Jimmy’s POV

Ever since Blondie’s mess of birthday party, I had been scheming about eight-five different ways to cheer up the poor girl. I mean, who wants to spend their birthday getting pushed around by a bunch of dudes and then crying yourself to sleep? I didn’t know what the hell my friends had been thinking, but I was just wrong to crush this poor girl. Hell, I could even tell she was a fragile soul! I still couldn’t get the image of those swimming blues out of my head, let alone the tear stains and chocolate cake out of my favorite sweatshirt. Maybe take it to the dry cleaners? Hell, I didn’t want to pay the bill and I sure as shit didn’t want to spring it on Blondie. Dice? Nah, she had too much on her plate lately, mainly trying to avoid the advances of one Mathew Charles Sanders. He’s been a horny bastard this past week and I have been doing my best to crash his party. I wasn’t an idiot, I saw how he looked at my Dicey’ Dice. I knew that if I cock blocked him long enough that he would fight for what he wanted, but that’s beside the point.

What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, Dicey’s best friend, Blondie McBlonde, MJ. Hey, that has a catchy little ring to it! Too bad every time I mentioned her, Gates pulled the bottle to his lips and walked away. Poor bastard, but he knew that if he played with fire he was going to get burned. I’m just surprised he was taking this one so hard. Or was that his broken nose? Oh, hell, now I’m all confused!

But back to Blondie. After Dicey had me take her back into the house, she collapsed into my arms in tears, sputtering something about being used time after time. All I could do was pet her head until she cried herself to sleep in my arms and Dice showed up to take over. I felt bad for the girl because I had seen Gates break heart after heart, but this one seemed to hit closer to home. Maybe because he hurt a good friend of mine’s best friends? But boys will be boys and maybe now Dicey would agree to start the knife master’s society that I had been planning for weeks! Though, maybe I could convince her to spare the guys and make them into our slaved minions. What do you think? Would Dice go for it? I fucking hoped so!

So what was good ol’ Jimmers planning? To take over the world of course, but don’t tell the others. I grinned and laughed wickedly as I walked down the sidewalk, my eyes on the tan house at the end of the street. Oh, my plan was going to work out so nicely, that is if I could get MJ to drive us, but I didn’t need to worry about that now. All I had to do was get into the house and the rest of my plan would fall into place. MJ would be the happiest girl on the face of the earth because who wasn’t after spending the day with me? Didn’t she know a spoonful of Jimmy makes the whole world go ‘round? Oh, el Reverino would make his second world debut and fix this whole thing. Don’t worry boys and girls, The Rev’s got this!

I could barely contain my giddy excitement as I rang the doorbell, rocking back and forth on my heels. Oh, this was about to be an epic day of Sevenfold shenanigans that would give MJ a clear picture of who we were and what we did. Did you believe that that girl still didn’t have any idea who Avenged Sevenfold was? I couldn’t and now it was my duty to indoctrinate her into the family. First step, win over Blonide, the next step convince Dice to join me in our destiny.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, a puffy eyed Dice answered the door, not even gracing me with a glance. How rude and to think that I thought we had something special! How are we supposed to take over the world if she’s too busy smoking the wacky weed and ignoring me? If I was a ninja, I could have karate chopped her in the throat and made my move into her secret lair. Not that I didn’t enjoy smoking the wacky weed, it just made this way too easy.

“Dice, I need to speak to MJ,” I said quickly, my blood pulsing with anticipation. I eyed her with wide eyes and a slightly manic smile on my face. Part of me hoped that she would put up a fight just to make it more fun, especially since she had banned my friends from Johnny’s while Blondie was working. I was in it for the thrill of getting my way and screaming and kicking my way into the house to get Blondie. El Reverino was up for the fight for the kindhearted lady upstairs. Oh, come on people, I’m not looking to bang her, just to show her what A7X is all about. “Please, just let me—“

“Upstairs,” she said without even looking at me as I kicked and punched my way into the house with maniacal laughter. Oh, come on Dicey-poo, nothing? Not even a look or one of my favorite snarky remarks? You’re not fun. A small pout came over my face as I ninjaed my way up the stairs to Blondie’s lady cave to start my mission.

