Self-Titled Album and Synacky
Chapter 9: I just wanted to take some clothes back!!
*Gena's POV*
« Allo?
-Syn? I wanted to ask you, why did you want me to be at the studio?
-I can’t stand the fact of seeing you both like that. I mean, Gena, understand him, he was fucking drunk!
-Shut the fuck up. If he knew that he couldn’t control himself once drunk, he shouldn’t have been drinking, that’s it! Don’t try to make us comeback together.
-But Gena, he loves you. When you left, he went to the bathroom and cried.
-I don’t care. Now leave me the hell alone, Brian. »
I didn’t know why he wanted to see us together like that, that isn’t his fucking problem. But whatever…
*Zacky's POV*
I was wearing the same clothes since one week because Gena was at home and I wasn’t able to go there because of some reasons. I needed to find a solution to get my clothes back... I couldn’t wear the same boxer everyday right? That’s fucking dirty. I went there with my own keys. I was glad that didn’t change the lock because I couldn’t have opened the door. The house was such a mess! I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this, until now. Thankfully Gena wasn’t here. I knew that I had to be as quick as possible because if she sees me here, I’m a dead man. I went into the bedroom. Next to the bed there was a picture of Gena sleeping in my arms. I wanted to cry, but I knew it was useless because crying will certainly not make Gena comeback to me. I suddently heard the sound of keys in the door’s lock and I started to panic. I had to find a place to hide asap. There was a big empty cabinet so I’ve entered in it, didn’t move and barely breathe so they couldn’t hear me. Yes, they. Gena was with a massive blond guy, tattoed. He was wearing a white shirt and skinny jeans. They finally went Inside the bedroom and the guy threw her on the bed…You know what comes next. 10 minutes later, they were still doing it and I felt like I couldn’t stay here for hours. I suddently wanted to sneeze and I kept saying to myself: « Oh God, WHY! I’m in such aweful situation, why do I have to sneeze right now?! »
« Atcha! »
Oh no. Fucking nose.
« Wait… Did you hear this, Gena?
-Did I hear what Chris?
-I think someone’s is hidden somewhere. I heard someone sneeze!
-You sure?
-Yes, I know I’m 42 but I still can hear very well. »
He looked Under the bed and finally opened the cabinet I was in.
« What the hell? See, Gena, I knew that someone was there!
-Zacky? Why the fuck are you trying to do? Stalk me? I’ll press charges against you, Baker. This will send you to jail, I swear you.
-Gena babe you want me to punch him in the face?
-No no, don’t touch him, if he gets injured, we won’t win against him. »
What the?
« Hey it’s not what you think. I came here to take my clothes. Look, I even have pants on my shoulder. I didn’t come up here to stalk you or anything.
-I don’t care, you should have asked me and I would have brought you your clothes tomorrow at the studio.
-Wait a second, tell you new boyfriend to hide his micro penis please, goddamnit. It bothers me a lot. » He was about to hit me when she held him.
« Calm damn asshole, I’m just kidding. - I say.
« Insult me once again, and you’re dead, get it? »
He thinks he impresses me. Bwahahahahaha.
I reply, laughing like crazy:
« I’m not even insulting you, I’m describing you, dumbfuck! » At this very moment, his face was all red and he was super angry. The guy suddently pushed me and made me fall. I quickly got up and « accidently » hit Gena instead of him. Oh God, why do I have to be that goofy?
« WTF DUDE? REAL MEN DON‘T HIT WOMEN, FACE SOMEONE OF YOUR LEVEL!
-NO CHRIS, forget this, Zack, I want you to leave my house right now. I’ll press charges against you tomorrow, I’m not kidding anymore.
-Fine, do it, I don’t care. I haven’t done anything wrong, anyways. Bye! »
As soon as I was back to home, I called Syn to tell him about what happened.
« Zack you’re crazy you should have asked her before entering in her house like that… You’ve acted like a thief.
-. I’m not a thief, this is still mine and Gena’s house, I’m sorry. Oh and You’re on her side now? Wow, it’s super cool to know that I can count on my best fucking friend 24/7 and 365/365! Fuck all of this!
-No it’s not what I m- »
I hang up the phone.
*Synyster’s POV*
I don’t know what to do with Zacky… Plus if he goes to jail, how are we going to finish the album? He has really fucked everything up this time. Matt, the rest of the band, our producers, and fans will be mad at him. Ouch, I’m happy I’m not that little piece of perfection, for once.
