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Nexus	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally,nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Nexus
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
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Part 3:
Zack had no idea how long he spent in his bunk, curtain closed as he stared at the black ceiling above him, repeating the events that had just occurred. He was having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that Brian had just tried to force him to eat something. It was like the other man thought he knew better then what he did.
He scoffed as he thought about it. There was no fucking way that Brian knew anything about what he was dealing with, no idea. The fact that he had the audacity to force him to sit in front of a sugary, fatty bowl of cereal and actually make him eat it. He had no right whatsoever.
He felt the steady pull of the bus moving underneath him and decided that it was probably time for him to get out of the bunk area and try to socialize with the rest of his band. He carefully rolled out of his bunk and headed towards the door which led into the front of the bus. That was until the shiny, silver door handle that lead into the bathroom caught his attention.
He quietly opened the door and slid into the tiny bathroom on their bus. He locked the door behind him with a slight click and let out a shaky breath as his eyes immediately locked onto the white bathroom scales that consumed his every waking thought.
He took the few short steps that separated him and the scales before he stepped onto them, closing his eyes for a moment before he looked down to see his number for today. He felt his heart stop when he saw a revolting 178 staring back at him. He knew all too well that it had to have been the cereal that Brian had forced him to eat.
“Fucking dick!” Zack fumed as he stepped off of the scales and moved to stand in front of the grimy mirror that never did seem to get cleaned.
This time, he didn’t lift up his shirt, instead stared intently at his face, seeing the barely visible acne scars from his youth. It repulsed him to see those scars, a permanent reminder of what his life used to be and how he used to look as he grew up. It was no fucking surprise that girls were visibly disgusted by him.
He picked up his make up bag, fumbling through it until he found his small tube of concealer. He unscrewed the cap and pulled out the little brush that lived permanently inside. He started applying it to his face, covering up the barely visible marks, and then picked up his make up sponge, blending the colour into his skin.
Satisfied with his job, he then fumbled through his bag and pulled out his foundation. He undid the lid and put a little bit onto his hand before dabbing it evenly across his face and then worked it evenly onto his face. He put the make up sponge back into the zebra print bag that contained his cosmetics and then drew his eyes back up to stare at his reflection. He let out the tiniest of smiles as he admired his own handy work.
“It’s amazing what a little make up can do.” He murmured as he made his way to the door, unlocking it and stepping out of the bathroom.
He opened the door that led into the front area and was glad to see that none of his band mates were looking his way as he slinked into the small kitchenette area. He reached for a glass and poured himself a glass of water, drinking it slowly as he reached for a Granny Smith apple in the fruit bowl.
He took a small bite out of the green apple, satisfied with its taste, but more satisfied with the fact that it had barely any calories and had no fat whatsoever in it. As he finished the medium sized apple, he tossed the core into the bin and turned around, slightly taken aback when he saw that he wasn’t the only one standing in the kitchenette.
Matt was standing at the doorway looking at the smaller man with intent curiosity before blurting out, “Are you wearing make up?”
Zack immediately dropped his head, trying to cover his face that was flushing bright red in embarrassment. “No.”
Matt didn’t say anything, instead, trying to avoid a confrontation, left the kitchenette.
Zack didn’t lift his head until he could hear Matt’s voice rejoining a conversation that was happening at the front of the bus with the other members of the band. He took a deep breath, trying hard not to get upset.
He didn’t know why he got so embarrassed and upset at Matt’s question. It wasn’t like the whole band never wore make up, it was more the shock of wearing it when they weren’t performing that made him pathetic under his much larger singer’s gaze.
After a few minutes, he finally made his way out of the kitchenette and towards the front of the bus where the rest of his band were sitting, chatting happily with each other. The other four members looked up warily as they heard him approaching. The guilty look on Matt’s face told him immediately that he had spilled to the other man about what had happened only minutes before.
He took a spare seat close to them but the happy conversation that was in full flight between the four of them now felt awkward and tense due to his inclusion in the group. He sighed inwardly, “You don’t have to stop talking just because I’m here.”
No one made a sound as the other four all avoided contact with the rhythm guitarist and it dawned on Zack just what was so exciting and enthralling that they could no longer speak about it in front of him.
