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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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“ZACK GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT!” I screamed as Zacky chased me with a garden hose. Although we were far from a garden; we were in the back ally way of a concert hall hours before our first show ever together.

“MAKE ME!” he taunted, spraying the cold water all over me as I sprinted to get away. He held the burgundy colored hose in his hands and smirked deviously at me. He had me cornered in the ally. “No where to run now, huh Syn?”

I looked around franticly for something to fire back at him and smiled when my eyes laid on the perfect weapon. Fight fire with fire is what I always say. My eyes found their way to another hose. Zacky’s smirk was wiped clear off his face when he saw what I had spied.

I ran to it and turned it on as quickly as I could while Zacky fired freezing liquid at me. I countered him with his own attack. He fell backwards and was on his back. I got the rest of my revenge by uncontrollably showered him with water.

After I felt he had learned his lesson I ceased my vengeance upon the young Vengeance and let him get up. He was soaked to the bone as was I. He looked me up and down. “Asshole,” he said with a grin.

“Dickhead,” I replied ever so intelligently with the same grin.
He pushed me playfully. I pushed him back. There was an awkward silence between us. Out of the clear blue I felt lips upon mine.

My eyes dilated and my face became rouge. Zacky was kissing me. His arms gripped my biceps. He made no effort of slipping his tongue inside. He was shaking. No, that was me. But by the time I finally relaxed his touch was gone.

I could tell I looked shocked from Zack’s face. He faintly blushed. “Sorry,” he said, itching his head nervously, “You just looked really cute just then and… I don’t know, I just…”

I silenced him with my mouth over his. It was his turn to be surprised. But he wasn’t. He had much more sangfroid about the situation then I had.

His hands returned to their spot on my arms and mine went around his waist. He begged entrance to my mouth which I eagerly granted him. Our tongues clashed together. Our groins grinded against one another’s. A moan escaped my lips and we grew closer together.

Then a vibrating sensation came over me below my belt. I was saddened when Zacky pulled away and I realized it was his cell phone. He pulled it out of his pocket with one hand still touching me. He read the text message and put the phone back in his jeans. “We gotta go,” he said, his tough finally leaving me.

“Oh…” I said slightly disappointed. Where did that come from? I thought. I’m not gay. I looked at him and he looked at me. His lips turned into an upward shape. He planted a chaste kiss to my lips. I smiled.

We walked back into the concert hall dripping wet and with hands on each other’s asses.

“Briannnnnnnnnnnnn,” I heard a strangely happy voice squeal. Then I underwent what I thought was an earthquake but what turned out to be Maddie shaking the hell out of me. My eyes squinted open. A toothy grin was painted on her face. “Wake up sleepy head.”

“No,” I said turning around in my bunk to face the wall. She tugged on my arm and I shook her off. Then she pulled at my hair and I shook her off again. What started to really piss me off was her poking. She started poking me. At first I ignored it. But after a while (30 seconds) I couldn’t take anymore.

“What the fuck do you want?!” I screamed.

Maddie was still smiling. “We’re stopping for food. Do you want to eat or should I just let you go back to sleep?”

I groaned. “Well it’s not like I can go back to sleep…” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting up.”

I was haggard. I desperately needed sleep. I hadn’t gotten any in the past week because of… Zacky. He’d been haunting my dreams. I felt terrible going on tour without him. He was my best friend. He was my lover. He was everything. Oh, I didn’t mention that before?

It was a small thing between us. Neither of us had girlfriends and it got pretty lonely on the road and… This sounds really gay (and literally it is): we just fell for each other. It’s like your friend of the same sex at summer camp you like to “experiment” with.

Yeah, I guess you could say we liked “experimenting” with each other. But I am straight. I like women. I love women. A lot. Back to the story:

We had been on the road for only a few hours and were already stopping. We stop a lot. Do we really need to stop? No. Should we really be stopping? No. Do we fucking care? No.

The place we were going to eat at was a small pancake house (it was still morning). Everyone else was inside ordering so Maddie was the only one who came to get me. She was walking in front of me but then slowed her pace to walk by my side. She looked at me and smiled. I gave her the look of “What?”.

“Get much sleep?” she asked inquiringly.

I glared at her. “Does it look like I got much sleep?”

Her eyes immediately went to the ground and her cheeks turned red. “Sorry…” she mumbled.

We walked the rest of the way into the restaurant in awkward silence.

It wasn’t so bad once we got in. We found the guys sitting in a booth in the corner with their shades and hats on, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but utterly failing. Maddie and I joined them, sitting on opposite sides of the booth. The look on her face…

While the rest of the guys laughed and joked around she just sat there seeming miserable. Was she acting like this because of me? I thought to myself. One half said, Good, she should feel like shit. Fuckin’ bitch. And the other half said, I’m sorry Maddie, really I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.

