Simone pressed her gas teasingly, making a loud growling noise coming from her black Chevrolet Camaro. Once in a while she would smirk at the opponent beside her who wore a skull bandana covering his mouth and his hair gelled up to a spiky look. She ran her hand through her own sleek brown hair and tied them up into a ponytail. She wore a half phantom mask covering her face – it’s part of the game rules. Opponents can’t show their faces to each other until they have ended the game.

The track was easy this time. They have to race along the asphalt and the road that lead up to a hill and turn back here, at the starting point. Her opponent’s brown eyes were gazing sharp at her. Those set of eyes, looked achingly familiar. She got lost in his gaze for a bit that when the gun was fired, her opponent accelerated his Audi Spyder R8 and left her a few miles behind.

“Oh no you don’t.” she murmured to herself, letting go of her clutch and stepped on the gas.


Simone had involved in this kind of night activity for a while now. She was always winning, but there are times that she had to succumb in being the loser. That’s what she hates the most. Being the loser.

The winner gets to do everything he/she wants to the loser. The loser has to be the winner’s slave for one day. When Simone won, she usually retorted money out of her opponents. There was one time she lost to a cocky guy, whose real name she still didn’t know and face she still hadn’t seen but he went by the name of Synsyter Gates. What kind of a name was that, she didn’t give a flying fuck. That winner though, didn’t ask anything from her. Didn’t leave his number behind, and their pact was forgotten just like that.

Simone took no time to catch up with her opponent and right when they were drifting through the roads up to the hill, she went pass the Spyder easily while raising a two fingers cocky salute to him and sped away. She was convinced that she could win this race.
Until he caught up again, next to her. He kept his speed on par with her purposely to make her feel annoyed.

“Holy shit, this motherfucker’s fast!”

That brown orbs stared into her again instead of the road.

“What’s the matter? Scared of a little comeback?” he shouted from across his Spyder.

Simone frowned. She recognized that voice.

“Synyster?”

“That I am, baby.”

After that he just drifted away and left her behind with nothing but dust.



“Damn it.” Simone cursed under her breath as she watched the host took her opponent’s hand and raised it in victory.

“And the winner is, Synyster Gates!”

The small crowd cheered and honked on their cars while Simone rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest. She ignored the chaotic scene and walked back to her Camaro, getting ready to leave.

“You owe me two days, Simone.”

She turned to look when his voice sounded so near to her face. Still with the skull bandana on, Synyster Gates stood in front of her, leaning over.

“And the deal starts now.”

“What? I don’t have to be your slave! Just ask me for money and we’re done.”

Synyster laughed, sinisterly.

“Not a chance, baby.” He walked forward, eventhough there wasn’t much space between them anymore. She backed off a bit, until her ass landed on her car hood. He placed both of his palms beside her, locking her in.

“What are you doing, Gates?”

“Take off your fucking mask, Simmy.”

Simone was stunned. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. She hadn’t heard someone calling her name like that since –

“Mom! There’s a girl in my room!”

Simone blinked at the dark brown haired boy who dressed in a white shirt and a pair of blue plaid shorts with a huge backpack on his shoulder. He was yelling and stumping across the hallway, calling for his mother.

Seconds later, Simone saw Mrs Haner came through the door with her hand being pulled by the boy. He threw a tantrum because she was standing there, in his room, doing absolutely nothing.

Mrs Haner smiled at Simone, then at her son.

“Brian, meet Simone. She is Uncle Bart’s daughter.”

“Uncle Bart? Why is she in my room?”

Mrs Haner crouched down, eye to eye with her son. “Darling, Uncle Bart is sick. Very sick. Simone has to stay with us for a while. You be good to her okay? Both of you can become friends!”

Simone and the boy named Brian exchanged glances. The room stayed silent for a while, and after Mrs Haner went out, Brian walked up to her.

“Hi, I’m Brian Jr.” he held out his tiny arm. She took it.

“I’m Simone.”

Brian grinned widely at her. Excitedly he yanked away his backpack and went towards a medium sized acoustic guitar which placed neatly by the wall.

“Hey, Simmy. You wanna hear me play? My daddy taught me to play.”

“Cool.” Simone sat next to him and listened to him playing a rhythm from The Cranberries’ Zombie expertly and it just blew her mind away.

They were ten. Fucking ten years old when they met each other for the first time. Simone and Brian became best friends throughout primary school and the early days of high school until she had to move away after her father finally recovered from his sickness.

“Come on, take it off.” He urged again, but his voice sounded sweet and soothing.

She took off her half phantom mask and she could see his lips grew into a smile from under his skull bandana. Slowly he pulled that bandana away and without warning he crashed his lips onto hers. She was stunned by his sudden action but he kissed her so softly that she gave in when he licked her bottom lip for access. He rested his palm on her jaw when their tongues met and dueled inside her mouth.

