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The First Time	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know A7x or their girls. This is all fiction and I'm not making any mula.

Chapter List
- 1-The First Time
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“Matt!” Jason yelled at the singer while he fiddled with his ear buds and his head shot up, “What? What’s wrong?” he asked alarmed. Jason stalked over to him and pointed in the general direction of the dressing room, “What the fuck is Syn’s problem? I just had three guys come up and tell me he’s being a complete dick. I love you guys, but there’s no way I’m going to tell people to put up with your bullshit.” Jason snapped. Matt held up his hands, “Whoa, easy Jason, I’ll go see what his problem is. I’m sure he didn’t mean it, he’ll apologize.” He took the ear buds out and pulled the wire out of his shirt before handing it to another roadie. “You know where he went?” He asked. Jason was still irritated and led the way to the dressing room.

Jason pounded on the door and no one answered. Matt reached around him and turned the knob. Jason walked in and did a quick scan of the room. There wasn’t much to look at two couches and a small coffee table were the only pieces of furniture. “Not here.” He said gruffly. Matt stepped back so he could leave and then went in himself. “I just told you he’s not there.” Jason said annoyed. Matt didn’t answer and walked around to the other side of the furthest couch from the door and crouched down. Jason walked back into the room and found Brian sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head in his arms. Matt reached out and lightly ran his fingers across his arms. “Syn, what’s wrong?” he murmured. The guitarist didn’t move and Matt shifted to his knees and gently worked his hands between Brian’s head and arms and pulled it up. “Bri?”

Brian’s eyes were red and puffy and he stared at Matt exhausted. “Oh Fuck, Brian what’s wrong?” Matt let go of his head and instead lifted him under his arms and pulled him against him. Brian wrapped his arms around him and hid his head in his neck while his body began to tremble. Matt murmured to him and kissed his temple gently rocking him back and forth. “Tell me what’s wrong, Syn.” He whispered pained. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this without him.” He whimpered. Matt’s arms tightened and he closed his eyes. “I know Bri, I know.” He reached up and threaded his fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, “I know.” Matt looked up at Jason tiredly, “I’m gonna take him back to the bus, I’ll talk to the guys.” Jason shook his head, “It’s cool Shads, I’ll do it.” He said quietly. Matt didn’t argue and rested his head against Brian’s. Jason reached down and ran his fingers down Brian’s arm, “Take care of him Matt.” He said. Matt nodded and held the guitarist more securely and Jason left to find the three guys Brian had yelled at.

“Come on Bri.” Matt whispered a moment after the door softly clicked shut. “Let’s go back to the bus.” Brian sniffled and slowly released the singer’s neck. Matt pulled him close again and kissed his forehead, he hadn’t seen Brian this miserable since the day after. “I love you.” He murmured kissing him again. Brian nodded and let Matt pull him to his feet and lead him out the door.

He didn’t hear anyone on the bus when he trudged up the stairs tugging Brian along. “Zacky? Johnny?” he called quietly, “Mike?” no one answered and he sighed a little relieved. He really needed some peace and quiet. For half a second he thought about retreating to the bunks but discarded that idea and sat down on the couch. The bunks were cramped enough with one person, with two it would be claustrophobic. Brian sat next to him and rested his elbows on his knees and let his head hang. Matt wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him against him again. Carefully he stretched out completely on the couch and Brian rested his head on his chest and closed his eyes. Matt leaned his head back and draped his arms around Brian’s shoulders; every now and then they would shake and his breathing hiccupped as warm tears soaked through his shirt.

“Matt, Shads, wake up.” Zack’s quiet voice pulled him out of sleep. Zack’s green eyes were worried, “What’s wrong?” he whispered. Matt blinked and rubbed his eyes, “What?” he asked tiredly. Brian had moved at some point to rest his head on Matt’s shoulder and his breath blew softly against his neck. Matt tightened his arms around him and for a brief second he was back home on his bed clinging to Brian as his heart slowly broke apart. He swallowed thickly and shuddered himself back to the present. “Matty what’s wrong?” Zack asked again. Matt slightly shook his head, “It’s okay, Zack.” He murmured. Zack sat down on the floor next to the couch and leaned his head back against Matt’s arm. “Two weeks ago I knew touring was the right thing to do, you know.” He said. “Now I…I don’t know if I can. I don’t think I can go out there without him.”

