Title: Story About Kiss - A Synacky Story part 1
Pairing: Synyster Gates x Zacky Vengeance from Avenged Sevenfold
Disclaimer: This is handmade.
Summary:
 
Zacky’s POV
People say kiss makes you feel better. While the other says kiss makes you feel terrible.
I couldn’t say anything, because I never had kissed before. I must confess, I didn’t interested in neither women nor men. I thought this wasn’t the right time to get a mate. I didn’t need it.

It was snowy evening winter. I came to the studio with my band mates to record a song. We enjoyed every single second we had and forgot the cold snow out there. When we had done, we sat on the sofa together.
Talking about our activities was fun. I didn’t realize it was 9 pm already. Matt went home first, and then Johnny and Rev were following him. It was only Syn, or Brian, and I.

“Well, aren’t you going home?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I should stay here for a while.”
I laughed. “Who told you?”
“My head did.”
He stood up, and picked up his guitar in the floor.

Suddenly Brian’s phone rang. I looked at him. “Can I excuse?” He answered. “Oh hi, Michelle. Yeah, I’m in studio with Z now. You’re in cinema? Okay, I’m gonna pick you up now.” He closed the phone.

He looked at me, and smiled. “You’re gonna pick her up, now?” I asked.
“Yeah, Zack. I think this is what my head means.”
“To wait Michelle?”
“Yeah. Maybe this is true love means. My head ordered me here to wait Michelle because he knows she’ll need my help.” He picked his guitar bag. “Are you gonna night here?”
“Of course not, Brian. Could you drop me first? I think my motor has been covered by snow.” I took a look outside.
“Well, that’s fine. The cinema is near of your house, no?” I nodded. “Come on, then. Don’t forget your jacket. Here.” He threw my jacket to me.
“Won’t Michelle angry to me, because I take your time?” I asked in worry.
He shook. “I don’t think so. Well, if so, I’m gonna protect you.”


In his car, we talked much about our life even we already knew each other.
“So… why do you pick guitar as your favorite instrument?” I asked anxiously.
“Well,” He put off his cigarette. “My dad taught me guitar. So I decided to learn it deeper and fall in love with it.” He chuckled. “How about you?”
“Me? Well…” I bit my lower lip. “I must confess that I admire you, Brian. In high school, I’d seen you playing guitar in the middle of the girls. You were so amazing. So I tried to learn guitar. Before I know you, I had learned it but I thought it was fucking hard. And I had to change my mind after I know you.” I smiled.
“Girls, huh?” He grinned without looking to me. “Girls are nothing. I did it because I love playing guitar. They were coming to me not the opposite.”
I turned my face over him. “Wow, I thought you loved it. Isn’t it good to have many girlfriends?”
“Well, not exactly. Girls are wild. They do whatever they want. They push me to do anything I even hate.”
“How about Michelle?” I stared him. My eyebrows furrowed.
He silenced, and then he smiled and faced me. “I don’t even know do I really love her or not. I love her, and I want her to be mine. I want everyone know that she’s mine. I need someone special.”
“Wow, true love, you said.” I giggled.
“Yes, true love. When I saw her for the first time, I felt like I’ve seen an angel. I really love her. But that’s not always true. Sometimes she really pisses me off. I ignore her. In this point, she becomes really mad and doesn’t want to meet me for a week. I know this fucking line, so I don’t really care for it.
 “But still, even though I love her, I don’t feel that she’d be mine forever.”

I nodded, understanding his story. “Is she always making you feeling better?”
“She cares for our relationship, my career, without knowing the real me. I mean, she only adores me and like to having me on her own. In other side, I feel like be deserted, but she needs me like I need her.”