He was her first kiss.

“Brian…?” she called out in a husky voice after he pulled away from the kiss. He smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Hello, Simmy.”

Simone would never kiss a boy. She refused to. Boys are gross! She can only stand one boy and that is Brian Jr. She had lived with his family for a while now. Mr Brian Sr said that her father is in a deep sleep right now and he’s having a beautiful dream, so he didn’t want to wake up just yet. Simone wanted her father to just keep on sleeping, so that she could spend a little more time with Brian Jr.

“Brian, I don’t wanna kiss him.”

They were eleven years old. And they were playing a kissing game, which Simone ended up with a boy named Hunter. She hated him. He’s ugly and gross. He didn’t brush his teeth.

“I don’t want you to kiss him either.” Brian said.

“Why don’t you kiss me?”

“Oh, come on! Not fair! She was supposed to kiss me! Me, okay?!” Hunter grunted and stomped off his foot.

“I will use my card to replace Hunter.”

Somehow, there was an opportunity card that he could use to replace anybody or be replaced. He chose to use it right now. Hunter didn’t have any choice but to give in. The girls chanted ‘kiss, kiss, kiss’ for them and Brian saw Simone was closing her eyes tight. He leaned in and slowly touched her lips with his own. He pulled away at once, amazed by the wet and warm feeling he got from kissing her.

That was his first kiss too.

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Simone woke up with a jolt. Slowly she realized that her phone was ringing and she was back on her own bed. She ignored her phone until it went silent by itself. Shaking her head quickly, she wondered whether last night was real. Did she really meet someone from her past?

Did Brian really show up last night? How the hell did he find her? Why did he just fucking leave after they shared that passionate kiss? He only said, “Wait for my orders.” And then he sped away in his Spyder. She wasn’t having a hangover but her head was aching, just by thinking about the answers for those questions.

Once again, she was startled by the sound of her ringing tone. Groaning loudly, she picked it up.

“Yeah?” she yawned.

“Sim! I called you three fucking times! Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was sleeping you dickhead.”

“Where were you last night? Racing again?”

Simone rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Gena?”

“I got a job for you. I know you wanted to shoot something else other than my beautiful nude body, so yeah, thanks to me, I found you a job!”

Simone was fully awake now. Her eyes sparkled and her mouth dropped into a slow smile.

“Really, Gena? What kind of job is it?”

“The photographer for my boyfriend’s band. They needed one since their last one got sacked.”

“Your – boyfriend’s band? You have a boyfriend? I thought you’re afraid of commitment?”

“Shut up, are you seriously gonna discuss about my love life so early in the morning?”

Simone rolled her eyes again. “Fine. Tell me where and when and I’ll bring my tools.”

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“Avenged…Sevenfold..” Simone read the poster from outside the empty concert ground with her bag of camera tools hung by her shoulder. She scanned around the parking lot and saw a familiar looking Audi Spyder R8 parked between a black SUV and a silver BMW. But she wasn’t sure if it had the same color especially in broad daylight. Shrugging that thought off, she opened the gate casually and went in.

There were people on stage - cymbals crashing, double pedal kicking and a few sounds of shredding guitar combined into one messy melody. She got closer to the stage and just watched them trying on the instruments, turning the tuning pegs and everything.

“Can I help you? The grounds are off limits until the show starts.”

Simone heard the drummer’s voice and she turned to find a muscular shirtless guy with tattoos down his arms and a baseball cap on his head.

“Hi, are you guys Avenged Sevenfold? I’ve been told to come here. I’m the – photographer.” She introduced while lifting up her camera bag for a bit. The drummer came a bit closer to her.

“Oh, no. We’re just their roadies and techs. I’m Jason.” He offered an arm.

She took it and smiled. “Simone. So where can I find this so called ‘Avenged Sevenfold’?”

“Back there, go through the door there, and you’ll find them straight in the locker room.”

“Thank you.”

After Jason had said ‘you’re welcome’, she moved on to the backstage. She heard them whistling at the sight of her ass and she just smirked, not looking back at them.


“There you are! I was worried that you got lost!”

Simone saw Gena’s face first and as usual she wore heavy makeup on her face. They hugged briefly before she realized that Gena was standing beside a man who had sleeve tattoos spreading on both of his arms.

“This is Zacky, my boyfriend. Zacky, this Simone. My photographer. She takes great pictures!”

“Nic e to meet you, Simone.”

“You too Zacky.”

Zacky and Simone shook hands and Gena continued to introduce her to everyone in the locker room.

“Where’s Syn?” Gena asked Matthew. He groaned as his game of Call of Duty was interrupted.

