A New Beginning

I laughed as I took a drink out of the bottle of Kinky. I already felt welcomed back into the family. The guys were being the same dumbass jokesters as they had been, Jimmy especially. They were telling all sorts of stories about stupid things fans had done. A lot of them had written gay love stories about Zack and Brian, and they were super disturbing and detailed... Their relationship had been referred to as "Synacky." I felt bad for the guys. The stories were uber fucked up and nasty. I can't believe fans did that. There were girls who had thrown themselves naked at them, and girls who were throwing thongs up on stage with sexy notes attached. It was pretty funny, actually.

Eventually, they changed the subject from them to me. "So, Emma, what do you do now? Or what have you been up to?" Matt asked, looking interested.

"Tattoo and piercing." I said with a smirk. Matt raised his eyebrow. I continued talking. "I actually did a lot of my own tattoos... And all of my own piercings." I had my right eyebrow double pierced, all three spots on my bottom lip, left monroe, and the right side of my nose. I had started a sleeve on my right arm. There were a lot of different quotes and some lyrics... Including "Angels lie to keep control" from Slipknot's song "Snuff." On my back there was a tattoo that had made it lool like my skin was slashed open and ripped, and there was fishnetting underneath. I took off my jacket to show them what I had gotten done on my arm, and then turned around so they could see the netting on my back. Brian just rolled his eyes at the tattoo on my back. He had always known about my weird obsession with fishnetting.

"Pshh, weak. You don't have enough tattoos." Jimmy threw out those words, and I just rolled my eyes playfully at him.

"Hey, I'm getting more." I defended myself. "I'm getting something for my mom, but I haven't decided what yet.

I yawned and slumped down into the couch, lying my head in Brian's lap. Though I had already slept for a few hours earlier, I was still extremely tired. The last thing I really remember before falling asleep was Brian stroking my hair and whispering something in my ear that sounded a lot like the words "I love you."