Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> Beautiful Lies
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“Yes, ma'am,” I call after my mom.
I hear the door close and soon following, the roll of her car out of the driveway.
I run my hands across my features, down my sculpted arms.
My fingers trail down my stomach, zip down my groin and roll across my thigh.
I sigh and pull away from the bathroom to wiggle on a pair of deep purple skinny jeans that bunch
around the ankles but fit my hips, ass and thighs snuggly.
I search my floor, happening to get a whiff of my arm.
I inhale and my mouth waters.
I shake my head as if to clear the smell from it and grab a black V neck shirt from my blue
I stand straight and toss it over my head, the V dipping to the middle of my chest in a deep line.
My tender chest piece shows from underneath the shirt.
I tug on socks and a pair of thick black skater shoes with deep purple laces that match my pants.
The laces don't tie and fall gracefully about the sides of the shoes.
I grab a stick or eyeliner, my hair brush and my glasses and head to the bathroom again.
I turn my straightener on and apply a thin sheen of eyeliner on my bottom lid.
I apply another thin line on my top lid and smudge it with a q-tip.
Then I put my square, red rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose and brush and straighten my hair.
I comb it to the side and it falls in my face in sleek slicks.
Some parts of my hair fall behind my glasses lens and I brush them away.
Yeah, I think. I look fine.
No wonder people see me and fall head over heals in love with me.
I smirk and slip my aviators on my face.
Surprisingly, they stay on even with my other glasses on.
The run is rising. I can feel it in my bones, in my beatless heart.
I walk to my room and grab my bag before slinging it over my shoulder and descending the stairs.
I catch a glimpse of my thigh as it rolls up and steps back down.
The violet cloth grips my skin.
My own reflection makes me inhale sharply, turns me on.
I can't imagine how others might feel.
I step to the kitchen and grab a Pepsi from the fridge.
I walk by another mirror and smirk, my teeth white as my victims bones.
I step outside and frown.
It's not as bright as I thought it would be so I take off my large sunglasses and put them in my
Walking down the street, it's warm even though the sun is constantly covered in clouds.
A car horn honks and a wolf whistle sounds, two low, suggestive noises.
“Hey!” he screams. I turn my head to the car and a boy sticks his head out the window.
I chuckle and wiggle my butt before flipping the car off.
“Fuck you, Jim. Go back where you came from.”
His face turns deadly serious. “I don't think she's like that very much.”
I shake my head, the worst mental image possible plaguing it.
“Where you headed, Baker?” his face turned chipper again.
“Yeah, sure,” I grin, cutting him off.
He smirked. “Yeah, yeah, anyways. Me and Anthony Greene, I think you guys met before,”
he points at a boy a little older than himself.
Jimmy's fresh out of college.
We used to hook up when we just met, but we relaxed into a best friend relationship.
“Are going to go chase some tail. You in?”
The car rolls along slowly beside me.
I think about it for a moment, thinking If I really wanna go and met some chicks, maybe some boys,
snag `em and eat `em, or if I wanna go to college, flirt with Haylie, chill with Matt, have sex with
Brian and skip Mabbitt's class.
I choose the latter and shake my head.
“Nah, I skip classes too much as it is. Why you guys chasing skirts so early?”
Jimmy looks into the car at Anthony and Anthony looks back at him helplessly, his hands up and off
of the steering wheel as if in surrender.
Jimmy looks back at me and shrugs.
I grin. “Alright, well try not to lose your marbles again, kid.”
I always call him `kid' simply because he's the most immature person I know.
He cringed then grinned, recalling the last time we went to chase tail.
Sexy little thing in a blue corset and matching ruffled garnet panties, lean legs and these killer
Jimmy whistled at them and they turned to us.
Jimmy was focused on their chest, which turned out to be implants anyways.
I was too busy laughing at their adams apple and huge package.
When Jimmy realized it was a guy, h asked what the guy stuffed with and asked if he could see his
The man lady walked straight up to him and railed his nuts with those lethal shoes.
I was on the floor laughing.
I smirked as Jimmy held his groin protectively.
“Won't be making that mistake again.”
“Well, let's hope you wouldn't make that mistake twice.”
He nodded seriously and big be goodbye.
I wave to them and they drive away.
Just a block from college now.
I walk smoothly, graceful steps and a sexy strut that a super model would be envious of.
Matt walks smoothly up to me, his strut just as graceful as mine but in a different way.
His shoulders swing like a badass and his hands tug the hips of his jeans down so his muscled sex
lines show in a deep V.
I shake my head and pull a pack of cigarettes from my messenger bag.
I light one up and blow the smoke away from Matt.
“Nothing really. Just saw Jimmy. Yo, you remember a kid called Anthony Greene?”
He thought for a minute and I took a hard drag on my filterless cigarette.
Lucky Strikes. I take another drag and it kills my throat but I embrace the feeling.
“Name sounds crazy familiar, but I can't place it. Why?”
“I donno. He was hauling Jimmy's ass around so I figured if we knew Jimmy we'd know Anthony.
Jim says I met him before, but I couldn't place him.”
“Oh. Yeah, I donno. Kinda early for his ass to be up and driving around, innit? That boy
didn't even wake up for high school.”
I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement.
A group of girls walked by, pompoms rattling and ponytails bouncing.
They chattered loudly and I winced, covering my ear with my free hand and taking a drag with my
Matt snickered and looked at then while they walked away.
“Kinda early to be hearing that noise, too.”
