Kady's POV

I sighed as I set my suitcases down on the full sized bed in the back of the bus. My mind was racing with thoughts and I didn’t know what to think. I was beyond confused with what was going on around me. It was like everything was changing so quickly and I couldn’t keep up. First this whole thing with Ryn and a new image, then the whole Brian thing last night, and to top it all off, I had no idea what the hell was going on with Marley. I just wanted everything to be simple like it was before, without all of these complications.

"Kady, which side of the bed do you want?" Ryn asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "Or should I go set up some other arrangements with Mr. Gates?"

I rolled my eyes as Ryn wagged her eyebrows at me. My PR didn't need to be meddling in my love life... not that I actually had one? Besides, Brian and I weren’t going to be together or even be any sort of item. He was off limits.

"What, don't act like you didn't notice him staring at you," she laughed, pulling some things out of her suitcase. "And damn your brother did a number on his face... any who, what was it like kissing him?"

Before I could even think of responding, she flopped down on the bed and looked at me with her big brown eyes. She was way to into this girl talk thing and I had never been one to have 'girl friends'. All I could do was gap at her.

"Oh come on, you can't keep something that glorious to yourself!"

"I don't remember, okay," I snapped. She was pushing for too many details too soon. Fuck, I hadn't even processed anything yet, let alone remembered what happened last evening. "I'm going to get a drink, want anything?"

"Ooh, yes. See if they have jack and coke! That sounds great, thanks babe!"

I rolled my eyes as I turned away from her. I wasn't used to being around girly girls. I had always hung out with my brother, Gunnar, and Marley. Hell I didn't even have girl friends when I was in high school, so Ryn would definitely take some getting used to.

As I looked up from the floor after my train of thought, I found myself caught in a gaze with a pair of dark brown eyes. My breath caught in my chest as my brain launched into a flashback of the night before:

My head was spinning as I leaned back to stage dive off the picnic table. However, instead of feeling hands pressing on my back and lifting me into the air, I felt a pair of strong arms cradling me to a firm chest. “Synyster Fucking Gates...the man with the ego bigger than his hair. Thanks for ruining my crown surfing."

I heard Brian laugh as I looked around bewildered. What the hell? "I hate to break it to you, Red, but if I wasn't here, you’d be making out with the pavement." he said, the smell of jack filling my nostrils. He was drunk too, but I wasn’t about to give into him just yet.

Somehow, one thing lead to another and I ended up getting lost in those brow eyes. They were hypnotizing in my state and his arms around me were turning me on. The next thing I knew, Brian was carrying me up the steps to the bus and the urge to kiss those soft looking lips became a reality. I wanted him.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the sudden memory away. The reverie turned me on but I knew that I couldn't act on it... but his kissable lips were so damn close to mine! I bit my lip and forced myself to take a step backwards. Come on Kady keep your head on, you’re better than this.

It was then that my eyes locked with those beautiful brown orbs and the ability to breath became even harder. I wanted nothing more than to kiss those lips again. Wait a minute, where the hell did that thought come from? What was wrong with me?

"Fancy meeting you here," said Brian's soft voice, making me feel weak in the knees.

"I-I think I owe you an apology," I stammered, forcing myself to look away from his eyes. It was only then that I noticed the large black and blue spots under his eye and on his temple. This was undoubtedly my brother’s handiwork.

"Oh you mean this," Brian shrugged as he motioned toward his face. "I've had this old thing."

I gave him a knowing smile. "Caleb was out of line." I felt awful seeing him like that even though I knew that I shouldn't have cared. These thoughts were bound to get me in trouble. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Brian shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, you definitely owe me now," he said with a smirk falling over his lips. He took another step towards me, closing the distance I had created.

"Owe you what?" I snapped, taking another step backwards.

"Well this is the second time I've been hit in the face because of you." That cocky smirk was growing as he came even closer.

My heart was staring to race as I took another step backwards, only to have my back meet the wall. "Well did you ever think maybe you deserved it?" I questioned, his eye now locked with mine again.

"Oh I've earned many hits to the face, but that's besides the point," he chuckled. "So what form of repayment are you interested in?"

I scoffed and looked at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "I'm not repaying you any—"

Suddenly the bus started to move again, causing Brian and I to stumble into the wall. Brian caught himself with his arms but his muscular chest pressed against my body. He smelled sweet like day old cologne and toothpaste, and I bit my bottom lip, secretly knowing that I didn't want him to move away. This was where my flashback from last night ended and it was just as satisfying as I remembered. But I couldn’t want that.

