Voice Of A Friend

~Matt~

I stayed behind them while we made our way to the studio. Zacky was laughing, often throwing a punch against Syn's back.

"You two have gotten close," I pointed out, crossing my arms as Syn turned sideways to look at me. He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Supposed to stay off my feet, Mattie. Don't judge," Zacky said. I laughed and pushed past them, patting Syn's back. They've gotten ore close than they were. In just a day and a half. It's obvious they're head over heels, you can't deny it!

They'll either tell me or Johnny. Syn doesn't trust Arin - trust me, I found him talking to Jimmy's grave about it - and Zacky never got over the fact that we fulfilled the missing drummer slot. We all miss Jimmy, of course, he was our best friend since we were little, but we have to move on. Memories remain as time goes on.

I sat down in a spinning chair as Syn and Zacky walked in. Syn was carrying him bridal style. How gay.

"Syn, is this necessary?" Zacky asked, groaning as he kicked his feet. Syn nodded and threw him on the couch. Literally threw him. "Asshole!" Zacky cursed. Johnny sat on the opposite end of the couch, an arm outstretched across the back. He grinned at me before grabbing his phone and typing something.

My phone vibrated. A text from Johnny. Someone is looking lovey dovey. Fighting back a chuckle, I looked up at Johnny and nodded. We were like school girls who gossiped behind people's backs. That's how it went in this group. Like school girls.

Next thing I knew, I was on the floor and Syn was laughing. "That's my seat, fat ass." Syn was a dick, but that's how you knew he loved you. Most of the time. He stepped over me and sat down, putting his feet on my back.

I pushed Syn off. "Go sit by your boyfriend, " I teased at him. He chuckled deeply, kicking me roughly. I stood and looked at him. He was grinning, his gloved hands behind his head. Zacky was looking down, ignoring everyone. Johnny grinned, pointing at Zacky with his thumb then making a circle with two fingers and poked a finger on his opposite hand through. Syn growled, looking as if he was about to choke him.

"Zacky? You okay, buddy?" Johnny called, dropping his hands and turning to look at him. I saw a grin form on Zacky's lips, his head still down.

"Of course I am, short shit." Syn laughed, clapping his hands together. I laughed too as Johnny scoffed. "Where's Arin? He's the only sane one here."

Arin clashed the symbols once, letting them ring out. "Thnks, Zack." We always forget he's back there. Arin stood and dropped to the middle of the room. "Matt! What are we here for, anyways?" Everyone turned to me. Shit. I was hoping to get answers out of Zacky. That was it.

"Zacky." There was my answer. Short and sweet. Zacky's grin faded. He knew what I meant.

~Zacky~

No, no, no, PLEASE! I can't answer questions. I refuse.

I glanced towards Syn, he was biting his lip. I could see the crimson fade into his mouth.

"Zacky. Please, we want to help." Matt was almost begging.

All I could say was no.

Almost instantly, Johnny began, "Zack, c'mon, man it can't be that bad" - he was lying to himself - "you're badly hurt. Inside and out. We want to help, that's it." After many please and continuos no's, they finally gave in. I didn't want to tell them anything. It hurt too much.

The ride home was aweful. I kept my attention out the window, the horrible silence hurting me. I knew something was wrong. Syn wasn't speeding or slamming the breaks, but he had his hand on the center console, as always.

"Syn," I whispered in a low tone. Nothing. I said his name again, slightly louder. Again, nothing. I sighed. Why was I even trying to get his attention? I moved my hand to his, resting his on top of mine. I felt him stiffen up and the car swerved, but he regained control, slowly letting his hand fit into mine. The coldness of my hand created a spark with his heat. It made me feel calmed. Maybe I could tell him a little. I pushed the thought away.

We pulled into the drive away and he pulled away to park. We sat for a moment at a loss of words.

"Syn..." I began, feeling slightly awkward. "I'm sorry..I..I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.." He smiled and I bit my snake bites. God, I'm a wreck.

"Zachary." That's all he said. My name. He gripped my hand and leaned over the center console, stroking the top of my hand.

"Syn? What are you doing?" He chuckled. I could feel his breath on my face. What did he see? Vulnerability? Probably. "H-Hello? S-"

My words were stopped. I lost my grip on my piercings. Brian's lips were on mine. I felt myself go numb. I felt as though I was falling. I was sitting straight up. I felt myself slip under his control. I couldn't fight back. I lost that ability days ago.
He pulled away. How long was the kiss? I had no idea. I felt as though I had fainted. But I didn't.

"That, my friend, is a kiss." He was whispering, reaching behind him to open his car door. He opened mine then offered a hand.

I felt eyes on us.

~Syn~

Fuck. What the honest fuck? Did we just-

I kissed Zacky. He didn't kiss back. There was no "we" involved. I was rejected.
I was helping Zee up the stairs with his arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist. "Syn." He was whispering my name. What did he have to say? How weird I was? Was he going to laugh in my face?

I replied with a soft, "hmm?" I had to force something out. He opened his mouth to speak but I interupted him. "Can we forget that happened?" I held my head down as he sat down on the guest bed. I pressed my hand to my neck, standing in the doorway. Zacky fell asleep.

"What if I don't want to?"

My eyes widened. What? He doesn't want to? I looked up. Zack had been watching me, grinning. My cheeks flushed.

I dropped the subject. "You hungry?" Zacky held up his arms like a little kid. Maybe that's what he was. A kid.

I huffed and lifted him up. He's lighter than he was a few weeks ago. Starvation. I' slowly piecing this together, I think.

"I'm sorry I kissed you." Silence. There went my heart, crumbling softly. "Zachary please."
"You're not sorry," he whispered as I sat him down. I sighed. Maybe I wasn't. I don't realy know. I cooked a frozen pizza and brought Zacky a plate. I wasn't hungry.

I couldn't sleep at all. I rolled over and checked my clock. 3:45 Am. I rolled onto my back, sighing. I wasn't sorry. Zacky's lips were soft but cacked. The way his eyes shined up at me when I pulled away. Breathtaking. Zacky's lips felt far different from Michelle's. Michelle and Gena left both of us because they thought we looked cute together. It was hilarious at the time, but now it didn't seem so crazy. I think I love Zacky. I think I love his emerald eyes. I think I love his oily bangs. His tattoos. His piercings. That bastard is amazing. I grabbed my phone. There was message from Matt.

I saw the kiss. Wow. Fucking stalker. I checked the time again. 3:59 Am. Then I heard a bloodcurdling scream.

"I don't wanna die!!" I recognized the voice. Zacky.

I jolted out of bed, darting down the hall. Zacky sat up, breathing heavily and crying. I sat beside him and hugged him. Tightly.

"Sh...Zacky it's okay.." I was whispering in his ear. He squirmed against me. I wouldn't let him go. Finally, he relaxed into me.

It was a fucking nightmare, I think.

Notes

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