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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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A couple of weeks passed by and the tour was going great. I was dream-free and much to my surprise, our fans adored Maddie. There were now Maddie Mayhem fansites, t-shirts, pins, and other crap like that. All the guys in the band loved how big she was getting.

I, on the other hand, hated it. She had more fucking fans than I did. And I’m Synyster Gates.

I had gotten a lot more irritated with Maddie, lately. Mostly because of this but also because she confused me. She was going through mood swings, and I had no idea why. This wasn’t like her at all.

Maddie was normally a perky little girl with a smile plastered on her face. But recently, her smile was replaced by a small frown and she sat pouting most of the time. At first, I didn’t bother with it. Her minor depression was like a vacation for me. But then after a week, I got a little worried.

Yes, I got worried.

The day I asked her was our first photo shoot on the tour and our first ever without… him. “Maddie,” my voice quietly crept out. She fingered through her hair as we both waited to have our makeup done. “Maddie,” I said louder so she could hear me.

“Hm?” she asked innocently, flashing me a pair of puppy dog eyes.

“Uh,” I stumbled on my words. I didn’t know how to ask it without showing that I gave a rats ass about her. “What the fuck is up with you?” I guess I did know.

Her face squinted together in a confused matter. “What do you mean?” she asked, turning back to the mirror to tend to her hair again.

“I mean, you’re like… all … y’know… sad and shit.” Wow, Synyster, you are an eloquent young man, aren’t you?

“I’m not sad,” she said giggling, “Why would you think I’m sad?”

“Well, because…” And now I was frustrated. “What’s up with all the fucking questions?” I said annoyed.

Maddie started to crack up, “All the fucking questions? I’ve only asked you two, Brian.”

I bit down on my lip and glared at her. “Whatever,” I muttered. This only caused her to laugh even more.

“Oh Brian,” she sighed after a moment, relieved of her giggles, “you’re so cute.” Her hand came up to rest on my bear shoulder, giving me goose bumps. I felt my cheeks blush and my mouth hang open a bit.

This is the second time she’d called me that. “Cute”. And still it made me blush. And still I had no idea how I could ever be cute. So I looked it up in the dictionary:

Cute - adjective
1. Attractive, especially in a dainty way; pleasingly pretty: a cute child; a cute little apartment.
2. Affectedly or mincingly pretty or clever; precious: the child has acquired some intolerably cute mannerisms.
3. Mentally keen; clever; shrewd.

All right. Number one: Attractive in a dainty way? Yeah. Right. If by dainty they mean wicked, then sure. And I will never ever be compared to a “cute child” or a “cute little apartment”.

Number two: I don’t even know what the fuck that means. Moving on.

Number three: Well, this can’t possibly be the definition she’s referring to because I’m dumber than a fuckin’ two by four.

Maddie and I were then called into the room to do our individual and double shots. We made brutal poses and stood back to back, holding our guitars in different positions. The photographers told us to then to a pose which involved Maddie standing in front of me, gripping the neck of her guitar, and myself standing behind her with my arms wrapped around her waist.

I hesitated before doing this, but as soon as Matt shot me that oh so familiar glare I was persuaded to follow the photographer’s orders. My tops of my fingertips rested on her hips and I moved my body back so I wasn’t touching her. The photographer asked if I could hold her closer in a more “intimate” way.

I inched my fingers a bit more around her body. Jimmy yelled, “Syn, stop being such a pussy and touch the girl!” Maddie snickered and I looked angrily at her, but of course she couldn’t see because her back was to me. I rolled my eyes, fed up with their comments, and yanked Maddie so close to me that not even a piece of tracing paper could get between us. She gasped at the sudden movement, but then moaned. Or sighed. Or maybe a combination of the two?

“This intimate enough for ya?” I asked annoyed. He said it was perfect. He snapped the shots. And we were done for the day.

Done with work that is. We headed over to meet the girls at the nearest mall to hang out for a couple of hours, then go out for dinner since we didn’t have a show that night.

I really didn’t want to go to the mall. If I had a choice I would have stayed back in the bus and slept. But oh no, because Michelle is going I have to go too, according to Matt.

As Matt, Jimmy, Johnny, Maddie, and I waited for the other girls to show up, I decieded to have myself a nice, relaxing smoke.

I brought the cigarette to my lips and lit it with my lighter. I felt Maddie’s eyes on me. My eyes darted in her direction to find her glaring at me. After letting out a drag I said, “What?”

She cleared her though with an Ahem and said, “You’re smoking.”

“Good job!” I said patting her on the back and talking to her like she was a baby, “Now, what is that lady doing over there? What color are those shoes in that window?”

She squinted her eyes and puckered her lips. “You said you were quitting.”

“Correction,” I said, holding the cigarette between my fingers. “You said I was quitting.”

“But you...”
I cut her off with the childish gesture of holding my hands to my ears and saying, “Lalalalalalala-I-can’t-hear-you-lalalalalalala.”

Just then I was tackled to the ground by a girl and I was about to call security until I realized it was Michelle.

“Syn!” she said, squeezing the air from my lungs, “I missed you so much!”

“I, uh, missed you too,” I choked out. I looked to Maddie who was looking off in the other direction, twirling her hair like always.

“Hey babe,” Matt said to Val as they kissed. And Jimmy said it to Leana. And Johnny said it to Lacey. And Michelle was still hugging me. And Maddie just stood there awkwardly playing with her hair.

After we greeted one another Leana thought it would be nice for the guys to go shopping by themselves and the girls to go shopping by themselves so that we wouldn’t get into arguments about which stores to go into. I instantly thought this was a bad
idea.