I jumped up onto the landing with my arms up in the air and my foot ready to kick anyone that jumped out in front of me. Hopefully Blondie didn’t have any secret minions lurking outside her dormitory or I would have to put a hurting on them. Quickly turning the corning and going to the first open door, I punched and kicked the invisible fiends. Unfortunately, the only thing that saw was MJ laying face down in her bed, wearing nothing but a black tank-top and a pair of Spiderman boy-cut panties. I raised a brow at the sight in front of me as Fallout Boy’s Thanks For the Memories polluted my ears. So she had heard of these guys but not us? I tisked at the thought just as her teary light melodic voice hummed along with the melody. Was she crying? No one cried on El Reverino’s watch!

I slowly stepped into the room, eyeing the computer on the desk to my left. There was some half-finished piece of graphic art on her screen and I couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. Did little blondie make this shit? It was fucking awesome! Could she make one for me of a ninja beating the shit out of a lion mixed with a giraffe? That would be the sickest fucking thing known to man!
“Did you fucking make this?!” I asked, causing MJ to let out a shriek as she jumped about three feet in the air. Alright, so maybe I yelled it, but don’t judge me! I was just excited.

MJ’s blue eyes focused in on me as she gaped, obviously trying to figure out what I was doing here. However, I was pleasantly surprised when she nodded and a small smile pulled over her face. “Y-yeah…just was working some stuff for my portfolio…” Her eyes glanced down as she pulled her thin knees her chest and rested her head on them. She looked like a lost puppy and I couldn’t bear it. I had to get her out of this house. “Jimmy—“

“Nope, I’ve got a task for you,” I said, immediately moving to her closet. I know last time I saw something that would lighten the mood in any setting, now where was it. I tapped my chin with my index finger as I scanned the length of the closet.

“Oh, no, I remember what happened the last time…” she said and I could see her shaking her little blonde head out of the corner of my eyes. Eureka! There is that stunning little black sundress with a cut-out midsection that would show off all her tattoos.

“Please…I promise that this one is painless.” A wicked smirk spread across my face as I tossed it at her with a pair of black heels. Oh, this sweet little blondie was going to look like a million bucks on my arm. Dicey would sure to be jealous and want to join our club, even though I don’t think MJ could pick up a knife without crying.“You know you cant sit around the house and mop all day! Come out and have a good time with Uncle Jimmy, and not like that,” I pointed my finger at her just as she opened her mouth to spit something back at me. “Pwease? I promise it will be fun! I’m going to give the Huntington Beach tour, Avenged Sevenfold style.”

She blinked at me a few times as she stood, grabbing the dress and moving towards the bathroom. “You do realize that I’ve lived here for five months now…” she said before disappearing.

“Yeah, sure, but you don’t know half of the shit I know,” I chuckled, looking at the art covered walls. I wonder how much of this she actually created. That was so fucking cool! I now knew I had a new friend to show my masterpieces too since Blondie might actually appreciate them more than Dicey.“So do you know anything about our band?” I called into the bathroom, turning off the old Fallout Boy CD and pulling up Youtube.Shit, she hadn’t even searched us once? I had to admit that I was a little hurt and El Reverino wouldn’t stand for this!

“Just that you’re a metal band and-and….” She paused and let out sigh. “Brian told me what each of you played…but that’s it. After…you know, I didn’t think I’d see you guys again. The bet was over right?” MJ’s voice shook slightly and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was still upset at Brain, Zacky, and Matt or if she was having some kind of attack in the bathroom. If she would only give me the signal that she was being attacked by ninja’s behind the toilet, I would be in there in a heartbeat. Come on, Blondie, give me a sign!

“Well, you are about to get an all exclusive look at what we do, so you better make sure you’ve got an extra set of panties in your bag,” I laughed, flopping down on her bed. This must have been where the action between her and Brain took place, cause I swear I could still smell his cologne lingering on the pillow. Ew, but did that mean she didn’t wash her sheets after? Oh, Blondie, Uncle Jimmy has so much to teach you.

