I reached over and grabbed the body wash. “AXE Phoenix Bath Shower Gel™” the label read. I raised an eyebrow quizzically. So this is what Brian uses, huh...? *A/N: See Notes* Well, there’s no other body wash, so I might as well use this... I thought and poured a golf-ball sized glob onto my hand. I was going to need a lot to get rid of my hobo smell.

After I shut off the water, I grabbed the fresh towel I had set on the counter beforehand and wrapped it around my body. I stepped out of the shower and got another towel for my hair. I started rubbing my hair to dry it out and began singing “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns ‘N Roses, one of my all-time favorite songs.

When I got to the chorus, I suddenly heard a shuffling of feet right outside the door. More than one pair of feet, to be exact. They better not be spying on me... I thought, hatching a devious plan of revenge and smiling evilly. I quickly put on Brian’s shirt, which covered enough to not need pants at the moment. I started singing again just to make sure that the feet were still there. Sure enough, I heard three pairs of feet and soon heard another join them. Time to execute my genius idea! I grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. Four guys fell clumsily onto the floor and on top of each other with a loud wuumph! I started laughing hysterically at their stupidity.

“So I guess you heard us then, huh?” Zacky Vengeance said with his chin on the floor, which made his head move up and down when he talked.

“Dammit. It was all your fault, Johnny. You were the last one!” Brian said, struggling to get Johnny off of him.

“Sorry, dude. I didn’t hear you yelling.” Johnny said, awkwardly upside down on top of Brian. I just stood there with my arms crossed, looking at them and feeling satisfied with my prank.

“Matt! Get your ass out of my face!” Brian exclaimed.

“Sorry.” Matt shifted over and landed on Johnny’s leg.

“Dude, lay off the burgers. Seriously.” Johnny groaned. Everyone burst into laughter, except for Zacky.

“Umm... I know this must be a great bonding experience for you all... But can you get the fuck off me!” He yelled.

One by one, starting with Johnny, they all managed to untangle themselves from each other. I made sure not to help at all.

“So...” Brian said awkwardly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“I guess we owe you an apology?” Johnny mumbled. “Me especially. I’m sorry for what I said back there. You know, about saying you were a prostitute...”

“No, it’s quite alright, as long as you learned your lessons.” I said, acting like a disappointed mother towards her children.

“Yeah. Don’t let a girl catch you spying on her, we got it.” Zacky said, smirking at his wise-ass remark.

“Shut it, Zacky.” Brian elbowed him in the ribs. I laughed.

“So, I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves properly. I’m...” Johnny started, but I cut him off.

“You’re Johnny Christ, bassist extraordinaire! Duh!” I said. “And you’re Zacky Vengeance, the wicked rhythm! You’re Matt Shadows, the badass singer! And who could forget the genius guitarist, Synyster fucking Gates?” Brian smiled.

“So you already know who we are then, huh?” Zacky said. “That makes everything a whole lot easier. But we don’t know you’re name.”

“Ashlynn Gray.” I replied, smiling.

Zacky took my hand and kissed it. “Lovely name. Nice to meet you, Ashlynn Gray.”

“Likewise.” I said, giggling. Zacky let go of my hand gently and winked at me.

“Alright, Romeo. That’s enough.” Brian said. Everyone knew that Zacky was the romantic flirt of the four guys.

“Come on, Syn. Don’t act like you don’t like her.” Zacky said, looking at me. “She’s gorgeous. Not to mention that she has a fucking beautiful voice!”

I blushed. Zacky Vengeance just called me gorgeous and said I sing well. I must be living every fangirl's dream right now. “Thanks, Zacky.”

“Don’t mention it.” Zacky beamed. I could not help but smile back.

“Ooh, looks like Zacky’s got the hots for Ashlynn!” Johnny sang, elbowing Brian in the side a few times. My face started to turn red again, but all of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” I yelled over my shoulder as I ran out of Brian’s room and to the front door.

“Wait, Ashlynn! You forgot-” Brian was cut off by the door slamming. “-your pants...” It was too late. I was already at the front door and opening it when Brian rushed to me with my borrowed pants in his hands.

“Umm... I think you forgot something there...” The man at the door said. I looked down and saw I was only wearing Brian’s shirt.

“Shit!” I grabbed the pants out of Brian’s hands and ran off where the man at the door could not see me. I managed to get one leg in, but the other leg got stuck and I started hopping around like a retarded rabbit with one foot. Eventually, my balance gave out and I flopped to the hardwood floor. “Oww!” I exclaimed, throwing a few colorful phrases in there as well. Matt rushed over to me and helped me stand up while I pushed the other leg through and buttoned the slightly-big pants. I sat down on the couch with Zacky on my right and Johnny on my left.

“...heard you were looking for a new drummer.” The stranger said. “I wanted to audition...”

“Hell, why not?” Brian said, inviting the young man inside. “What’s your name?”

“Ticca. Pronounce it Tea-kuh. Don’t ask, my parents were high when they named me.” He said, strutting in. He suddenly stopped when he saw me.

“Well, hello there, sexy. Where’d you come from?” He said, looking me up and down with obvious intent in his eyes.

“The fiery pits of hell. Keep your little peepers off me.” I snapped, giving him a cold stare.

“Ooh, you’re a saucy one, eh? I like it.” He whistled at me. I pretended to gag.

“Thanks, but no thanks, little boy. I’m sure Mommy wouldn’t want you saying things like that to adults, now would she?” I said, talking to him like he was a little child. Matt started snickering at my retort. Ticca’s seducing smile faded away.

“I’m 36, for your information.” He looked away from me. “So can we do this audish and get it over with?” Brian seemed taken aback by Ticca’s sudden attitude change.

“Umm, yeah. We got a drum set in the basement. Wait here and we’ll set it up.” Brian motioned for all the guys to come with him.

I walked up to Brian and whispered in his ear so Mr. Flirty-Pants would not hear me. “Are you gonna leave me with that D-bag?” I asked.

“You’ll be fine, Ashlynn. If he does anything, and I mean anything, you yell for us, ok?” Brian assured me, looking into my sea blue eyes with his chocolate brown eyes.

“Alright...” I said, still slightly unsure.

Brian leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” He whispered. I was slightly shocked by the kiss at first, but immediately after, I felt warmth shoot through my whole body stemming from the place on my cheek where his amazingly soft lips had made contact. Was I experiencing love? Or at the very least, attraction? Whatever it was, I have not felt it in over seven years. Not since Tomás. I clenched my jaw at the very memory of my ex-boyfriend's name. That stupid bastard only dated me because he wanted to get in my pants. He only said “I love you” so that we could make out for thirty minutes. He only...

“Hey, so do you and him have a thing goin’ on or what?” Ticca said, interrupting my thoughts.

“If we did, it’s not your business to be asking.” I retorted, crossing my arms.

“Oh come on, sugar. It’s so obvious. He’s smitten with you.” He said, smiling in a devilish kind of way. “Makes me jealous. I mean, who wouldn’t want that ass? Mmm-mmm. Damn!” He said, looking at my butt. My jaw dropped and I slapped him as hard as I physically could. Ticca put his hand on his face where I had slapped it and hatred burned in his eyes. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that, sweet thing.” He said, grabbing my wrist with his other hand.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I yelled, jerking my wrist away from his grasp and running up the stairs towards Brian’s room.

“Oh, you ain’t gettin’ away from me this time, baby.” Ticca smirked, following after me. “I’m gonna make you mine.”

Notes

*A/N: I don't actually know what kind of body wash that Synyster Gates uses, so I just picked a random brand that I liked that he might use.*