Now sure, Leana is a great girl. So is Val and so is Lacey. And I’m sure those three would give a warm welcome to Maddie and make her feel right at home. But Michelle… Michelle might scratch her eyes out.

Just as we were about to go our separate ways, I spoke up and said, “I think I’ll go with the girls.” As I said this, all the guys gave me looks of what-the-hell-are-you-doing? But then Matt seemed to understand something and his face changed. He gave me a wink.

Shit, I though, he probably thinks I want to be with Michelle.

Nevertheless, we split up. The guys went one way, and the girls and I went the other. First store: Victoria’s Secret. I praised my decision to go with the girls instead of the guys. Because if you’re a guy going into a lingerie store with a girl or a bunch of girls, then you look like a pimp and it’s okay. But if you’re a guy going by yourself or with a bunch of other guys, you look homosexual or creepy.

As we entered the store, Maddie pulled my arm and whispered in my ear, “Why did you come with us?”

“Because I um…” Because I don’t want you to die. “I… uh…” I couldn’t think of a single excuse.

“Because you like Michelle,” she sing-songed, eyes on the ground.

“I don’t like Michelle, I don’t even know Michelle,” I said to her, hoping she’d believe me.

“I don’t think so…” she said, smiling as she turned her face up to mine. I gazed down at her. This was almost like how my dream started. I was about to find out if it really was or not, until the girls called us.

“Are you guys coming or are you going to wait until we come out?” They all laughed at Val’s joke and we made our way through Victoria’s Secret.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t go in the dressing room but I did eye fuck all of the naked mannequins while I waited for the girls to finish.

We left Victoria’s Secret and moved onto the next store: Abercrombie and Fitch. As we walked to the next store I noticed that Maddie had a signature pink striped shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret. I whispered in her ear, “Did you buy yourself a new work uniform?” And chuckled. Her mouth dropped but curled up in a smile. She playfully punched my arm and called me an asshole. I grinned. I thought my joke was pretty damned funny.

After arriving at Abercrombie and Fitch and experiencing only two minutes inside it, I was ready to leave. Who the fuck plays deafening techno in a clothing store? I’m there to shop, not get drunk and rave.

I sat down on the bench outside the store while the girls bought half a sandal
for twenty fucking dollars. As I waited, Maddie emerged from the store, smelling head to toe like cologne, and sat down beside me.

It was silent for a few moments until Maddie spoke out. “Bored?” she asked.

I slowly turned my head in her direction. “No, I’m having the time of my life.”

She smiled. “You look tired.” I shot her a sarcastic face that said Really? Then
she suggested, “Let’s go in the mattress store.”

She jumped up with an ecstatic smile on her face but I stayed sitting. “Need help getting up, grampa?” she said teasingly. I imitated her in a high pitched voice and said No as I helped myself up. I slugged behind her to the mattress store. This was actually a very good idea because I was falling asleep standing up.

I entered the store and crashed on the first bed I saw, my face planted into the mattress. “Let’s go to the back,” Maddie said, pulling on my arm. I moaned into the bed and pushed myself up.

After finding a mattress in the back of the store, like Maddie wanted to, I situated myself on it. I laid on my back and looked at the white tiled ceiling dotted with fans. I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. “Why did you wanna come all the way back here anyways?” I asked, my eyes shut.

I felt the bed dip to one side as she climbed in with me. “Because then the store people can’t see you sleeping and kick you out.” It moved as she let her head rest next to mine.

I chuckled and sighed, fatigue taking over me. The bed shifted again and a soft hand fingered through my hair. I opened one eye to see Maddie up on one elbow, playing with my hair. She saw that I was looking at her.

“I really like your hair,” she breathed, going back to her business, “What kind of conditioner do you use?”

I laughed. “Fuck if I know.”

She laughed at my statement as well. Her fingers methodically ran through my hair. She massaged my scalp and rubbed my temples. She could have been a fucking massage therapist. I moaned allowed as she kneeded the back of my neck. “God that feels good.”

She giggled and used one hand to push her own hair behind her ears. She laid back down next to me. “Aw Maddie,” I pouted, giving her a face of innocence.

She smiled. “Later,” she said quietly.

It was awkwardly silent between us. Our eyes were locked. I couldn’t think straight. The only thing in my mind was her, Maddie. Now this has to be a dream, I thought to myself as I inched closer and closer to her face.

Just then, she spoke out. “Do you like me?” I stopped cold.

“Do I l-like you?” I sputtered out.

“Yeah. Do you like me?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. What did she mean like? My mouth hung open but I didn’t say anything. Only idiotic sounds came out once in a while.

Then I heard Michelle. “I thought I’d find you guys in here!” she came and jumped on the bed, Lacey, Leana, and Val behind her. I sat up and straightened my hair out.

“Why’d you come in here?” asked Val giggling. Everyone laughed except Maddie and I. Val proceeded to ask Maddie a question. “So, Maddie, what are you wearing tonight?”

“Um…,” she thought, “I don’t know,” she chuckled.

“You don’t know?” laughed the girls. “Well what did you bring?” asked Lacey.

“Just jeans and crap,” Maddie said, then glared at me, “Someone made me repack.”

“Syn!” the girls yelled.

“She had like five fucking trunks, okay? I was doing her a favor!”

“There were only three,” Maddie said in her defense.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t have a dress and you need one!” Leana said. “We’re definitely getting you one. Like, now. Bye Syn.”

They hoisted Maddie off the bed and scurried away.

“What do you mean Bye Syn?” I asked.

“We mean, this is a girl thing,” Val said. “Go find the guys.”

So I got off the bed and I did. Why did she need a stupid dress anyways? Oh
yeah… dinner… this is why I like just eating at McDonald’s or Lean Cuisine meals at
home… Shit! I thought, What am I gonna wear?!
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