Moments later, I heard the clicking of heels on the bathroom tile and I looked up to see my stunning little MJ in front of me. Oh, I was good! El Reverino has done it again! “Do I really have to do this?” MJ’s voice squeaked, her eyes not meeting mine. She had put on some makeup and pulled her hair half up and half down. Damn, everyone on our journey was going to be jealous of this heartbreaker on my arm! Maybe she would join Dice and I as our decoy for our knife master’s society….yeah, she’ll be breaking hearts and taking names while Dice and I cut our way into the world. Yes, that would be perfect. A smirk pulled over my face at the thought, momentarily toning out MJ in her little rant about wanting to stay home on her last day off for eight days. Yada. Yada. Yada.

“Let’s get out here, Blondie, I’m starving!” I said, ignoring her protesting looks and dragging her down the stairs. “I’ve got some many things to show you but you’re driving though!”

“But-But I don’t have a car…” she hissed, her blue doe eyes staring up at me intently. “We’d have to see if Dice would let me take her baby…and the answer is usually no.” Fuck, don’t worry about Dice, sweetheart. El Reverino knows what do to!

I shooed MJ towards the door and jumped over the back of the couch, landing with a soft thud next to a very high Dice. She didn’t even glance at me as ran my hand in front of her eyes—she just kept staring at the TV in awe. “So Dicey-Dice, I am going to take Blondie out for a bit, you know to get her some fresh air,” I said, Dice not giving me so much as a blink. Okay, so this was going to be even easier than getting in the house. Come on, partner in crime, give me some challenge here! You’re making lose hope in taking over the world. Oh, well, maybe I can train MJ… “So we’re going to take your car…” Still nothing, so I’ll take that as a yes. Awesome. I smirked as I pulled out my phone and ordered her a pizza for delivery. Hell, at least if she eats maybe she’ll pass out and we’ll be back before she knows her sweet baby mustang is gone. “See you soon, Dicey,” I said and patted her head before flying out the door after MJ.

MJ’s POV

“Where exactly are you taking me?” I asked, my eyes glued to the road. I was petrified driving Dice’s baby and I didn’t dare take my eyes off the road. Jimmy had me drive half way across Huntington Beach at least three times over now, showing me every nook and cranny. Oh god, she would kill me if anything happened to this car. That included keeping Jimmy from eating and spilling anything in it. It was a mistake taking him to the little burger joint on the boardwalk and letting him bring burgers wherever we were going. Please, oh, please don’t let the grease dripping from that bag stain the floor. Dice will most definitely have my head.

Jimmy reclined his seat back and rolled down all the windows in the car, the humid heat smacking me in the face as we drove god knows where. “Oh, you’re going to love it. Go two more blocks up the road and hang a right. It’s the big building on the left at the end of the road,” he said, drumming his fingers on the open window. It was almost like this car ride inspired him and he was composing in his head.It was entertaining to say the least.

“So tell me about your band,” I said with a shrug. I guess if Jimmy was going to drag me along on this adventure, I might as well learn something. I honestly didn’t know what made me agree to come along. Sure, Jimmy had been my rock on that awful night, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t still hurting. I mean, how could those guys bet on who could sleep with me first? I actually liked Brian and he deserved and academy award after his performance for pretending that he cared about me. How the hell could you do that someone? That was just plain wrong! Well, at least they had enough decency not to show up at work, unless that was Dice’s doing. “How did you start out?”

Jimmy sat up with a big smile coming over his face. “Well, I’m sure Gates told you that we all went to school together?” I nodded my head and pulled out a cigarette, still trying to get my nerves to relax as my thoughts shifted to Brian. Oh, please don’t mention him again. It already hurt enough to just think about that nasty stunt he pulled on me. And the worst thing was that I still liked him. I mean I really liked him… and craved him…“Well, when we were about seventeen, Matt and I decided to start a band. We recruited both Zacky and Brian to join with us and we just rehearsed every night in Matt’s parent’s garage for months. We sounded like fucking ass.” I could see his eyes glowing when I turned down the street and there was no denying the passion there. “I mean but we just kept working and writing our own shit. Then Johnny Fucking Christ showed up and kept showing up until we let his sorry ass in the band,” he laughed.

