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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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wow, i didn't think people would actually review this again! haha thanks you guys. and no, i am 18. i don't know why i was deleted and it was the second time =[

After the long day of searching, the boys and I went out for a drink to celebrate. It was the small, crowded, bar we usually went to. As we opened the door to get in, thick smoke crept out.

“Well, guys,” started Matt,” after getting to a decent degree of tipsy, “I never thought we could do it, but we found someone as great as the great Zacky the great, and…” he was hanging on me… Ok, so maybe I was underrating his tipsiness. “She’s fuckin’ hot, too.”

“That she is,” concurred Johnny and raised his glass. Jimmy nodded. I didn’t say anything. I just sipped my beer and looked the other way.

“Come on, Syn!” shouted Matt.

“Come on, what?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“You didn’t think she was hot?”

“Sure she was hot, I guess,” I trailed off. I didn’t really like her. I don’t know why. There was just something invading about her. I could tell I was going to be yelled at by the look on Shadows’ face.

“You guess?” he asked, baffled. “Dude, she was fucking smoking and like, all over you!”

I laughed. “She was not all over me,” I stated.

“My ass,” he said, getting up from his barstool. “Oh,” he giggled, raising his voice as to imitate Maddie. He placed a finger in his mouth and cooed, “I’m a Syn Gates fan…” He wrapped his arms around me and giggled, then pretended to flip his hair.

“She sounded and acted nothing like that,” I said pushing him off of me.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “Sorry.” He grabbed a load of napkins and stuffed them under his shirt to mimic breasts, then returned his voice to that of a woman’s and said, “Is that better, Synnie-poo?”

I waved him off, laughing and gulped down the rest of the beer. We went home then because the next day we would practice for the first time with Maddie.

The next day arrived sooner than I’d expected. We all met at the studio to practice. Shadows had called and given her directions. Of course, they wanted me to do it, but I declined. The boys and I were waiting for 15 minutes until she showed up with a little friend.

And when I say a little friend, I mean a gigantic, ripped, six feet plus tall, security guard who had her by the arm. The guys and I exchanged looks of confusion and the guard lowered his glasses. “This girl says she’s with you.” He motioned his head towards Maddie and gave her a dirty look. “This true?”

I wanted to say: “No, that’s bullshit. Get this bitch outta here”. But I knew if I did we would be back to square one. Johnny explained the whole thing to the security guard and he reluctantly let her arm go. She rubbed it while glancing at him as he walked out the door. “Jackass,” she muttered, then spoke up. “I’m so sorry you guys! I didn’t know I needed a fuckin’ DNA sample to get in here,” she laughed and started to unpack her guitar.

“Oh no, Maddie, it’s our fault,” said Matt standing up to help her. He crouched down to be at her eye level. “We should have told security sooner.” I rolled my eyes as he placed a loving hand on her arm and said, “Does it hurt too bad?”

“No, it’s fine, thanks,” she said nonchalantly, while standing, “I just made it seem that way to make him feel bad.” We all laughed. Except me, of course.

We commenced with practicing, going over the songs we mainly play at shows. We didn’t bother with our first album; we didn’t play it on tour and she could always learn later.

The whole practice I was getting bitched at by Matt. According to him, my mind was somewhere else. I wasn’t getting into it. I was sucking the energy out of the room. I was being a little bitch.

It’s all because of her. Maddie. She was making me like this. I really didn’t like that girl. I didn’t like the way she stood there idly twirling her hair. I didn’t like the way she called me “Brian”. “Brian, could you help me out with this part?” “Oh but Brian, I thought it went like this?” No one else called me Brian. Why did she have to? And I especially didn’t like her constant apologies. I would say: “No, it’s not in that key”. And her response would always be: “OH-MY-GOD-I’M-SO-SORRY!”.

She was too happy, too peppy. When we would work on the drum part or the bass line she always sat with a smile, running her dark brown hair through her fingers. There’s no way in hell that any human being can be perfectly happy all the fucking time.

Practice was finally over. Before Maddie left she gave us each a hug and told us she couldn’t wait to see us in a few days. That’s when we would leave for tour. The hug thing was going great until she got to me. She stopped and raised an eyebrow. I looked at her confused.

“Is it okay for me to give you a hug, or are you gonna bite my head off?” she said with her hands on her hips. I guess she could tell I didn’t like her. I just sort of shrugged and looked at my worn out combat boots, then at hers: white converses adorned with Sharpie artwork. “Is that a yes or a no?” she asked. She sounded like a teacher scolding a kindergartener.

