MARLEY

I'll never forget how I first met him. It's like the memory is burnt on my brain, no matter how hard I try I cannot forget. It irks me continuously that the arrogant, egotistical prick is burnt on my brain like that.

But wait, you must be wondering who the fuck I'm talking about.

Synyster fucking Gates. Is that a stupid name or what? Seriously, I can't even be in the same fucking room as him without starting some sort of argument.

He knows exactly how much we piss each other off and seems to take some sort of perverse pleasure in irritating me.

From the moment I laid my eyes on him, I just knew he was going to piss me off. Man, I must be fucking psychic. Because five and a half years later, he's still infuriating the shit out of me.

5 & a half years earlier 2002

I glared at Matt as I slammed the car door shut. He, however, just grinned at me and headed up the front door of the house we'd just pulled up at. Grumbling, I swung my bag up onto my shoulder and followed.

"This better not take too long," I said icily as he rang the doorbell. "It will take as long as it takes, Marls." He replied shooting me a firm look which also meant he wanted me to go on the polite mode. The door opened to reveal a tall, skinny guy with black hair.

"Shads," he greeted, grinning. "Hey Jimmy," Matt replied and got inside while Jimmy turned his attention to me. "Marley!" He yelled, his already idiotic grin getting wider. "It's been way too long." I smiled and stepped laughing into his hug. "That it has, Jimmy." I followed him into the house.

"Not that it's not lovely to see you, but what brings you here?" I rolled my eyes at his words and glared at Matt. "Well, my dear brother here has the car keys and he refuses to give them to me. So here I am, stuck bumming a lift off the bastard." I explained.

We had stopped in the doorway to the living room where three guys were sat talking. As soon as we walked in, they all stopped their conversation and stared at us. Well, me.

"Who's the chick?" I turned my attention to a tall, well muscled guy with the most amazing brown eyes, who liked he'd just gotten out of bed.

He wasn't bad looking but it was his attitude that got me. He already had the whole rock star persona and was looking at me like I should just fall at his knees and fucking worship him.

An arrogant, cocky smile was plastered on his face. Oh boy, we so weren't going to get on fine.

I smiled as I recognized Zacky and he got up to hug me. "Oh she's little Sanders, Shads' sister. Hey Marls."

"Hey Zack " I replied. The third and final guy was short compared to the others in the room. His short dark hair was tousled and he smiled sweetly at me. "I'm Johnny, nice to meet you. Marls was it?"

"Marley actually, but Marls is fine." I smiled back welcomingly. "Anyways, it's my brother you want here, not me." Matt simply grinned at me before saying, "No chance, Denise. No chance." I narrowed my eyes at him as I fell onto the spare seat on the couch. Unfortunately next to the cocky rock star persona guy.

"Do not call me that." I grumbled, dumping my bag at my feet, knowing that Matt wasn't gonna give me the keys. Everyone laughed and took seats again. I could feel a certain person's eyes on me but chose to ignore.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the cocky one smirk and glared at him. "What are you smirking at?" I snapped. "A hot chick," he replied cockily. I froze and narrowed my eyes at him before making a noise at the back of my throat and looking away.

"Jesus Christ, who the fuck are you anyway?" I looked at Zacky for help. "Marls, this is Synyster Gates. Our lead guitarist."

"So his parents just decided to give him that eerie name?" I said cringing. "Marls." Matt warned and I rolled my eyes. "Wonderful. Do I even want to know how you got that name?" I muttered while Jimmy grinned at me.

"Now that's an interesting story." I groaned at his words and let my head fall back against the couch, obviously used to Jimmy's stories. "And just for the record, he does have an actual name which is Brian." Zacky enlightened me. As if I cared if he had a name or not.


BRIAN

I'll never forget the first time we met. The moment is etched in my brain like a fucking scar. I'll never get rid of it and it never fades. I'm sure she'd be ecstatic to know how much she annoys me even when she's not present.

Although, she is so fucking fun to annoy. It's a vile but I just can't resist. She's so fucking hot when she gets angry. I knew from the first moment that she looked at me she was going to be one of those people that I just loved to wind up.

And here we are five and a half years later, still bickering like kids. And trust me, I wouldn't have it any other way.

5 & a half years earlier 2002

I looked up as Jimmy and Matt walked into the room followed by one fit chick. Seriously, she looked like she'd just walked off a fucking movie set. I couldn't resist breaking the silence that filled the air.

"Who's the chick?" She turned her attention to me, making me smirk. Her look told me I was obviously going to annoy her. Next to me Zacky got out of his seat and walked over to her. "Oh she's little Sanders, Shads' sister. Hey Marls."

I glanced at Matt quickly, they certainly looked alike. I watched as Johnny got up to introduce himself but I stayed where I was. I looked over her more closely, she had natural dark brown hair and her eyes sparkled from the light that came through the window.

She was also fairly skinny but looked almost athletic. Nice tits too. Oh shit, I just saw Johnny looking at me staring at them.

She looked like she was in the popular clique, she just had that air. She sank into the seat next to me when Matt refused to give her the car keys, grumbling about her middle name probably. I smirked, getting a glare from her.

Marley seemed like the badass types, hell anyone could tell. She had aviators on when she walked in and was wearing black skinny pants and a tee shirt.

"So how's the art classes going?" Zacky asked and I realized he was talking to her. I cocked an eyebrow slightly, waiting for her answer. "Awesome and since I'll become a professional tattoo artist pretty soon, I'll give you all a pretty big treat," she smirked, making me smile internally. A tattoo artist? Not bad.

"Just saying but Johnny can't drink. He's still a minor," Jimmy grinned, making Johnny glare at him. "Fake IDs, Jimmy," she smiled, shaking her head. She seemed totally rebellious, no wonder why the guys liked her so much.

"So do you need a fake ID, Denise?" I said, carefully studying her features. How old was she anyways? She snapped her head towards me and fuck, if looks could kill only. I saw how she tightened her jaw and tried to intimidate me with a tough look. Fuck, I was loving this already.

"Bad move, Gates." Shads muttered.

"Actually no, you faggot." Marley said to me through gritted teeth and I suppressed a smile. "Marls, behave." Matt said while Jimmy nudged me. I simply shrugged before standing up to get myself a drink.

Fuck, pissing off Miss Denise actually seemed quite fun. Plus, she wasn't a minor. So who knows what might happen in the future. Hey, a guy can think at least.

Notes

So this chapter pretty much clarifies why Marley can't stand Brian, haha :D

And Brian, well what can I say about him? He's just the best when he's being cocky :p