The First

After my interruption, the room falls silent, no one knowing really what to say.

The silence only lasts a beat, until Johnny falls out laughing. "Syn, you practicing abstinence now?" He punches Brian on the shoulder. Syn?

"Shut the fuck up." Brian pushes him away, but a smug look plays on his face. So I was right in my earlier thoughts that women often fall at his feet.

"He's not as bad as you're probably thinking." Zach says, coming to stand by me. "When you're in a famous band, women just kind of throw themselves at you. Brian really isn't that bad, though."


"Meaning he only sleeps with half the women that throw themselves at him." Johnny smirks, taking a place next to Zach.

"Would you fuck off?" Zach laughs. I don't even know what to think. Should I feel good that Brian only sleeps with half of the women that throw themselves at him? Why should I feel anything? I don't know him, why should I care what he does with his life?

Wait, famous band? "Famous band?" The words come out, as I'm saying them in my head. I look around at all of them. Avenged Sevenfold. What the fuck?

"I'm surprised you didn't notice, to be honest." Johnny says. "Most girls would know Brian from first glance. You didn't even recognize him, or me."

"That's because you're not important." Zach laughs, and Johnny slaps the back of his head.

"I can't believe I didn't realize it until now." I say, not believing it myself.

"I can't believe you're staying so calm." Matt laughs.

"Well I'm not like all of the other girls that probably shriek and jump around, begging you all for autographs on my tits." The last part falls off my tongue, before I have time to think.

"I like this girl." Matt laughs again.

--

For what seems like days, but in reality is only several hours, we talk about the band, touring, recording, pretty much anything related to their music and their careers. I learn how the band got its start, learn about their many albums, some of which I haven't even listened to, and I get to experience Matt's singing in person, without having gone to a concert.

I'm sitting on the floor taking all of this in, relishing in this moment, surrounded by a band whose music had gotten me through some tough times in my life, come to think of it. I don't listen to much of their music anymore, but then again, my life had changed, I had changed, or so I had thought.

Before

"I swear I was going to tell you." Lucas says, as I slip my shirt over my head. Only moments ago I had been ready to do unspeakable things to this man before me, but now I can't stand to look at him.

"When?!" I yell. "When were you planning on telling me?! When your wife walked in on us having sex?!" I can hear the footsteps coming up the steps, but I ignore them.

"Please keep your voice down, she's on her way upstairs." Lucas tries to plead with me. But I'm done. So done with his shit, with his lies. I thought that, for once, I actually had something good going for me. What a crock of shit that was.

"Lucas?" A petite brunette opens the door, stepping into the room. She looks from her husband to me, then back to him. "What's going on? Who is this?"

Notes

I hope that you all are keeping up, what with all the flash backs and past and present. I promise everything will make sense in the end, stick with me! Thanks for reading!

- J