REGGIE

"This night has been so amazing," I sighed over my little paper cup of cookie dough ice cream.

We sat in an adorable little ice cream shop on the boardwalk, overlooking the sunset as it painted the Pacific Ocean and Western sky various shades of oranges, flaming reds, and bright pinks. This was by far my favorite time of day, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend it than sitting with this amazing man.

When Brian met me at the beach, we ran like little kids along the shore line where the incoming tide splashed playfully at our feet for a long time, splashing and laughing. I couldn't remember when I had had so much fun on a date...or whatever this was. After rinsing our feet off under the little shower heads that were provided along the beach, we walked up and down the boardwalk, making comments here and there about the little shops and giggling about all of the tourists, especially when they would recognize Brian.

Now, a couple of hours later, we were enjoying our ridiculously delicious dinner of ice cream and corn dogs.

"Yea, it's really been great. I'm glad you were free tonight," he said, licking his spoon clean.

My eyes twinkled. Synyster fucking Gates was glad that I was free tonight. I don't know what led me to this point, but I know that I wasn't about to do anything to change it, nor was I complaining about the current situation. "Well, with Lily Ann going out to dinner with Zacky tonight, I was afraid that I was going to be spending my night alone, watching cheesy movies on cable and raiding my fridge. This is way better," I laughed, gesturing to my cup of ice cream and then at him.

He chuckled, leaning forward on the little table to rest on his forearms, which he folded in front of his chest. "Hey, Reggie, I wanted to ask you a question." I arched my brow, gesturing with my spoon for him to continue. "Would you like to make this exclusive?"

I nearly choked on a chunk of cookie dough, coughing and sputtering. His eyes widened in surprise and concern, and he leaned forward to pat my back. I'm sure my face was as bright a shade of red as my hair, and I wiped my mouth on a napkin, hoping to God that I hadn't spit all over him and the table.

"Jesus, Reggie, are you alright?!" He asked, settling himself back down once I had stopped coughing. I rubbed my hand across my chest, settling myself and stared at him with big eyes. "What did you say?"

He frowned. "I asked if you were alright?" I shook my head. "No, no, not that. Did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?" He nodded, giving me a look that suddenly made him seem unsure of himself. "Yea?"

"You, Synyster Gates or Brian Haner Jr., what the fuck ever? Just asked me to be your girlfriend in an ice cream shop?" He shifted, looking a little uncomfortable.

"You're right. It was ridiculous. I'm sorry," he mumbled. Before he had a chance to say anything else, I launched myself across the table and kissed him, pressing my lips hard against his for a split second and then sat back down. "Sorry for what?! Of course I'll be your girlfriend!"

He laughed, looking slightly taken aback. "Jesus H. Christ, Reg, I thought you were gonna shoot me down!" I shook my head, swallowing another bit of ice cream. "Are you insane?" I asked. "I just thought it was the craziest thing ever, but the good kind of crazy. Not that the bad kind of crazy would be too bad. I'm sure you could be a total wack ball and I would still be nuts about you," I smirked around my spoon.

He smiled brightly, and God was it a perfect smile, and dropped his little spoon into his empty cup. "Wanna go back to my place and just hang out? We don't have to drink or anything. Maybe we could watch a movie?" I nodded furiously, picking my cup up and following him to the trash can.

We decided to take his car back to his house, figuring I could just pick mine up tomorrow. I wasn't too worried about someone breaking in to it or vandalizing it, and Brian assured me he would take care of any damages if it happened, which I quickly waved off. I didn't care how much money he had. If something happened to my car, I would be the one to fix it.

When we pulled up to his house, I noticed that the lights were on and there were a couple of cars already in the driveway. Looking over at him with a frown, I reached out to grab my door handle. "House party?" He shook his head.

"Nope. Jimmy." We walked up to the front door and he let me in, stepping back so that I could walk ahead of him. The living room was lit up and I could hear the TV turned up to max volume.

"TAKE THAT, SHORT SHIT!" "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE, COME ON!" "NO ONE CAN DEFEAT TEAM STALLION DUCK!"

Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his noise, taking the lead towards the living room. Jimmy was standing on the couch, a headset perched on his head and a remote control in his hand. He was dancing wildly, jabbing at the buttons like his life depended on it, while Johnny kicked his feet in the air from the recliner, his headset hanging slightly off of his head as he struggled against the relentless assault of Jimmy and the rest of his XBox Live team.

I burst into a fit of giggles, hanging on to the corner of the wall as Brian walked up behind Jimmy and stood there, waiting on one of the guys to notice him. "GUYS COME ON! FUCKING MURDER THEMMMMM!" Johnny shouted into his mouth piece, his feet kicking furiously like it would save him. Brian cleared his throat and Johnny looked over at him, sliding the headset around his neck and trying to gesture to Jimmy for his attention.