“Don’t know. Toilet or something. Why do you care?”

Gena sighed deeply at Matthew. He would never pay attention to anything when he‘s in the zone. And right now, he is.

“Matt, this is Simone. Your new photographer.”

Matthew threw a quick glance at her way and nodded. “Yeah I know. Hi Simone. Take a seat. Or have a drink. Whatever. Don’t mind me.”

Simone grinned widely and brought out her camera from the bag. She snapped a picture of Matt playing COD shirtless, a picture of their drummer – Jimmy cuddling with a rather short guy who introduced himself as Johnny Christ earlier. And then she snapped a few pictures of Gena and Zacky.

“Woa, woa, woa. Don’t take our pictures, Sim. It might get leaked!”

“I don’t mind going public, baby.” Zacky chuckled and kissed Gena’s forehead. Simone took a chance to freeze that moment into a photograph.

“Yo, what did I miss? We’ve cleared that stage earlier didn’t we?”

A voice suddenly barged in, sounded rushing. Simone turned around with her camera still up and from the view finder she saw a very familiar good looking spiky haired guy with a set of gorgeous brown eyes looking down at her. She clicked the shutter accidentally.

“Brian?” she brought down her camera and faced him. He looked shock himself, eyes widened and eyebrows elevated, staring at her.

“Simmy?”

She didn’t know why. Last night at the racing dirt she didn’t have this warm feeling towards him. She only had lust and desire when they kissed. But today, after seeing him again – wearing those adorable basketball shorts and Iron Maiden t shirt, it brought out so many memories from the past.

Without realizing she ran into his arms and Brian lifted her up a few inches from the ground as they embraced tightly. Her stomach fluttered, his heart banged fast – they didn’t notice that all the band members including Matthew were staring at them, looking puzzled.

“Wow, how did you guys know each other?”

They pulled apart from the hug quickly and Brian brought her forward to the couch.

“Jimmy, you remember Simmy? The girl who stayed with my family for six years?”

Jimmy frowned at her. Simone too. Suddenly both of them remembered something.

“OH YOU!” both Jimmy and Simone yelled, followed by a heartwarming hug after that.

“Jimmy and Simmy. How could I ever forget? You’re still kicking boys’ ass, Simmy?”

Simone laughed. She used to fight with Jimmy all the time when they were kids. They practically fought over Brian’s attention as to which one would he prefer to be his best friend. After Simone had moved away, she figured of course Brian would choose Jimmy. She surrendered and settled him for being her crush instead.

“I only kick your ass, Jim.”

Jimmy laughed and parted from the hug.

“What are you doing here, Simone?” Brian pulled her arm gently and brought her down to sit on the couch.

“Gena got me this job. Being a photographer for you guys. But I don’t know how the hell is she going to pay me.”

Gena rolled her eyes. “Val is paying you. She’s Matt’s fiancée and the manager of this band. She’ll be coming here soon.”

“You’re gonna be around us for a while?” Brian asked.

“Just for this show, I think. And why are you guys even here this early? I saw the poster in front; it says that the concert starts at 8 pm.”

“Soundcheck. Oh, Simmy, why can’t you stay a bit longer? We have a lot to catch up on!” Jimmy pouted and grabbed her hand away from Brian.

“I’d love to Jim. But it depends on your manager. If she wants to hire me full time, then I can stay.”

Brian took her hand back into his lap. He sneered at Jimmy. Now they were fighting over Simone’s attention.

“I’ll talk to Val. You gotta stay.”

Simone smiled at him. He was totally a different person from last night. Speaking of last night -

“Brian, can we talk for a moment?”

Brian widened his eyes. “Sure.”

“What about me, Simmy??” Jimmy pouted again and flashed his puppy dog eyes that can melt anybody’s heart.

“I’ll have a talk with you later, okay Jim?” she planted a kiss on Jimmy’s cheek and he grinned like a school boy.

“She kissed me! That’s good enough!”

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Simone pulled Brian’s hand and brought him away from the locker room. Right when they stepped outside and found a huge tour bus behind the building, Simone turned around to face him.

But then suddenly Brian grabbed her waist, pushed her against the shiny wall of the bus and kissed her hard. His hard body pinned her onto the wall as Simone moaned and frowned at the same time.

“Brian..who..who are you, really?” She spoke in between kisses.

Brian parted form the kiss but not too far. She can still feel the warmth of his breath on her face.

“I’m your Brian. Don’t you recognize me?”

She panted, trying to control her beating heart and her own short breaths at the same time.

“My Brian is the one in that locker room. Not Synyster Gates from last night, and certainly not this guy.”

Brian flashed his infamous smirk and buried his hands into her long hair and massaged her scalp gently. It felt so good that she started to shut her eyes.

