Johnny arrived downstairs in the breakfast lounge to discover his closest friends all huddled around a small table, cluttered in pots and dishes, looking a little rough. It was clear to see that they had all had a successful night partying.

He eyed the various food counters as he took a seat next to Matt at the table, trying to read everyone’s moods.

“I’m that hungover it hurts to move” groaned lead guitarist Brian Haner, also known as Synyster Gates, as he attempted to sit up in his chair at the table.

Matt nodded in agreement as he pushed his half eaten food around on his plate, his trademark-mirrored sunglasses covering his obviously swollen, bloodshot eyes. “I can’t even remember what the hell happened”

Johnny let out a little laugh as he grab a plate of food that had been left out for him “real glad I didn’t come with you then, you wouldn’t have been able to get me up this morning!”

“I was going to punch you for not joining us, but once again, everything seems to be a struggle this morning” Brian moaned as he took a delicate sip out of his coffee cup.

“Sorry about that, I have no idea what came over me, I think that the show just really took it out of me, I’ll come out with you guys as soon as we land in the US” Johnny replied half debating whether to just skip breakfast all together or not. He was hoping that his appetite would be back this morning after getting a decent nights sleep, but the events in the bathroom this morning acted as a stark reminder that he was along way off from feeling ‘normal’ again.


“Either way, we still have that plane to catch, and I really don’t want to miss it” Zacky cut in “I can’t wait to be back home, in my own bed without having to share my personal space with a bunch of sweaty guys!”

And with that, the friends pushed themselves away from the table, paid their breakfast tab and left the hotel.

The ride to the airport was a quiet one, mainly due to the fact that both Brain and Matt had semi passed out in the back seat of the shuttle bus. Zacky and Johnny occasionally exchanged a few words, mainly about the differences between England and American. Arriving at the airport the band loaded up their gear, passed security and managed to grab a beer before heading onto the plane.

Johnny loved flying. He love the idea of being up in the air, away form everything, he also liked the sensation of feeling free as a bird and being able to end up in a different place in just a few hours. Sure he was glad that the tour was over, he needed a rest more than anyone but he just wished that it were in better circumstances. As the plane descended from the sky Johnny managed to glance out the window and onto the landing strip of the California airport, he let out a sigh at the thought of hiding his horribly small apartment from his friends.

“Well, that’s the end of it then guys” Matt Shadows said glumly as they had collected their bags and were waiting for taxis to take them back to their loved ones.

“It’s been fun hasn’t it? Now all we have to do is write a new record!” Zacky replied “But not just yet, I feel the need to relax!” Everyone agreed, saying that they’d all meet up as soon as they felt rested. And with that they all hugged and began to go their separate ways, either getting lifts off of partners or sharing taxis. Johnny however, decided to head back to his apartment alone.

He hadn’t yet plunked up the courage to bring any of his band mates back to his apartment, he was slightly embarrassed about the dirty little room that acted both as his bedroom and kitchen, how he kept his clothes clean was a mystery but he seemed to be able to make it work.

Paying his cab fare he climbed out and headed up the stairs passed all of the screaming and shouting echoing from the other rooms. Finally he reached his apartment and opened the door.

He was home.

Notes

Sorry it's not very long / in depth. I had a bit on my mind today and really wanted to get the guys back to the U.S.A before diving further into the main plotline.

Thanks for reading! :D
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