I smiled lightly as Jimmy filled me in with the rest of the band’s history. It really sounded like they had something great going on. His story almost made me forget how much of an asshole they had been to me, but I could still feel that pain hidden in my heart. Why couldn’t I end up on top just once? I was sick and tired of drawing the short stick in the male population and I was starting to think that I would end up and old cat lady. Don’t get me wrong, I freaking loved cats, but I wanted to find love too.

“Come on, you’re going to love this!” Jimmy yelled as he pulled me into the building, bag of burger’s in hand. I looked around the old dingy lobby with a raised brow.

“Where exactly are we?” I asked, my eyes surveying the mess of a waiting room. It really looked like a grown man’s playpen with nerf guns and video games all over the place. Oh, I had to be in the right place because it looked just like the backroom of Johnny’s when the guys were done with it.

Jimmy smirked and guided me by the shoulders into the back room. “Oh, this is where all the magic happens,” he said. I was positive he was going to give my shaking baby syndrome by how much he was shaking from pure excitement. “This is our studio, Blondie.”

“It’s definitely, interesting…” I said just as I heard an amazing guitar solo sounding from the sound booth as we walked by. Jimmy continued to lead me into a small room with a couch and what I assumed to be a soundboard. “Is this where you record?” My brow raised just as some cursed multiple times through the speakers.

Jimmy nodded furiously at me as he pulled a big greasy burger to his mouth and took the biggest bite I had ever seen. And I thought watching Matt eat that entire stack of pancakes was bad. Nope, I was wrong. “So,” I said, swallowing thickly and looking away. “Tell me how this recording process works?”

“Well, you get your shit together, you go in the sound booth, and do your thing a million times,” said a low voice from behind me. I turned out to see Zacky leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on his face. Oh, keep looking all you want buddy, but I’m not giving into your charm. I know what you and your friends were up to! It was all just some kind of sick and twisted rouse.
I nod curtly and pull out my fries from the bag, not giving Zacky any attention as he sat next to Jimmy on the couch. Why did I decide to come here? Because I was some narcissistic freak who just wanted to keep getting stabbed in the heart over and over again. Damn it, Jimmy! You couldn’t have even warned me that your friends would be here? Is this why you dressed me up again? My heart started to race as my body started to go into a state of panic over the whole thing. This was some kind of trap!

“You okay, MJ?” I looked up to see Jimmy’s blues watching me with concern. No I wasn’t okay, but I wasn’t going tell him that. I just wanted to go home and forget about all this.

“Look, MJ, I’m sorry—“ Zacky started but I didn’t want to hear it.

“Where’s the ladies room?” I stood and smoothed my sundress, my eyes glowering at Zacky as he glanced at me. Oh, don’t look so surprised after what you tried to do. You’re just as much to blame as Gates.

Jimmy frowned but pointed to the right. “Down that hall, third door on the right,” before he could say anything else, I bolted. I felt like I was going to be sick and I couldn’t look at Zacky anymore. It all made sense why he went from being a gentlemen to wanting to rip my clothes off.And to think I thought he was actually kind! Yeah, well I guess I was wrong about both him and Gates.

Once in the bathroom, I leaned against the sink, looking at my reflection. My sad blues stared back at me and even though I looked gorgeous, I didn’t feel good on the inside. This whole thing was ripping me apart. I like the Avenged guys, I really did, but I didn’t know how much more heartache I could take. Maybe I should just cut them off and count my losses before they really came back to bite me in the ass. “Do what you have to do to survive,” I told myself, quoting Dice from years ago when I contemplated moving out of my parents house. Seemed like a good motto to live by now.

I slowly made my way back down the hall to the lounge, set on leaving, even though Jimmy had been a great friend to me. Maybe I could still deal with him, but not any of the others. Shit, but what it a right or left into the lounge? Why did I have the worst sense of direction known to man?
I chewed my lip as I stood in the hallway, looking between the two rooms. Oh, god it would be mortifying to stick my head in the wrong room. I quickly played a game of eenie-minnie-moe, and ended up going to the right. However, I didn't expect myself to come face-to-face with Synyster Gates as I turned the corner.

Notes

Here is MJ's Dress here