Those amazing lips of his were making this even harder. Brian’s heavy hands fell on my hips as he pressed me even more into the wall. Oh, it felt so good to be in his arms. I took in a shaky breath as I tried to remember what my end goal was here. That’s right to get him to leave me alone, but did I really want that?

Brian smiled down at me, closing the distance between us. I felt the warm, soft pressure of his lips and I instantly gave his tongue access, craving his sweet taste. I knew that I shouldn’t but it all felt so good and I literally couldn’t stop. My fingers tangled in his hair as he forcibly pushed me against the wall. This was the single most hottest and awakening experience that I had ever had. No one had ever made me feel like my ever nerve endings were about to explode. Brian tasted too good and the things he was doing with his tongue were on a whole new level.

Moments later, I felt his fingers hovering over my core through my shorts, ready to attack.

"This is a good start to that repayment," Brian's voice whispered in my ear, bringing me out of my euphoric state. His lips felt so good, but I had to say no: for my bands sake.

“Wait…” I rasped, pulling away from his lips and looking into his eyes, however I didn’t completely push him away. His touch felt too good.

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart,” he sighed and pressed his forehead to mine.

“I’m sorry…” I sighed, twisting my fingers through is surprising soft hair. “I-I just can’t do this…” I forces myself to push Brian away. I had to find a way to believe this was wrong. I couldn't feel this way. A relationship or even just hooking up with anyone in Avenged Sevenfold would destroy my band. We had too much riding on this tour to let my selfish feelings get in a way.

"I'm sorry," I said as Brian gave me a quizzical look. "This is a mistake. I can't...I'm sorry." Before he could say anything, I snuck back around the corner and into the master suite.

As I entered the room, Ryn looked up from her magazine with a smile. "Did they have jack and coke?"

"No, sorry," I said, going to sit on the other side of the bed.

"What's wrong? You looked flushed. Did something happen out there? What did I miss?" She asked, jumping up to lay on one elbow. How the hell did she pick all that up? She didn’t even know me! Was this woman a fucking mind reader?

"No nothing... just feeling a little under the weather after last night," well, it was half true…

"I don't buy it," Ryn said, eyeing me suspiciously. "But when you’re ready to admit that you were probably just snogging Synyster Gates again, I'll be ready to listen." My mouth dropped at her words and I was very glad that my back was to her. How the hell did she know that?

"In the meantime, I've got some ideas to run by you. Tonight, I would like to introduce the new Violet Rouge look that will make any man drool." Ryn said, picking up her sketchbook. Make any man drool? Well, I was kind trying to avoid that right now, seeing as it had only gotten me into trouble thus far.

"What's the game plan for improving my image," I asked, worrying that she was going to try and change who I was an artist. I slowly rolled over in the bed to face her.

"We are just going to change your clothing and have a photo shoot. I got you guys the cover Revolver magazine."

"You what?" Said a male voice from the door just as I opened my mouth to ask the same thing.

Zacky's POV

You've got to be kidding me! I couldn’t believe we were sharing our bus with Fatal Facade. Well, I guess it was just fucking Caleb Parker who I was pissed about; the man I used to call one of my ‘best friends’. I sighed and leaned back on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched him laugh with Gunnar and Marley.

"This sucks." I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket as the three of them laughed again. "This is supposed to be our time to relax before a show, not entertain the newbies."

"Chill out, Baker," Matt said with a small smile. "I'm not exactly excited for them to be on our bus either, but we need to stick together. It wasn't that long ago that we were on our first headlining tour."

I rolled my eyes and took a puff of my cigarette. "Don't get all sentimental on me, Shads. You know damn well that we need to keep an eye on them. You remember what happened with—"

"Why the long faces?" Jimmy asked before jumping on top of Matt and I on the couch.

"What the fuck, Jimmy?" I hissed, brushing the cigarette ashes off that fell during his landing. I rolled my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me and battered his eyes. What was he playing at? He only acted like this when he wanted something.

"Come on, Zacky, get that stick out of your ass. Now we have more people to party with and not to mention your little blonde friend there..." Jimmy wagged his eyebrows at me as Matt chuckled. Did no one fucking understand or remember the snake that was sitting in the room?

"I don't want to party with him," I hissed as Caleb and his friends roared with laughter again. "That piece of shit almost ruined our careers and... ugh just fucking drop it!"

"Why are you so moody? Cheer up, buddy!"

"Just leave me alone."