« Allo?
-Syn? I wanted to ask you, why did you want me to be at the studio?
-I can’t stand the fact of seeing you both like that. I mean, Gena, understand him, he was fucking drunk!
-Shut the fuck up. If he knew that he couldn’t control himself once drunk, he shouldn’t have been drinking, that’s it! Don’t try to make us comeback together.
-But Gena, he loves you. When you left, he went to the bathroom and cried.
-I don’t care. Now leave me the hell alone, Brian. »
I didn’t know why he wanted to see us together like that, that isn’t his fucking problem. But whatever…
*Zacky's POV*
I was wearing the same clothes since one week because Gena was at home and I wasn’t able to go there because of some reasons. I needed to find a solution to get my clothes back... I couldn’t wear the same boxer everyday right? That’s fucking dirty. I went there with my own keys. I was glad that didn’t change the lock because I couldn’t have opened the door. The house was such a mess! I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this, until now. Thankfully Gena wasn’t here. I knew that I had to be as quick as possible because if she sees me here, I’m a dead man. I went into the bedroom. Next to the bed there was a picture of Gena sleeping in my arms. I wanted to cry, but I knew it was useless because crying will certainly not make Gena comeback to me. I suddently heard the sound of keys in the door’s lock and I started to panic. I had to find a place to hide asap. There was a big empty cabinet so I’ve entered in it, didn’t move and barely breathe so they couldn’t hear me. Yes, they. Gena was with a massive blond guy, tattoed. He was wearing a white shirt and skinny jeans. They finally went Inside the bedroom and the guy threw her on the bed…You know what comes next. 10 minutes later, they were still doing it and I felt like I couldn’t stay here for hours. I suddently wanted to sneeze and I kept saying to myself: « Oh God, WHY! I’m in such aweful situation, why do I have to sneeze right now?! »
« Atcha! »
Oh no. Fucking nose.
« Wait… Did you hear this, Gena?
-Did I hear what Chris?
-I think someone’s is hidden somewhere. I heard someone sneeze!
-You sure?
-Yes, I know I’m 42 but I still can hear very well. »
He looked Under the bed and finally opened the cabinet I was in.
« What the hell? See, Gena, I knew that someone was there!
-Zacky? Why the fuck are you trying to do? Stalk me? I’ll press charges against you, Baker. This will send you to jail, I swear you.
-Gena babe you want me to punch him in the face?
-No no, don’t touch him, if he gets injured, we won’t win against him. »
What the?
« Hey it’s not what you think. I came here to take my clothes. Look, I even have pants on my shoulder. I didn’t come up here to stalk you or anything.
-I don’t care, you should have asked me and I would have brought you your clothes tomorrow at the studio.
-Wait a second, tell you new boyfriend to hide his micro penis please, goddamnit. It bothers me a lot. » He was about to hit me when she held him.
« Calm damn asshole, I’m just kidding. - I say.
« Insult me once again, and you’re dead, get it? »
He thinks he impresses me. Bwahahahahaha.
I reply, laughing like crazy:
« I’m not even insulting you, I’m describing you, dumbfuck! » At this very moment, his face was all red and he was super angry. The guy suddently pushed me and made me fall. I quickly got up and « accidently » hit Gena instead of him. Oh God, why do I have to be that goofy?
« WTF DUDE? REAL MEN DON‘T HIT WOMEN, FACE SOMEONE OF YOUR LEVEL!
-NO CHRIS, forget this, Zack, I want you to leave my house right now. I’ll press charges against you tomorrow, I’m not kidding anymore.
-Fine, do it, I don’t care. I haven’t done anything wrong, anyways. Bye! »
As soon as I was back to home, I called Syn to tell him about what happened.
« Zack you’re crazy you should have asked her before entering in her house like that… You’ve acted like a thief.
-. I’m not a thief, this is still mine and Gena’s house, I’m sorry. Oh and You’re on her side now? Wow, it’s super cool to know that I can count on my best fucking friend 24/7 and 365/365! Fuck all of this!
-No it’s not what I m- »
I hang up the phone.
*Synyster’s POV*
I don’t know what to do with Zacky… Plus if he goes to jail, how are we going to finish the album? He has really fucked everything up this time. Matt, the rest of the band, our producers, and fans will be mad at him. Ouch, I’m happy I’m not that little piece of perfection, for once.
3/29/13