“Brian and Synyster are the same guy. Both wanted you so bad.”

Simone opened her eyes and instantly locked her gaze with his welcoming brown eyes.

“How do you know I was racing last night?”

His hand moved down to her neck and he drew an invisible circle on it with his thumb
.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Simone. I followed you one night, after I found out where you lived. Why didn’t you tell me Uncle Bart died?”

Simone looked down to Brian’s Iron Maiden tshirt. She played with the fabric mindlessly.

“I don’t want you guys to worry about me, and knowing your dad, he might take me in again.”

“So be it. We want you in our family. You’re no stranger to us.” Brian ran his hand through her hair.

She looked up to him and smiled. “There he is. My Brian Jr.”

He smiled back and kissed her softly, this time he left his alter-ego behind and just be himself. The guy who cared deeply about this girl. He rested his palm on the small of her back and leaned forward, making her even more pinned down on the wall. His kisses grew harder as his hand started to slide down to her ass.

He pulled apart, scanned around and brought her into the empty tour bus. He let her hand go to clean his bunk while she was left amazed at the size of the bus. Beer bottles clinking, clothes ruffling and some other mess were thrown from his bunk to another bunk next to him.

“Wow, you guys really made it big.” She complimented while walking ahead, eyes still gazing around.

“We just released our fourth album. No big deal.”

Simone let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah right. It’s a huge deal. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of your music before. You gotta play something for me.”

Brian laughed darkly and pulled her into an embrace.

“Oh no no. Not right now. Right now I wanna make love to you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. Without even giving a chance for her to answer, Brian kissed her deeply again and pushed her gently until she was lying inside his bunk bed with him on top of her. He pulled off the curtain covering his bunk and yanked away from the kiss just enough to take off his Iron Maiden tshirt. Simone blinked watching his tattooed body splayed majestically before her eyes.

“I only remembered you getting your first tattoo.”

Brian smiled and glanced at his thumb which inked a #1 tattoo on it. He made it with Simone by his side, holding his hand and helped him to endure the pain.

“I thought you weren’t going to do it again. Now look at you.”

He smiled and dived in for her kiss again. He took her tank top off and tossed it away. His head would bump on the ceiling above and Simone laughed watching him being adorably dorky, just like when they were teenagers.

“Wait, Brian.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you really single?”

Brian frowned at her. “What?”

“I mean, you can’t be single because you’re in a rock band. And you play lead guitar.”

He laughed aloud and reached for her upper lip, biting softly on it. Simone can feel that the Synyster Gates was back, from the way his hands roamed everywhere on her body.

“I’m waiting for the one.” He whispered and expertly snapped open her bra using only one hand. When the hell did he manage to sneak his hand back there, Simone didn’t even notice.

“And you, my slave, are my only one.”

It was like Brian had two different persons inside him. But both made Simone felt hot and lustful. He crashed his lips on her breast while his right hand squeezed and kneaded. She moaned and arched her back as her legs wrapped around his body. He slid down her jeans and panties together then proceeded to take off his own shorts and boxer.

They were naked and one. His hand prowled down to her wet core and he slipped two fingers inside her.

“Ahhh..”

He smiled watching her whimpered as his fingers penetrated in and out of her, following the rhythm of her moving hips. Distracted by her swaying breasts, he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

“Syn..”

“Yes, baby?” he ran his tongue on her nipple while gazing up to her. Simone didn’t care. She was high and she wanted him right now.

“Fuck me now, Syn.”

Brian grinned widely and licked his lips. “With pleasure.”

As if he was the one with the slave title, he obeyed her request and slammed his erection into her while she screamed loudly as though she was about to be murdered.

“Ugghh..” he groaned himself, feeling her walls tight around him. His pelvic thrust madly into her while his palms grabbed tight her soft breasts and squeezed it hard.

“Oh fuck Brian!”

“Simmy – I’ve loved you – since we – were kids-”

Suddenly Brian let out a confession while still thrusting hard inside her. She frowned but gasping for air at the same time.

“I – ahh – love – you too – Brian oh fuckk!”

He pushed and pulled wildly, making the whole bus shaking and with a few more rapid thrust he reached his point and she tighten her walls as she too, released her orgasm around him. Brian rested his elbows on both sides of her head and kissed her deeply.

“As your master, I order you to be my girlfriend.”

Simone blinked at him and chuckled softly. “Master, you already have the key to my heart.”

Meanwhile from outside, Jimmy rolled his eyes watching the bus swaying and shaking without a reason.

“Finally, those two!”

Notes

A/N: there you go @simmister_gates, your one shot! I hope you like it! Thank you for requesting and for reading my story from the start XD

A/N2: I decided to go with Simone’s one shot first because the other two requests in my hand right now are both about Zacky. Hahaha.