“Yeah...” I muttered. I glanced at her eyes. She grinned, stood on her tip toes, and wrapped her arms around me. A warm, tingly sensation overcame my body. I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were led, along with a certain something between my legs.

“See ya later, Brian,” she whispered, almost seductively, in my ear. And then out of no where the warmness was gone and so was she.

I was still standing there dumbfounded. How could anyone, especially her, make me feel like that? “Later…” I breathed, knowing she couldn’t hear. I thought for a moment. Maybe she’s not that bad. We could actually be friends. Maybe more-

I was pulled from my mind by Matt’s voice. “Yo, Syn,” he said. I snapped my head towards him. “What the fuck was that?” His arms were crossed. I could see that Jim and John were on his side.

“What the fuck was what?” I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

“I’m not an ass! Just because I don’t hump the girl like you do doesn’t mean I’m a-”

“I was not humping her!”

“Bullshit you weren’t! You have a girlfriend, Shads.”

“I know that! I was not humping her!”

“No, you’re right. You were full on penetration, raping her.”

“FUCK YOU!”

“FUCK Y-”

“GUYS!” Jimmy screamed. We both looked at him in astonishment, Johnny too. “Just shut the fuck up! Who cares who’s humping who or who’s an ass? Now, we’re going to be on the road with this girl for a year, maybe more. And from then on, she could even be a permanent replacement. So just grow the fuck up and learn to deal!”

We were all quiet after that. Jimmy usually doesn’t yell. I was kind of scared. I knew Matt was too. And Johnny. “Yeah well,” Matt stuttered under his breath, “I wasn’t fucking humping her… And if you tell Val, I swear to God, Syn!”

“Enough,” Jimmy said, holding up his hand. “Let’s just go back to the apartment.”

And we did. And we slept. And the next few days were lived in utter silence. Until it was finally time to go back on the road.

The guys agreed to pick Maddie up at her place. It was a chilly and early Saturday morning. The kind I hate. I hate every Saturday morning. I believe Saturdays are meant for sleeping in and doing nothing. So I was already in a bad mood.

What got me pissed even more was how fucking hard it was to find her god damned house. She had one of those weird addresses with like 200 numbers and the most common street name. Once we found the street, then there was the trouble of finding which apartment complex she lived in. There were dozens on the block that looked exactly alike.

Maddie lived in the “bad” part of town. The part of town where misfit kids roamed the streets and hookers waited on their corners. We finally came to a building that read the same address as the one MapQuest had given us. The front door was creaked open and windows were broken. Two children played ball in the front yard.

I was staring hard at the place, thinking how on earth could she live there? Her home didn’t reflect the perky and positive woman that she was. I could feel the guys’ eyes on me. I snapped my head away from the window of the bus to look at them. “What?” I barked.

They looked at each other as if I was crazy.

“Aren’t you gonna go in?” asked Johnny.

I glared at him hard. Then at Matt who was laughing. “Why do, I have to go in?” I asked, irritated.

“Because none of us are going in,” said Jimmy flipping through a magazine.

“But I don’t wanna!” I whined like a child.

“Just go the fuck inside, Syn!” Matt said, his first words to me in days, “Jesus Christ…”

I pouted for a moment, then threw myself from my seat and got out of the bus. I walked to the door of the building with anger and yanked the door open. I looked for her name on the panel to buzz her. My eyes scanned down until I got to a “Madeline Chastity Bailey”. I snorted with laughter. “Chastity,” I thought aloud, “what a gay middle name.” Then a voice inside said, “Shut the fuck up, Elwin,” and I did.

I pressed the button and my ears were instantly filled with her voice. “Hey! You can come up; the door’s unlocked. I’m just gonna be a few minutes.” Before I could respond the connection was lost. I pushed on the door, which was indeed open, and made my way up to her apartment.

After climbing to the top fucking floor, I found her place and knocked on the door. I got no answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. I pressed in on the door a little most firmly and it creaked open. I slipped inside, hoping to go unnoticed.

Maddie’s home wasn’t as bad as I expected. The front room was her living room and kitchen. The living room had a nice plump sofa, coffee table overflowing with magazines, and a decent sized TV. Her kitchen was basic: stove, oven, fridge, counter, toaster, sink. It lacked a table though. I guess she didn’t have many friends over.