In the short amount of time I’ve known this girl, I have hated and loved her. Okay, maybe not quite hate or not quite love, but the less extreme versions of them: dislike and like.

Maddie is incredibly funny and can be charming when she wants to. She’s gorgeous. She has amazing skills on the guitar. And that’s about all the good I can say. Maddie is also a childish, stubborn, Valley Girl who gives brunettes a bad name. You can either hate or love this girl, and right now I can’t decide between the two.

“So, Mads,” said Matt. I rolled my eyes at his stupid nick-name for her. “Tell us about yourself.”

She picked through her eggs and bacon and looked up coyly at him. “Tell you about myself?”

“Yeah,” chimed in Johnny, “Like, about your life. Childhood, school, family, y’know.”

“Oh,” she said like she finally got it. Dumb ass, I thought, chuckling to myself. No one seemed to notice, or if they noticed they didn’t care. “Well, I grew up in Las Vegas and moved to the OC when I was about 14.”

“Why’d you move?” asked Jimmy.

“Job reasons. My dad was a… he had his own business and he could get better customers there.” They nodded, almost in astonishment like she was telling the ancient history of the universe. She continued: “My childhood was actually pretty crappy,” she laughed. “I went to a shitty high school. The kids were brutal. I got in fist fights every day…” she trailed off, chuckling at some parts. I was actually surprised. I could never picture her at a place like that, let alone getting in fights there.

She went on to tell us about her family. Her mom and dad had a bad relationship but refused to divorce. “My mom was a desperate bitch and my dad was a horny bastard,” she said, taking a mouthful of eggs. After sliding them down her throat she finished, “They were meant for each other.”

Maddie had two brothers (one of which was her twin) and she was the youngest. She went on and on about how her oldest brother, Caleb, was a medical doctor. He lived in Beverly Hills and was well known throughout California for his knowledge of medicine. She said nothing of her twin though. She didn’t even tell us his name. I guess she didn’t like him.

There was a long pause after she finished her life story. Then Jimmy asked, “What was your last job?”

She coughed into the cup of orange juice she was drinking. “Last job?”

“Yeah,” he said, “Didn’t you have a job before you auditioned?” We all laughed. Well, they all laughed. I pretended not to hear their conversation.

“Oh… yeah…” she said slowly. Her fork twirled in her food. “Um…” she started, “I was a…” She paused as if she forgot what she was going to say. “I was a dancer.” Her head came up and she smiled at everyone.
“A dancer?” Matt asked with enthusiasm in his voice.
“Yes, a dancer,” she replied crossing her arms.

“What kind of dancing?” asked Johnny who was also intrigued.

She thought. “It’s hard to explain.” Her hand went to her chin and she pursed her lips in thought. “It’s like a mix of hip-hop, jazz, R&B, and techno. What ever music is playing, really.”

“Where do you dance?” asked Matt, “Like with a company or something?”

“I guess you could call it a company,” she said. And that was the end of the conversation.

It was time to leave so we paid the bill and walked lazily back to the bus. As soon as Matt, John, and Jim were far enough away from us, I decided to bring up that business card to Maddie.

I came up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Company? More like a strip joint.” She halted in front of me and her skin became white. She turned around to face me.

“Excuse me?” she asked, not sure if I had actually said it. I wasn’t even sure if I had actually said it.

“I saw your card on your table,” I smirked and she grimaced. “Does Daddy know his little girl is a stripper?” Her dainty little hands gripped my jacket as firmly as they could (which was firm enough) and shoved me up against the wall of the restaurant.
“So you were snooping through my stuff,” she said with rage in her voice. I was actually scared of this girl. She was strong.

“I, I, I…” I stuttered.

“If you say anything, if you tell a soul, I swear to God I will rip your balls off and use them as a hood ornament,” she said sternly through clenched teeth.

“I… I wasn’t gonna say anything, I just…”

“What?” Her hands fell from my body. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

I looked at her curiously. “What do you mean?”

She sighed. “You wanna know the real story about me?” she asked in a sympathetic voice. I could tell she was sorry for out bursting like that.

I nodded.

Breath escaped her lips. “I’ll tell you later. Let’s just get on the bus.” I nodded again. We started heading for the bus and she stopped me. “Please,” she stared deep into my eyes like she was about to kiss me, “Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want you guys to think I’m a whore.” I just nodded. I couldn’t speak.

The annoying, preteen-like girl, had just almost made me wet myself. I wouldn’t dare tell the guys. But I was anxious to hear about the real Madeline Bailey.
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