"NEVER TAKE YOUR EYES OFF THE PRIZE, GNOME! DIIIIIIE!" Brian reached a hand up and slapped Jimmy in the back of the head, causing him to fall comically down onto the couch and spin around, looking at Brian with wide, innocent eyes.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Jimmy rubbed at his head, looking around Brian at me and waving. "Hey, Reggiiiie!" I waved back, still laughing and watching the scene unfold before me.

"Me what the fuck? It's MY house! What the fuck are you guys doing?" Brian yelled, gesturing at the disaster that used to be his living room. Jimmy smiled sheepishly as Johnny turned the volume down, ignoring the cursing and yelling coming from their head sets.

"My XBox took a shit. Red ring of death. I called you, but you didn't answer. So I used my key!" He held up the little brass key proudly, smiling at his best friend. Brian rolled his eyes. "That key is for emergencies, Jimmy," he muttered, running a hand through his stylishly unkempt hair.

"This WAS an emergency!" Jimmy countered, pointing to the screen behind him. "We had a match tonight with the guys, and Johnny forgot that his internet connection has been fucked up. Matt was busy tonight and Zacky was on his date, which meant he'd probably take Lily back to the house afterwards, and I didn't know you'd be with Reggie! So I figured this was a safe bet!" He rambled, grinning back at me.

I walked forward, linking arms with Brian and smiling fondly at Jimmy and Johnny. "Babe, it's okay, really." I assured him. Jimmy looked at our arms and his eyes grew as big as saucers. "Are you two...dating?" He lowered his voice at the last word like he was keeping a secret, looking between the two of us.

Brian chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist. "It's official!" I blushed as Johnny and Jimmy cat-called and whooped, setting their remotes down and rushing around the couch to smother us both in bear hugs. Johnny went to sit back down, but Jimmy nudged him hard. "Let's get going."

"But we're in the middle of a match!" Johnny whined, going for his remote again, but Jimmy snatched him up and carried him to the front door, making sure that the shorter bassists feet didn't kick anything off of the table near the couch. "We can finish later. These two need to spend some along time together. You know...maybe some s-e-x and k-i-s-s-i-n-g."

"You know we can spell, right?" I asked, laughing and leaning against the back of the couch as I watched the two grown men struggle against each other before Jimmy plopped Johnny back down on his feet. Jimmy shrugged, waving frantically before shoving the other man out the door. "Have fun!" He slammed the door behind him, and left us standing in the wake of their destruction.

Brian looked down at me, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that. Neither one of them have much impulse control...or respect for boundaries," he said. I shrugged, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck and standing on my tip toes to kiss him. "It's okay! I love those guys!" He returned my kiss, pulling me closer to him.

"DUCKBAT, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU MAN?! WE'RE DYIN' OUT HERE!" A voice squawked through the headset that had been abandoned on the couch, causing me to pull away before I laughed into his mouth. Brian winked down at me and pulled away so that he could shut off the game system and put the remotes and headsets away. I helped him gather up the beer bottles, plates, and empty hot pocket casings to throw away and walked off to the kitchen.

I saw his phone on the counter, blinking crazily and dancing across the counter to signal new messages, and a new file to download. "Hey babe, what do you want to watch?" I heard him call from the living room. Dropping the packages in the garbage, I ran my finger across the screen of his phone and accepted the incoming download, watching the candy striped bar fill across the screen.

"Anything is fine! Whatcha got?" I called back, peeking around the corner of the door to make sure he was still occupied with the TV. He was. The phone screen blinked again, bringing my attention back to it.

One New Video Message.
From Zacky V.

Look, I know snooping is wrong. I would hate for someone to go rifling through my phone without asking. Especially someone that I just started seeing. But when I noticed that the message was from Zacky, it shot a panic through my body. I tried to reason with myself that it was probably something for the band, or something ridiculous that he thought Brian would find funny. I tried to fight my hand as it reached out and touched the message, opening the video.

My eyes widened as I stared at the screen, taking in the video. I covered my mouth with a trembling hand to keep myself from either being sick or screaming. I watched in horror as I jumped ahead in the video, confirming my fears that things only got worse throughout the video. I felt my body jump as I heard the slap of the belt across the ass of the female...an ass that I've seen many times. The mop of curly blonde hair and the pitiful begging and crying was unmistakable.

Suddenly, an incoming message stopped the video. Without hesitating, I opened it up.

Merry Christmas, mother fucker. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Now when in the fuck do I get to see Reggie's sweet pussy? - ZV.

I gasped, backing away from the phone and froze when I felt myself back right into his solid body, a squeak escaping my lips.

"Find something you like?"

Notes

Here you go, my sweets.

Dun dun duuuunnnnn!

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