Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
Everyone Wants Gates
Zacky smiled as he spun in a circle in the swivel chair next to Matt. He ran a hand through his hair and adjusted the hat on his head. He glanced over at Brian’s sleeping form with a smirk.
“Dude, he’s pissed you didn’t have to come in at the ass crack of 11,” Matt said with a grin.
He shrugged and grinned. He leaned back in his chair, his mind wandering slightly. He closed his eyes, lost in a daydream and for the fifth time it revolved around Brian.
“Snap out of fantasy land, Baker.”
Zacky blinked, glancing over at Matt and rolled his eyes. “What?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes.
“While you were off in dreamland, I had a brilliant idea. You and Brian should hang out here for the rest of the night and actually get some shit done.”
“FUCK THAT!” Brian growled. He sat up to glare at Matt, picking his fedora up off the floor. “I’m getting shit faced tonight, not chilling with the fat-ass over there.”
“Thanks, Gates,” Zacky muttered as he rolled his eyes. “Am I really that boring to you?”
Brian shook his head. “No. I just have plans with Michelle and a bottle of Jack,” he said with a smirk.
A flash of jealousy raced through Zacky, but he shook it off. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I don’t want to know what you do with your girlfriend,” he muttered.
“Why? You jealous, V?” Brian asked, his smirk still plastered to his face.
Yes. “No. I just don’t need to hear about all your sexual fucking conquests.”
“Just admit you want me and be done with it,” Brian said with a yawn. His eyes were practically burning a hole in the side of Zacky’s head.
“Fine. I fucking want you. Happy?” Zacky snapped.
“Whoa. Touchy much? What are you, PMSing?”
“I’m just not drunk enough to take your shit,” Zacky answered. He ran a hand over his face and leaned back in his chair.
“Just admit it, Zack. You wish Gates were boning you,” Matt said with a smirk.
Zacky didn’t answer. He flipped Matt off and leaned back into his chair. He would never admit to anyone that he wished he was Michelle or the many other girls Syn had slept with.
“I’m Synyster fucking Gates. Everyone wishes I was boning them,” Brian said with a cocky smile.
“Well, I don’t,” Zacky muttered, playing with his lip ring nervously. He knew Matt would be able to tell he was lying. Syn was a bit dense at times.
“Good thing, too, V. That would make you gayer then you already are.”
“Okay, Gates. Leave him alone,” Matt said, always playing the mediator. He looked at Zacky, eyebrow raised in a question.
Zacky glared at Brian, wanting nothing more then to smack the smirk off his face. Either that or fuck his brains out.
“Chill, Zacky, baby. You’ll get a turn,” Syn said smirking.
Zacky’s jaw clenched and he looked at his hands. He wished Syn knew how badly he wanted that. To have him all to himself, to have Syn love no one but him, but he knew that would never happen. He was just Zacky. Just the best friend.
“Dude, he’s pissed you didn’t have to come in at the ass crack of 11,” Matt said with a grin.
He shrugged and grinned. He leaned back in his chair, his mind wandering slightly. He closed his eyes, lost in a daydream and for the fifth time it revolved around Brian.
“Snap out of fantasy land, Baker.”
Zacky blinked, glancing over at Matt and rolled his eyes. “What?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes.
“While you were off in dreamland, I had a brilliant idea. You and Brian should hang out here for the rest of the night and actually get some shit done.”
“FUCK THAT!” Brian growled. He sat up to glare at Matt, picking his fedora up off the floor. “I’m getting shit faced tonight, not chilling with the fat-ass over there.”
“Thanks, Gates,” Zacky muttered as he rolled his eyes. “Am I really that boring to you?”
Brian shook his head. “No. I just have plans with Michelle and a bottle of Jack,” he said with a smirk.
A flash of jealousy raced through Zacky, but he shook it off. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I don’t want to know what you do with your girlfriend,” he muttered.
“Why? You jealous, V?” Brian asked, his smirk still plastered to his face.
Yes. “No. I just don’t need to hear about all your sexual fucking conquests.”
“Just admit you want me and be done with it,” Brian said with a yawn. His eyes were practically burning a hole in the side of Zacky’s head.
“Fine. I fucking want you. Happy?” Zacky snapped.
“Whoa. Touchy much? What are you, PMSing?”
“I’m just not drunk enough to take your shit,” Zacky answered. He ran a hand over his face and leaned back in his chair.
“Just admit it, Zack. You wish Gates were boning you,” Matt said with a smirk.
Zacky didn’t answer. He flipped Matt off and leaned back into his chair. He would never admit to anyone that he wished he was Michelle or the many other girls Syn had slept with.
“I’m Synyster fucking Gates. Everyone wishes I was boning them,” Brian said with a cocky smile.
“Well, I don’t,” Zacky muttered, playing with his lip ring nervously. He knew Matt would be able to tell he was lying. Syn was a bit dense at times.
“Good thing, too, V. That would make you gayer then you already are.”
“Okay, Gates. Leave him alone,” Matt said, always playing the mediator. He looked at Zacky, eyebrow raised in a question.
Zacky glared at Brian, wanting nothing more then to smack the smirk off his face. Either that or fuck his brains out.
“Chill, Zacky, baby. You’ll get a turn,” Syn said smirking.
Zacky’s jaw clenched and he looked at his hands. He wished Syn knew how badly he wanted that. To have him all to himself, to have Syn love no one but him, but he knew that would never happen. He was just Zacky. Just the best friend.
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6/27/17