“Oh, I get it. You can’t talk about someone when they’re sitting right next to you.” Zack said sharply, eyes narrowed.
Johnny was the first one to speak. “No Zacky, it’s not like that.” The small bassist looked to his friend, who looked nothing short of angry.
“Then what is it?” Zack snapped, folding his arms tightly across his chest.
“Maybe we were talking about you ‘cause we’re fuckin’ worried about you.” Brian said sharply, causing a momentary silence to come over the other guitarist. “Can you honestly not see that?”
Zack’s eyes narrowed into slits as he turned to look at the lead guitarist. “There is nothing for any of you to worry about. There is nothing wrong with me.”
“Clearly.” Jimmy remarked sarcastically.
“Excuse me?!” Zack said loudly, causing the drummer to merely roll his eyes at him. “Don’t even fuckin’ bother to talk to me, alright? I don’t want to talk to any of you so leave me the fuck alone!” He added before storming back to bunk area, slamming the door almost off its hinges.
Matt turned to look at the lead and the drummer. “You two are fuckin’ idiots. All you’re doing is pissing him off.”
“Do you have a better idea?” Jimmy snapped.
“Next time, why don’t you make him feel like he’s welcome and not attack him every fuckin’ time he tries to sit with us.” Matt snapped, standing up and heading towards the bunk area.
Brian sighed, he was all but certain an uncomfortable silence was sure to follow.
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A few hours passed by before Zack emerged from his sanctuary of his bunk. He only rolled out because the bus had stopped moving. He crept down the narrow hallway and ducked into the bathroom quickly, grabbing an item and stuffing it into his pocket before he walked to the front area of the bus where the rest of his band was exiting the bus. He followed down the few steps and found himself standing on the ground at some run down, derelict petrol station.
The bus driver pushed past him and began refilling the bus with the fuel while he made his way into the little petrol station where the rest of his band was browsing the items available for purchase. He couldn’t help but laugh as he saw Matt pick up a porn magazine.
“Bit lonely, eh?” Zack said quietly with a smirk.
Matt shrugged. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”
Zack laughed as he walked away from his singer, heading down the aisle that housed the chewing gum. His eyes locked onto a bright yellow package as he turned it over, reading what was on the package, the large word ‘laxative’ stood out to him by a mile. His head ran through a million possible scenarios and results that could occur just by taking one of the little tablets.
He looked around quickly, satisfied that none of his band mates were watching and pocketed the small packet before taking another packet of chewing gum to the cashier and paying for the item. He slipped out of the store and saw that the rest of his band were leaning against the bus, smoking. He looked around and saw the sign for the toilets and started the short walk.
“Where are you going, Baker?” He heard Matt’s voice call out to him.
“Just gonna take a shit.” Zack called back and saw Matt nod as he headed into the dingy men’s public rest room.
He stepped into the cubicle and extracted his toothbrush from his pocket. He took a deep breath as he dropped to his knees, hardly able to believe that he was going to be doing this in a public place. He took a deep breath before he rammed the head of the toothbrush down his throat, making him gag slightly. He continued the process until he felt the contents of his stomach come up.
He pulled the toothbrush away just in time as he vomited hard into porcelain bowl. He looked down in the bowl and saw the apple he’d eaten this morning and the cereal he’d been forced to eat, which was more then enough for him to vomit again. He continued hurling his insides out until there was nothing left inside of him to spew; there wasn’t even any bile left to throw up anymore.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he leant against the dirty cubicle wall for a moment. He opened his eyes not long after and looked down to see the contents of his stomach staring back at him from the toilet. There was a lot more in the bowl then there was last night, which he put down to his midnight binge of potato chips from the kitchenette.
He finally flushed the toilet and exited the cubicle, thoroughly washing his hands before he excited the public rest room. He pulled out a piece of gum and started chewing on it as he made his way back onto the bus with the rest of the band members. As soon as he stepped back onto the bus, he made his way into the tiny toilet and locked the door behind him.
He stepped on the scales and smiled slightly when he saw 177 staring back at him, but he knew he still had a lot of hard work left before he completely satisfied with what he saw on those scales. He took a deep breath before stepping off the scales and exiting the bathroom to go back into his bunk.
He lay down on his bed before he pulled out a small, black journal and a pen, penning his most intimate thoughts of the day into it.
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