Love Notes

Brian was not what everyone thought. He was pretty much down to earth. He wasn’t scary nor intimidating. He seemed to be pleased with Zacky’s choice; I sure hoped so.

“So how old are you?” Brian asked, as Zacky snaked his arm around my waist.

“I’m 18. Will be 19 in July.” I smiled, but I saw the look on his face, he wasn’t that happy.

“Your 18? Zack come on man! She’s a baby.” Brian started. Zacky’s grip got tighter.

“I don’t give a fuck! I like her, ok? And you can like her, too, or I’m out the fucking band!” Zacky retorted.

“Zack, your like a fucking pedophile, for Christ’s sakes!” Brian yelled, pointing to him.

“Wait just one fucking minute there Brian. I’m 18, not a fucking child. I’m probably more fucking mature than you’ll ever think of being! Shut the fuck up, and quit talking over me, like I’m not here!” I raised my voice at Brian.

His face softened, and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, Zack.” He said.

“I don’t need an apology, Zayden does.” Zacky spoke for my defense.

“I’m sorry, Zayden. I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized to me. I nodded.

“Apology accepted.” I smiled, as Zacky rubbed my side.

While the two talked amongst each other, I sat back and prayed that the others wouldn’t say things like that. I know Brian didn’t mean to, but it kind of hurt. And before I’d let Zacky leave the band, I’d put myself out of the situation, even if I fell hard for him.

“Zay?” Brian questioned. I looked at him.

“What?” I asked, wondering what he wanted.

“Whatever you do, please don’t hurt Zack. He’s been hurt more times than I can count on my hands and toes. Just please don’t.” He pled. I understood.

“I don’t have it in me to hurt anyone that way. I’ve been cheated on, and pushed around so many times, its unreal. I want someone who can give me just as much love and attention as I can give them.” I replied adding a small smile. Brian got up, and gave me a hug.

“Well, welcome to the Avenged family, Zay.” He smiled, hugging Zack as well.

The door opened up, as the others filing in. They walked right passed us, into the kitchen, then coming back into the living room. They took their seats on the empty spots, that were left on the couch. Matt looked at me, and glared.

“So you’re the bitch, Zack bailed on us for, huh?” He questioned with hatred. I couldn’t hardly speak, I didn’t know what to say.

“I..I didn’t mean for him to bail.” I stuttered out.

“Yeah? Well he did, thanks to you. Zack, why in the hell did you bring her back here?” Matt looked at Zack for answers. Before he could say anything, I spoke up.

“Excuse me.” I said, getting up and walking out the house.

I lit a cigarette, and walked to my car. I unlocked it, and got in. I started it up, as I saw Zacky running out the house, towards me. He got to my side, and I rolled the window down.

“Babe, don’t leave. Matt’s just being an ass.” He pled, the look of guilt and hope played his eyes.

“I’m not wanted here, Zack. Its ok, I’ll see you tonight.” I let a tear fall off my cheek. Fuck my hormones.

“Zay, please stay. I don’t want you to go.” He said, getting eye level with me. He brushed the fresh tear that was on my cheek, pulling me into a kiss. I broke away from the kiss.

“Fine, but I’ll go off like I did on Brian.” I warned, as he laughed then kissed me again.

“Deal.” He smiled, opening my door for me. I turned my car off, and stepped out.

He wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a hug. I never wanted to break this. But it was terrifying to think that I was falling for someone like I was; specially in the little time we’ve talked. Though with him, everything seemed perfect.

He broke apart, and gave me a simple kiss on the lips. “You ready to go back in?”

“Sure, I guess so, but remember what I said.” I demanded. He laughed, and nodded.

“Yes my love, anything for you!” He said, as he took the cigarettes from my pocket, putting one in his mouth.

I took it out, “Ah, ah, ah, we’ve got to go back in.”

“But, but..” He started. I shook my head, and giggled.

“Not gonna work on me.” I smiled, kissing his chin.

“Not even if I do the puppy eyes?” He questioned.

“Not even if you do the puppy eyes.” I reassured him. I heard him groan behind me, as we came back to the door.

He put his hand on the knob, and turned. Here goes nothing, again.

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