I squeezed my way out of Jimmy's embrace and headed towards the master suite. I didn't want to talk or even think about fucking Caleb. I needed a distraction and I hoped that my old friend Ryn would be able to help me.

I met Ryn on our last tour and damn was she fun to be around. She was representing one of our opening bands and was busy working backstage. From the moment our eyes met, I knew that I had to have her. We kicked it off and I had the best lay of my life. However, after our second night together she disappeared with the opening band. That damn girl had been stuck in my head since that night and her random text here and there weren’t cutting it. We were finally on the same bus again and I was not going to let her get away so easily.

"You alright?" Brian asked as I walked by his bunk.

I stopped and looked at him, noticing a defeated look on his face. I knew that look, though I had only ever seen it twice before now. That was his 'I've been turned down' look. I chuckled lightly and took a seat. Did Ryn break his heart too?

"I should be asking you the same question," I said, motioning to his battered face. Someone really did a number on him last night. Of course it wasn't the first time but we usually stood up for each other in those situations.

Brian shrugged and then turned to look out the window. Oh I knew he was pissed at being turned down. That was my girl and it made me want Ryn even more.

"She turned you down huh?" I asked; giving him a knowing smile, though I knew it was impossible for Ryn too. He shrugged again and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Not everyone falls for your lead guitar charm," I teased elbowing him in the ribs. "Besides, she's taken."

"Since when?" Brian raised his brow at me. "It's that douchebag Marley, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" My blood started to boil again. God damn it, these new guys were not going to take what I had claimed already! Ryn was mine.... at least in bed.

"Who are you talking about?" Brian turned to look at me and I had a feeling we weren't talking about Ryn anymore.

"Ryn..." I said slowly, causing Brian to chuckle. "What about you?"

"I didn't say anything about anyone," he laughed, leaning back against the window again. "You were the one doing all the talking."

"Come on, Haner, fess up!" There was no way I was going to let him off the hook that easy. "Is it Miss Violet Rouge?"

Brain laughed and shook his head. "Are you kidding me?" He ran his fingers through his hair and then picked up his phone. "Now go on and get what you came back here for because I can tell it wasn't to talk to me," he chuckled.

"You're damn right it wasn't." It was my turn to run my fingers through my hair. "Why am I sitting here talking to your ugly ass?"

"Hey now." Brian put his hands up and pretended to look hurt.

"Here goes nothing." I sighed as I stood and made my way down the hall. I stopped in the doorway and listened as her melodic voice filled the room.

"Now I think if we change your image a little bit with clothes and then do a new photo shoot that we will get the results that we're looking for," Ryn said. I could see her holding up some tops in front of the lead singer of Fatal Facade. "You are going to look so hot! I’m so glad I got you guys the cover of Revolver!" the little blonde gushed.

"You what?!" I gasped, not able to contain my shock. They were a new band! Revolver never gave new bands the cover this soon!

Ryn and the redhead looked over at me with shocked looks on their faces. Ryn’s expression quickly changed from shock, to happy, and then back to the ice queen that had left me on tour last year without a word. Ouch. What the hell was her deal?

"Yes you heard right, Mr. Vengeance. I got Fatal Facade the cover of Revolver." She smiled at me in a cocky way before flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Now Kady, what color would you prefer? Blue, purple, or teal?"

Wait a minute? What the hell was going on?

"You can't just call me up and beg for my help and then not talk to me. That is cruel and unusual punishment, even from you," I said with a small smile as I touched her shoulders. "Come on take a break for a minute. I'm sure...Kady was it? Wouldn't mind."

I gave her shoulders a light squeeze and she relaxed with my touch. However, seconds later she stiffened again and spun around in my arms.

"Oh, you're still here?" She flashed me a small pissed off smile. "Well Mr. Vengeance, I am working right now, and your little 'break' is not in my schedule. Excuse us."

"Oh burn," Kady laughed before turning to look at me too. "All you Avenged boys are the same."

"You can say that again," Ryn laughed before taking a step toward me and pecking the corner of my lips. I felt my muscles tighten as she pressed her breast against my chest. Fucking tease. "Goodbye."

Before I knew what had happened, I was standing outside the master suite with the door shut in my face. What the hell?

"Looks like you didn't get what you came for either." I heard a voice chuckle. I slowly turned around; expecting to see Brian but instead was face to face with Marley Fitzgerald.

Notes

So everything seems to be adding up for Kady and Zack has a history with the new Fatal Facade PR? Are things going to end well for the group?