I was silenced for a moment. “Have you ever kissed her?”
Suddenly he stopped his moving car in the traffic light so hard until I almost head the window. “Oh well, that would be a long story.”
“Tell me.”
“I kissed her once.”
“That short?”
“Listen, I didn’t feel something special in that kiss. It was only like, ‘Hey, I’m your boyfriend. You’re mine, never forget me. This would be the great day ever.’ Only like that. That wasn’t what I expect. I want more. I never had kiss before but I know what it is should be.
“I think just because she had so many kisses before, she felt it normally. Not special. Like it wasn’t my first kiss, nothing was happened, dammit.”
“People say that kiss makes you feel better, while the others say that kiss makes you feel horrible.”
He laughed, and stepped on the gas. “Neither. Maybe passionating?”
“I must add it. Thanks.” I giggled. “Maybe you should have personal time with her.”
“Personal time? I spent over two years only for her! She asked me anything and I gave her what can I give! We spent about 4 months for holiday! Isn’t that fucking personal time?”
“Well, then I don’t know the next solution.” I felt guilty immediately.
He sighed. “I’m sorry, Zack. I was too mad. I feel we aren’t destined together but I really love her. I can’t get her out of my head. Even she cares for few parts of my life; I still didn’t feel like she loves me that much.”
I leaned my head over his shoulder. “Oh, Brian. You’re loved and blessed. If you really believe that Michelle is your true love… believe it.”
“Thank you, Z.” He chuckled.


Finally we arrived. I thanked him for dropping me home. Before he go, I apologized to bother him because if he needed to go to the cinema quickly, he didn’t need to turn right but straight and without a minute he would arrive.
“It’s not a problem. I didn’t want you to be an ice block on the studio, or we would burn you in fireplace.” He guffed.
“Aww… shut up!”
“Here, you forgot your jacket… again.” He handed me the jacket.
“Ow, thanks a lot, Dude.”
“No problem, Old Zacky.”
“Old what?!”
“You forgot something easily. Oldie.”
“Meanie!”
“Shut up. See you soon, Oldie!”
In far, I shouted, “Thanks, Mr. Remembering.”


Next day in the studio, Jimmy met me in the parking area. He said that there was a big problem needed to be solved. I asked what, but he only said that Matt would talk about it.

When we headed to the living room, Matt stopped me. He reached my hand and held it hardly. “What the hell did you do to him?” He stared me as if I was his prey to be.
“Did what? Whom?”
“He, Brian, of course. You were the only one who with him last night.”
“What? Yeah I was, but what happened?”
I looked to the sofa in the living room. Brian was there, sleeping. I turned my face to see Matt. “He’s sleeping.” But then Brian woke and I could see his face.
He seemed unhappy. Red eyes, terrible hair, some broken beer bottles… I stared Matt. He shrugged.
“He’s been like that since he’s here. We’re trying to calm him down but he always looked depressed. You didn’t give him any fucking drugs, did you?”
“Of course I didn’t. I have no idea of his depression.”
“Calm him down, Zack. He doesn’t want to play any song or say anything before he meets you.”
“He wants to meet me?” I pointed myself in frightened. I was afraid that I did something hurt him.
“Yeah. I’m heading home, so are they both.” He pointed at Jimmy and Johnny who were in car already. They seemed talking about Brian, too. “Sorry for taking your time, but he’s your best friend.” He patted me.
Then Matt went off and gone. Only Brian and I.

Slowly I walked to the living room. He was holding his knees like he was scared. He looked me and closed his eyes.
“Are you sure about your words last night?”
“Which words?”
“The one with ‘believing’ on it.”
“Oh, well, yes I do.” I nodded even he didn’t see me. “What’s happened?”
He palmed his face and then sighed hardly. “Oh God, I think you weren’t right. She’s a fucking bitch.” He wiped his red eyes. “We broke up last night.”
I stared him. “Unbelievable. How come?”
“I dunno, she was really mad when she knew I dropped you home first. She didn’t want anybody first except her. I told her that you’re my best friend but she didn’t care. She said that she had been waiting for an hour when I fucking knew it was only fifteen minutes.
“See, she doesn’t love me back! Now I don’t know who the hell I should love with.” He pulled his spiky black hair and without combed it back, let it ruffled.
I sat next to him. “Calm down. Maybe playing guitar will calm you a bit.” I patted his back.
He glared me. “SHE EVEN TOOK MY FUCKING GUITARS!! ONLY THIS ONE I LEFT IN THE STUDIO!” He roared, showed his black stripped guitar to me, and threw across the room. “Fuck everything here!”
He drank a beer, and threw the bottle.
“Not only that. My fucking credit card! She took it and the bills are enough to kill me! My dad was really angry when he knows this. He said that I was loved the wrong girl. I wouldn’t go home for a while. I’m gonna stay here.” He crawled and put his head on my thigh.
He closed his eyes but not yet sleep.
“You can stay in my house, Bri.” I stroked his hair.
He opened his eyes and glared me. “Are you fucking serious?”
I nodded.
He grinned.


