Voice Of A Friend

~Zacky~

I sat up, wondering how I had gotten under the covers. Then I remembered the touch of soft lips to my skin. Goddammit, Brian! You're gonna pay for this!

It was noon, how was Syn not up? Time to get back at him for kissing me. Maybe. I chuckled to myself, walking up to his room - nearly falling every five feet. I pressed my ear to the door and knocked, hearing nothing in response. Maybe I could curl against him then wake him up. Sounds cruel enough.

Turning the knob slowly, I peered in and grinned. Syn laid with his left arm spread out and his other folded atop it, leaning on his side. Perfect. I snaked onto the king sized bed, slipping under the covers. I matched my leg position with his, pressing them into the back of his knees like a ball in a glove. I slipped one hand over his waist - this made myself shiver - and rested my chin on his shoulder. I breathed in the smell of his hair. I noticed something. He wasn't wearing anything except his boxers. This made my plan unfold even better.

"Good morning, Syn," I whispered softly into his ear. I caught a glimpse of a smile as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around me swiftly. Fuck. Now I was trying to pull away. I only wanted to get back at him. Not cuddle him! "Uh...Syn..?" He opened his eyes, the chocolate brown dazed over. His smile only grew larger.

"Yes, Zacky?" Okay, so he wasn't half asleep.

"You're, uh, n-not really dressed.." Of course I was stuttering. My plan had turned on me! A deep chuckle escaped his throat as he brushed a hand through his hair, one arm still keeping me in my place.

"You, my friend, hopped into bed with me," his voice was a low whisper. "Besides, my dong is covered. No biggie." Fuck. You. Brian. Haner. I went silent and he laughed. "Is that good or bad?"

"Get off me, sicko." He shook his head, grinning.

He placed his lips to my ear and began to whisper, "Make me." I swear I will kill him. I pushed at his chest then hissed in pain. "Don't hurt yourself." I yelled out softly. I keep forgetting how fragile I am.

Brian let go of me, glancing around in worry. I rolled onto my back, wheezing and panting as pain shot through my arm and up my shoulder to the side of my neck. He pulled the covers back and got on his knees, asking me where it was hurting. I shakily pointed to my shoulder. He then straddled my waist, gripping my hand, and putting a hand on my shoulder to keep me secure. I squeezed my eyes shut as his hand put pressure on it. It had popped out of place. My lungs felt like they were being crushed. I should've just done as told and "taken it easy." Or given in to Syn. That wouldn't have happened.

"I'm sorry if this hurts," he whispered with a sigh. Damn, Brian. Of course it was going to hurt. He quickly pulled at me arm, a whimper escaping my gritted teeth. Brian then pushed inwards but failed to do so. He pushed weird. He pulled at it again. At this point I was almost screaming. Brian gritted his own teeth, my pain reflecting in his eyes. He pushed differently and with all his force. I screamed in pain, the pain excruciating. My lungs hardly filled back with air. I was wheezing, pain shooting through me like bolts of electricity.

"Better?" I gulped and nodded, opening my eyes to give him a thumbs up. My eyes dipped down to his chest but quickly back up. He laughed and grinned, pleased with himself.

"Put on some cl-clothes, fucktard." He shot a glare, giving me a side grin.

He leaned in closer. "Why are you in here, anyways?" Oh, God, he had his lips brushing against my ear again. How tingly that made me feel. He put his hands on my chest, "You want me, don't you?" A shiver went down my spine as his hands went to my sides.

"Dumbass it's payback for kissing me. Now get off." I grinned then bit the neck that hovered in front of my face. Hard. He still wouldn't budge.

"Zee, it wasn't even a real kiss." He moved his face in front of me, loopy like. "I'll show you a real kiss." I was getting sick of this. I leaned my head back, struggling with my legs to push him off. Damn, he's strong. "I was kidding, Zee. Fuck, don't be so literal." He jumped off as he said those last words. Strange enough, I...

I couldn't believe him.

~Syn~

I wasn't kidding. I would've kissed him if I had the guts. But. I'm. Not. Fucking. Gay.

I got dressed as Zacky sat on the bed. When I came out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth to see his head down. He looked sad and defeated. "Zack?" I called to him. He looked up with a soft "hmm." "You okay, buddy?" I sat on the edge of the bed in front of him, my knee tucked under me. "What happened, anyways, when you were out there?"

No answer. Just a glare.

~Zacky~

Does this asshole really have to get inside my head? How does he know what I'm thinking about? I sighed, letting a moment of silent pass.

"A lot," was the only answer I gave. I wouldn't give anything else. I swear I wouldn't..

