cushion, and then lowered his feet down onto my lap. It wasn’t the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in, and I did take a second to get a bit more comfortable, but it would have to do. Brian groaned and made a noise that he wasn’t happy with the arrangements, and I could have cared less.
Back to the present, that was how we were in our current situation. After Val returned with the drinks for Johnny and me, all of us were just lounging around and enjoying the company. Matt had originally made it out to be a wild “party” between us, but I was beginning to think he had over exaggerated just a bit. I was perfectly fine with that, though. Really, with the album about to be released, and the tour just around the corner, it made sense that I wouldn’t be in the best of moods for one of their private party… things. Especially since they generally involved a prank pulled at my expense, courtesy of Jimmy or Zacky, as the left-handed guitarist could be just as evil as our favorite drummer when he wanted to be.
After one particularly strange lull in the conversation after Jimmy poked fun at Matt and Val’s relationship (The awkward silence and shifting on the “happy couple’s” chair could only mean they had had a small falling out not long ago), Johnny, in a somewhat small voice, spoke up. “Can you believe we’ve made it as far as we have?” His age truly showed with the question. None of us are old, but the small amount of years we had on him were those crucial years that could truly spell the difference people. Even still, it was a question that made every one of us contemplative.
Until Jimmy cackled from his position on the floor and started to roll around from his laughter. The strange part was he was still sober, since those beers he had weren’t near enough to make him lose it. Even stranger- none of us were surprised by his behavior.
“What the fuck is so funny, Rev?” Matt was laughing along with the drummer, although not nearly as hard.
Zacky, apparently, didn’t care. “Who cares? Let him spaz out; hell of a lot funnier than what we were doing.” If there was one member that could be considered “cruel” or something it was Zacky. He wasn’t “cruel” though, or at least I didn’t think he was. Definitely “cynical” though, and had a distinct flair for saying something that could be out of place, but by no means was he heartless. That said, when it came to needing someone with a similar mentality, I often found myself talking to Zacky and vice versa.
After the comment, the rest of us did watch as Jimmy struggled to calm himself down enough to talk to us. Although we guys were more amused by our helpless drummer- although I use the term “helpless” lightly- Val was a bit concerned. She never was fond of Jimmy’s outbursts, or really she just never fully grasped how they worked. I’m banking the extra tour time helped for the rest of us.
Anyways, after he was finished and was lying, panting, on his back in the middle of the floor, he answered Matt’s earlier question. “I was just,” chuckled, “thinking of how it all started and,” he stopped to clear his throat, “then I thought of how we all got to know each other.”
I made a face, which Zacky laughed at. “Whatever made you think of that?” Oh, didn’t I sound like such a snot-nosed British person? In case you’re wondering- no, I’m not British. I just speak with elevated vocabulary in a conscious effort to completely eradicate my natural Southern drawl. It was truly despicable, if I may say so myself.
“Well, Johnny mentioned how far we’ve come, so I went straight back to the beginning of when we became serious, which strangely enough is when you came into the picture.” I still have no idea how he switches from hysteric to logical at the drop of a dime.
Val laughed. “We really were a ragtag bunch at first, huh?”
“That doesn’t even begin to describe it,” scoffed Brian from under his hat. He switched his feet around so that the other one was on top. Part of me doubts he was uncomfortable and was really trying to kick me. “We fuckin’ hated each other at first.”
“Not really,” stated Val, the smile on her face evident through her speech. “You and Jimmy have always been close, and the same goes with Matt and Zacky. Johnny, once we started to treat him like an actual person instead of a pest, clicked with everyone but you, and Abe and I were friends right away.”
Matt laughed then, his own echoing across the room. “You were the only person that got along with him at first!”
“It is not my fault you used to be an uncouth barbarian without any tact, Matthew.” I could be such a smartass.
“Hey!”
“Oh it’s alright Mattie,” Val leaned back and playfully slapped his chest as he glowered at me, “that was what attracted me to you in the first place!” He perked up immediately.
Rolling my eyes, I shifted my gaze over to the loveseat so I could look at Zacky and Johnny. The rhythm guitarist was smirking at me, prompting me to narrow my eyes at him in dismissal. I knew what he was thinking, and that was definitely not bothering me in the slightest.
“I think we should reminisce!” Jimmy exclaimed as he shot up, arms in the air, his legs spread out before him like a child’s. His black hair was ruffled up, appearing like he hadn’t even managed to run a brush or comb through it for however long he had been awake.
“Reminisce about what, exactly?” Zacky tore his gaze away from mine to look at Jimmy, leaving me to look somewhere else. My eyes moved down to the hat-covered Brian, the inked arms folded over his chest. The back of the shirt he was wearing was folded, which in turn pulled up a bit of the bottom hem. As a result, I was greeted with a streak of tan skin, of which I looked away from. What? I’m not going to lie, I mean he was pretty cute. Kind of. In any case, his feet weren’t in the nicest of spots either, and I didn’t need anything to make this position even more uncomfortable… If you know what I mean.
“About how we all met!” Jimmy was slightly exasperated, almost like he was dealing with children. The irony was not lost on me.
“I don’t see the point.” I didn’t just enjoy bringing down their moods, I relished it. That was a lie. “We all know where we’ve come from, and how it all started. Furthermore, we probably don’t remember it exactly the same anyways. We’d spend more time here arguing about how things went, and I’m not too fond of the idea.”
Brian snorted and sat up, fluidly removing the hat from his face to set it on the floor, while simultaneously swinging his legs over so he could sit properly. Or, at least as properly as he could. His back was propped in the corner with one arm resting on the armrest while the other stretched out along the back edge, his calloused hand seeming to be reaching out towards me. “Congratulations, Manager,” I was no stranger to sarcasm, especially when it came with that smirk of his. “You’ve just volunteered yourself as the first person we talk about!”
A cheer came up from everyone around me, and I couldn’t help but sigh and get into a more comfortable position in my own corner.
This was going to take a while.
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Author's Note#2: So, how was it? Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, even though I'm not exactly fond of it. It's sort of the required transitioning chapter, know what I mean? I'm sure you do... Those are painful chapters to write!
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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