On my way home, he only drank, drank, and drank bottles of beers. I thought those were about three and a half bottles, but he looked drunk already. I didn’t talk to him because he only shouted and grumbled all the time. I didn’t have a heart to see him in pain.
When we arrived my home, I let him sleep in my couch. He was happily ran into my couch and yelled “MY PLACE TO BE RROVEED… RROVEE….”
I left him in the living room alone while I washed my face in the bathroom.
“Zack?” He groaned. I approached him. “Zack, is thaat yyyooo…?” He talked in eyes-closed.
“Yeah, Brian. It’s me. Are you needing my help?”
“SHE AIN’T MY TRUE RROVE, WWIIGHT?! I STILL HAS ANDDOTHER, WWIIGHT?!!” He roared, dropped his Jack Daniel’s.
I didn’t know how I should respond. I jumped next to him. “Do you still love her?”
“I dunno. I dunno. I DUNNO!!” He hissed, and groping something in the air. It was still in eyes-closed. “Shhuutt the hell-aps!!”
I waited him to be calmed. “Then I will.” He snored. I thought he was sleeping already. Afterwards, I whispered. “You’re gonna find the best for you…”
“TROUBLES ARE ON EVEWWYWARE! WHAT A FUCKING BEST SHIT!!” He suddenly screamed, made me startled. Shit he hadn’t slept yet. He threw his broken bottle, and got hurt by a piece of glass. “Argh, shit! WHY THE HELL YOO DEEADD TO MEEH??” He opened his eyes, staring to the broken bottles.
“Are you okay?” I worried. It was a relief that his hand wasn’t bleeding because it would be worse. “Don’t think the problem, Bri. Forget it. You still have us. We’re gonna finish it.” I smiled to him. I could see blush on his face.
He didn’t answer but closing his eyes.

For that moment I could see that this was the weakest point of Brian. He couldn’t do anything. He needed us, his best friends. He looked hopeless, powerless. He’d lost his life. His innocent face… I wanted to make him better.
“Brian…”
He looked me. “Yeah…?”
I moved my face closer to his. He just looked me curiously. “What are you gonna do, Zack?”
I stopped for a while. “I don’t know.” I touched his warm cheek. He moved his face closer to mine as I also did.
“Brian… I…”
I held his hand hardly, and stroked his spiky hair. With all of my braveness, I pressed my lips against his. At first he kissed me back, but then he stopped it even though he didn’t fight it, let my lips pressed his lips deeper.
His lips were so soft, and letting my tongue licked it. He took out his own tongue and let ours entwined.
I felt something strange; I wanted to protect him in all of my life. I wanted to make him forget his problems. I wanted to give my life to him.

It was about 30 seconds long before he pushed me away. “Get off! What the fucking are you gonna do? Making me as your whore after I broke up a whore?!” He stared me in disgust, suddenly sobered up. He frowned and shocked, he wouldn’t imagine this would be happened.
“I.. I’m so sorry, Brian! It was just happened!” I shocked and trying to protect myself. I was frozen. My mouth couldn’t make any better reason like I usually say.
“Like hell you said! You made me lost my angel, and now you’re trying to be an angel?! No way! Fuck you!”
He was ready with his fist, but after he held it in the air for some seconds, he stopped it. Brian glared me with all of his angriness, and closing his face to me.
I thought he would kiss me one more, but I was too high to hope.
“Move away from me for now.” He whispered.
I nodded, and that was the only thing I could do. Before he go, he asked me a simple but killing question, “Why did you do that…?”
I shrugged. But his glare was threatening me and I didn’t want to piss him more. “Because… Because I… love you…” My voice throttled.
And I moved away from him. He did nothing but mumbling. He wore his jacket and slammed the door.
I felt clumsy and blammed myself,
What the hell am I doing?!