I sat down on her couch, which was quite comfortable, and swung my legs up on the table. The walls of the apartment were plain and white; old prints hung in select spots while paintings were in others. My eyes searched for the remote to the TV but fell on something else.

A business card on the stacks of Cosmo Girls and Vogues. I held it between the tips of my fingers. It was pink and white and read in bold, black letters “Silk” and in smaller letters underneath “Finest Gentlemen’s Club in the OC”. I raised a brow when I saw her number and name on it.

“Stop snooping through my stuff, Brian!” The card instantly dropped from my hand. I jerked around to meet Maddie’s accusing eyes. My mouth opened slightly, as if to say something.

“I-I-I..” I stuttered. Her angered eyes soon turned into humorous ones.

She laughed, “I’m just kidding, relax.” She looked around curiously. “Where’s everyone else?”

“In the bus,” I said, my heart still pounding. I would ask her about it later… maybe… “Come on,” I said getting up, “Let’s go.”

“Does it look like I’m ready to go?” she asked pointing to her body. She had most likely gotten out of the shower because her hair was damp. She wore sweat pants and a tight tank top that clearly showed she was cold.

“Um…” I didn’t know how to answer. “Yes?”

She shook her head disapprovingly. “Silly Brian. No, I am not ready. Give me like, five minutes, okay?”

Five? Damn I thought she’d take more then that. “Ok, five.”

She grinned. “Great! Oh, do you want some ice cream or something? Mi casa es su casa, or however it goes. I took French.”

“No, I just wanna get the hell out of here,” I snapped. Her grin turned into a
pout. I felt bad, almost instantly.

“Well you’re not getting any with an attitude like that, young man.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can you please just hurry it up?”

She huffed. “Fine. If you want to speed this up anymore, you can start taking my stuff downstairs.”

“Yeah okay, where is it?” Maddie pointed to three huge black, white, and pink polka-dotted bags and her guitar case next to the door. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” She shook her head no and made that “nuh-uh” noise that two year olds make when they mean to say “no”. “There is no way you’re taking all of that.”

“Yes there is.” I was starting to get pissed.

“Just take what you need,” I said trying to be reasonable and “nice”.

“I need all of it.” When I get pissed I start strikes.

“You don’t need all of that.” I motioned to her luggage.

“Yes I do.” Strike one: short simple answers tick me off. Especially childish ones from her.

“No, you don’t.”

“How would you like it if I said you can’t bring all your bags?” Strike two: long answers that are equally childish. How would I like if I can’t bring all my bags? Jeez.

“Well, I don’t have 50 million bags.” I think I hated this girl.

“Does that look like 50 million bags to you?” she said, her hands on her hips. Strike three: condescending me. I had had it.

“This is what you’re doing,” I said in an annoyed voice, “You are either unpacking all your fucking shit and fitting it into one fucking bag, or leaving fucking two of them. Got it?”

Her glee-filled eyes turned to scared ones as she crouched away from me. She looked like she was going to cry. Oh shit… I thought. Is she really gonna cry? She didn’t though. She just muttered an “Ok…” and dragged her stuff to her room.

I thought about what I said and how I said it. I didn’t mean to make her feel bad. I was about to follow her into her room and tell her it was okay to bring everything. But then the guys came in.

“What the fuck is taking so long, Syn?” Johnny said, looking ticked.

“She’s just getting ready, John,” I said.

“We’re gonna be late,” said Jimmy.

“Late for what?” I said, “Our first gig isn’t until tomorrow night. Just give her five minutes, guys.” And that was that. I had just stood up for a girl I said I hated.

Maddie came out of her room just as five minutes had ended, her hair in long pig tails with pink and white checkered bows. She wore tight jeans with holes in the knees and layers of tank tops with a torn tee-shirt over. She had only one bag in her hand.

“Sorry you guys, I decided to do a little repack.” She made the act of pushing hair behind her ears, even though it was already there. She gave me a timid look, then looked back at the ground.

I felt like shit.

We made our way down the stairs. I asked her, “Maddie, need some help with your bag?” That classic smile returned to her lips and she handed me her sole bag. I smiled back at her and the next thing she did I never expected. She grabbed my face and planted a huge kiss on my cheek. Blood rushed to my face and I knew I was blushing. This tour couldn’t be that bad...
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