"Zacky, that doesn't help." His face was pained and contorted. Syn, please don't look at me like that. He sat closer to me. "Please." I can't imagine what I looked like. Probably weak and useless. Just how I felt.

"Not now..." My voice was cracking. I wasn't going to start crying. I better not. Syn hugged me tightly. So tight it got hard to breathe. I looked down.

"I'm sorry. You hungry?" he asked, standing. His tone was soft, sympathetic, yet stern. I didn't look up. "Zacky?"

"I'm fine," I forced out, closing my eyes. I felt him take my hand and I looked up, staring at his sympathetic smile. His hand snaked around me and, with a grunt, he threw me over his shoulder. "Brian! I yelled, banging on his back, "Put me down!"

"Nope." He was as stubborn as a mule, I swear. "I got a text from Matt. He wants us down at the studio. Since you're supposed to stay off your feet, Imma just carry you!" He sounded proud like I was a trophy. He sat me on his shoulder. Did he not know I was afraid of heights?

I clung to Brian, ducking more than he already did when we walked through the doorway. He put me down and helped me into the car then slid across the hood, his back turned to me. That's an image I won't un-see. Ever.

"Ready, Zee? He asked as he threw himself into the drivers seat, putting his sunglasses on. I wish I had mine.

The drive wasn't awkward this time. He had the volume of his radio turned all the way up, the bass ringing in the window panels. We sang, he banged his hangs on the steer, and it was fun, honestly. Something put him in a good mood and I wanted to know what it was that did.. Desperately. But I kept quiet and enjoyed the ride. He, of course, sped a lot and, of course, had his hand against my chest a lot. I grunted softly when his muscular hands pushed a little too hard and he laughed, flashing a side smirk. He was just a burst of energy at the moment. I didn't mind. I loved it.

"Hold on, I need to talk to Mattie," he said as he parked in Matt's driveway. Matt was leaning against his car with a cigarette, grinning softly. He smiled at me before slamming his door closed.

~Syn~

Matt looked confused bu I chuckled and hugged him.

"Get anything out of him?" he asked, referring to Zacky. I shook my head. "Why so happy then, man?" I hopped back and laughed, clapping my hands together.

"I think I know how." I tuned to Zacky who sat in the car and grinned. Looking back to Matt I explained. "Intimidation. I unconsciously kissed his head last night, so he decided to get me back by cuddling my side. I got the little fucker back by holding him as he tried to get away. I threaten him with looove!"

"Syn, are you sure this isn't because you like Zack?" Matt scoffed, "How do you know this'll work anyways?" I went slight pink.

"I don't like Zack." I. Am. Not. Gay. I had to repeat that in my head until it came true. Fuck that. Until it stayed true. I. Am. Not. Gay. Matt gave a chuckle and a sarcastic "mm-hmm." Smart ass. "Douchebag."

"It won't work!" he called as I turned to get Zacky. Zee's face lit up as I grabbed his hand and wrapped my arm around his back. I didn't want his shoulder popping out again. I helped him out of the car and sat him on the concrete. He leaned against the car, catching his breath. Then he walked up to Matt. I held a finger up o me lips and dragged one across my neck. Matt chuckled, grinning.

"Hey, man, how ya' feeling?" Matt said happily, grabbing Zacky's hand and pulling him into a 'bro hug.' I smiled, shoving my hands into my pocket.

Honestly, I normally spent my days at home drunk and stressed. I had no use of a job, he guitar interviews paying the bills. It gets lonely. I'm glad I have to watch over the bum. The ormal life is sad, lonely, dark, and full of sorrow. A nightmare. Yes, I have great friends but they can't always be there forever. Just look at Jimmy... Some things are out of our control.

"Syn! Come on!" Zacky was calling, leaning against Matt's car. I must've froze for a minute. "Dude, you okay?" I siled, snatching him up again.

"Dandy." I threw him over my shoulder and he scoffed, not fighting back.

I was melting into my feelings again.

Fuck you feelings. I'm. Not. Gay.

~Zacky~

I started to shiver when I felt Syn's touch. Is this bad? What does it mean?

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Wait.

I swear, I'm not gay. Especially not towards my best friend.

~Matt~

I saw the chills go down Zacky's skin. The way he chuckled. Just like a school girl. Then just take a look at Syn! Theyare obviously falling for each other. They can deny it all they want but we all see it. Except maybe themselves.

Love is ignorant and they are so gay for each other.

Notes

Sorry but I had to put the Jimmy thing... Love ya! Rates and comments appreciated! <3