I grinned and nodded my head again, taking another hard drag.
My eyes watered at the harshness of the chemicals, but it felt beautiful.
I flicked my cig butt and pulled the Pepsi from my bag.
A small fragile looking black haired girl walked up to us and wrapped her arms around Matt's middle.
Her name's Val. She's a sweetheart, if not a bit too clingy to big buff Matt.
His arm wound around her shoulder and they said their goodbyes before walking away, connected at the
hip and morphing into one.
They're cute together, though. I wish I could have that. I sigh and dwell on it, popping the tab on
I lock my mind and sip my soda, thinking about what life would be like if I never got that disease,
if mom didn't pay thirty bucks a pill for a med that ruins my life.
I know there's no going back now. I know it's stuck with me now, my dead heart, my emotionless eyes,
my sleepless nights.
The cool soda can is removed from my hands and warmth wraps around my middle and I look down at the
tan and painted arms, hugging my back to their torso.
I know who it is instantly and place my hands over theirs.
Brian kisses my neck under my ear and I lean into his form.
He kisses my ear lobe, soft as a feather.
“What's wrong, baby?” his sweet murmurs in my ear soothe me and relax me.
I run my fingertips over the backs of his hands and slide my fingers through his.
I shake my head the slightest bit, half wanting to tell him everything and half wanting to cry.
He wouldn't love me, though, if I told him.
He wouldn't want to hold me and he certainly wouldn't still want to have dinner with me or sleep
with me in his arms.
I'd lose him. I'd lose my friends. I'd lose my family.
I don't dwell on my misfortune very often because exactly this happens.
I don't realize that my eyes have been closed for the last countless minutes until I turn around
blindly in Brian's arms.
My legs straddle his hips, not in a sexual way, just a way for me to be closer to him.
My arms lock around his neck and warm tears somehow drip from my closed lids.
One of his arms tighten around my waist, tugging my firmly against him.
His other hand reaches up and his fingers comb through my hair soothingly.
He shushes and whispers in my ear, so softly it's almost inaudible.
He sways slowly side to side to rock me to quietness, probably terrified of my tears, why I'm
I remember now that he's never seen me cry before, never seen me shed a tear for anything.
A few more tears escape my shut eyelids and drift down Brian's neck which I bury my face into.
I then pull my face from his neck and wipe my nose before sniffling.
I feel so vulnerable, but Brian's arms around my waist provide security.
I look into his eyes, everything clear.
Maybe it's clear from keeping my eyes closed for so long. Maybe they're clear from the tears wiping
out bad visions.
Brian stops running his fingers through my hair and places a hand on the back of my neck.
By the back of my neck, he pulls my face to his.
His lips brush mine softly before his forehead presses against mine.
Both of his hands drift from my middle and my hair and cup both of my cheeks.
His long, tan fingers caress my jaw while his thumbs softly brush tear tracks off my cheeks.
My eyes close again, my forehead pressing harder against his.
He moves his face and kisses my forehead before pressing his forehead to mine again.
I inhale and exhale to ease myself and his fingers rub soothing circles in the small of my back.
I inhale again to steady myself and I open my eyes to find worry lacing Brian's deep chocolate orbs.
I smile a small, sad smile and place my hands on both sides of his neck, again being entranced my
the startling color difference.
I lean forward and kiss his thin lips softly as ever.
This boy was once just a toy to me, someone I wanted to munch on.
Now he's filling my empty heart.
My thumb brushes against my lovers lips.
His eyes question me and I almost blurt out an answer before I suddenly look up, like a force pulls
my eyes away.
I tense up and freeze in Brian's arms, having forgotten we've been on school property for who knows
I look around at the many faces staring upon us with gaping mouths.
Some classes are in session, but what has to be one third of the school's population looks at up
like we're on display.
I can see Matt and Val amongst the faces.
Val nestles close to Matt and his arms are wrapped around her waist. He kisses the top of her head
and she lights up, a lovely look in her eye.
Another couple is holding each other like Val and Matt are, only they look at Brian and I like we
set a romantic mood.
Many girls are squealing or have just squealed, the looks still on their faces.
They looked like we just turned them on and they can't go back, even if it was one of my sweetest
Some of the girls and many guys look repulsed and rush past to get to their next classes or back to
Some people looked at Brian and I in envy.
And Haylie looked at me with a broken frown.
Didn't expect this chapter to take this turn, but s'okay I guess.
Kinda get an idea of why he is how he is, but I'll share more on that later.
Lmao. That “Hey! Nice ass!” part was from the A7X video on All Access when they're in
the woods and Zacky, I think or maybe Johnny is climbing and Jimmy just blurted that.
That cross dresser part actually happened.
At a Repo! Show, a girl, who was actually probably the sexiest looking guy I've ever seen, was
dressed like that and my friend was basically drooling over “her” till I pointed out
“her” bulge and adams apple. He still thinks “she's” sexy anyway.
Thanks so much for the reviews on my last chapter and the chapter before.
I forgot to put those names in there so I guess I will here.
-HayleyHollows- Haylie Jaed- Synical Doors- Shadzlove6661- 143shadowluv- JustineJealousy- Frankie
Haylie Jaed(Sorry for murdering your best friend)- Frankie Cooper(Unfortunately, you wont come
back as a zombie.LMAO! “That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me
*twitch*”..And no you can't kick Zombie Zacky's ass cause you're not a zombie….maybe.)-
GracefulSyn(Oh..you're gonna be in there;D)~Shadzlove6661-
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