“I know.” Matt whispered squeezing Brian again. The other guitarist rolled onto his stomach and came too close to kneeing Matt in the crotch for him to carelessly drift back into sleep without fixing their positions. He reached down and coaxed Brian over a couple inches so he could drop one leg to the floor and the guitarist fit snugly between his legs. He leaned his head back again and closed his eyes and moved the arm Zack was leaning against and wrapped it around his shoulders instead. Zack’s soft cheek rested against his bicep and he tugged his arm off his shoulders and instead turned in the loose embrace and held his arm against his chest.

“What?” Brian’s head jerked up and he looked around confused. “You’re not Michelle.” He mumbled laying his head down again. Matt cracked his eyes open and then closed them again smiling, “You’re not Val.” He murmured stroking his hand down the guitarist’s back. Brian sighed and pressed closer to him. “Guys, wakey wakey. Show time in an hour.” Mike said softly. Matt blinked his eyes open again and looked at the drummer and nodded. Mike gave him a small smile and headed in the direction of the bunks. “Syn.” He murmured, the guitarist groaned quietly and burrowed his head into his chest. “Come on Syn, time to get up.” He yawned. He looked over the edge of the couch intent on getting Zack to let go of his numb arm and chuckled quietly. Zack still had a death grip on his arm and Johnny was curled against his back snoring quietly. Brian lifted his head and smiled too and reached down and ran his fingers across the bristly hair on the side of Johnny’s head. The bassist made a small noise and pressed closer to Zack. “Zacky.” Matt murmured shaking his arm a little, pins and needles radiated from his shoulder all the way down to his fingertips and he winced a little. Zack raised his head and looked around and then up at Matt yawning. “I can’t feel my arm.” He said flexing his numb fingers. Zack made a disapproving sound and reluctantly let go of him. He groaned in equal parts pleasure and pain as feeling swiftly returned to his arm with a cascade of stinging pins and needles.

“I swear Shads if you ever make that sound again while I’m on top of you like this, it’s not going to be good for you.” Brian said raising his head and looking him dead in the eye. Matt smiled crookedly and rotated his shoulder, “Yell at Zack, he’s the one who had my arm in a vice.”

“Guys shut up.” Johnny said crankily. Zack turned around again with his own quiet groan and roughly pulled Johnny into a tight hug. “You need to be up anyway, brat.” He said putting him in a headlock. Johnny whined and tried to push Zack away but gave up after a few half hearted attempts. “You both need to move if either of us are gonna get up.” Brian said laying his head down again. Matt ran his fingers up and down his spine and he relaxed against him again. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna be asleep again.” He mumbled. Matt smiled and used his now fully functioning arm to hug him tightly. Zack grudgingly let go of the struggling bassist and stood up with several snap, crackles, and pops from abused joints. He groaned and twisted his neck around until it popped too much to Johnny’s disgust. The bassist smacked his leg and stood up, much quieter, and pushed him again when Zack popped his shoulder. Brian finally rolled off of him and stretched and Matt had his first easy breath in several hours. His chest felt almost too light without Brian’s heavy body pressing down on it. He sat up slowly wincing when his back and ribs protested the change in position. “Christ Syn, you are heavy.” He said rubbing his ribs where most of the guitarist’s weight had been centered.

“How long do we have to get ready?” Johnny asked rubbing his eyes. Matt finally stood up and rolled his neck, “I think Mike said an hour.” Johnny nodded absently but he looked a little ill. Matt pulled his head against his chest, “It’ll be okay.” He murmured. Johnny nodded hesitantly but when he stepped back he still looked like he was going to be sick.

Nausea churned his stomach as the crowd’s screams grew more intense while the roadies teased them with tuning riffs and light tests. An arm wrapped around his shoulders, “You ready for this?” Mike asked. Matt swallowed and nodded flashing him a weak smile. Mike gave him a quick hug and did the same thing to Synyster. Johnny was standing off to the side already sweating and looking sicker than ever. Matt walked over and captured him in a crushing hug, “We’re here, Johnny. We’re right here with you.” He told him over and over again until Jason tapped his arm. The bassist looked up at him and licked his dry lips and nodded, he didn’t look as green but the threat of vomiting was still high. He trailed behind Matt and snuck in line behind Zack pressing his forehead against the guitarist’s back. Zack reached back and took his hand; he met Matt’s eyes and gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach his troubled eyes. Matt nodded and looked at Brian, his jaw clenched and he took a deep breath before looking back at Matt. His rough hand slipped into his for a second and then the house lights dropped and they walked out on stage.

xXx

A/n: I can’t imagine how hard that first show was for them but I think I might have touched on it here. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
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