Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> Summertime
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Zacky and I were doing algebra. I wasn't really concentrating. My mind was elsewhere. A few days
ago, Sunday night, I had made an important decision. Both Zacky and Brian had kissed me on
occasions, but I wasn't going to let it happen anymore. I didn't want the two best friends fighting
over me and that's probably what's going to happen if I keep letting things go the way they have.
Friendly gestures were acceptable, but no kissing. Fortunately I haven't been in a predicament since
“What do you say about going to the beach?” Zacky said, pulling me from my thoughts.
“We could just hang out or surf a bit.”
“I can't surf. You never taught me how,” I pointed out.
He started laughing, “So now it's my fault that you can't surf. I didn't make you fall off
I smiled, “I know, I'm just kidding.”
“I can still try and teach you if you'd like,” he offered.
He got up, heading for the door to let me change.
“I promise to teach you something today, even if it is just to stay on your board for more
than a few seconds,” he grinned.
I laughed, “Yeah, yeah, rub it in my face.”
He shut the door behind him and I quickly changed. He smiled broadly, when I met up with him
downstairs. Half an hour later we were on the beach.
“Okay, you're obviously not going to learn how to surf in one day. It takes practice,”
he said. “Surfing is all about balance. You have to concentrate on the movement of the wave,
that of your body and making the board move the way you want it to. Even though you concentrate a
lot, you also have to relax and have fun, because surfing is fun.”
I smiled at the way he explained it. It was definitely easier said than done as I realized the
“You may not believe it now, but it's really not that difficult. You just need to get the hang
of it,” he finished.
“You ready to try again?” he asked as we noticed the water get ready for a wave.
I smiled at him nervously.
“Hey, trust me,” he said in a soothing voice. “I won't let anything happen to
I took a deep breath and got on the board. A few seconds later, I was standing up. It went a lot
better than the first time, in my opinion anyway. I tried to concentrate on the movement of the wave
and mine, making the board move accordingly. Just when I thought I had it, I went down hard. I only
resurfaced after a few seconds. I spluttered and choked, coming up, because I had swallowed water
going down. Zacky was already standing in front of me. He was holding onto my shoulders and staring
deep into my eyes with a worried expression on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
I nodded and choked out, “I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?” he checked.
I managed a weak smile and nodded.
“Shit,” he muttered. “You really scared me there for a second. You went down
“I'm okay,” I said reassuringly. “We should probably go back in. The day isn't
getting any longer.”
“You still want to try again after that?” he asked in disbelief.
“Hey, if I give up after every little fall, I'll never learn to surf,” I said jokingly.
He shook his head, “You're unbelievable.” He then smiled, “Well, then. I guess we
should get going. Let's see if you can get back on the board after that fall.”
About ten tries or at least ten falls later, I decided that I had lost enough brain cells for one
“You did good today,” Zacky commented. “Give it a couple more days and you'll be
He pulled on his T-shirt and I also pulled on mine. He put his arm around my shoulders as we started
walking down the street.
“So, would you honestly rather walk with me than catch another ride on my skateboard?”
he asked jokingly.
“Definitely,” I said, voice full of conviction. “Besides, the only difference is
that it's safer to walk.”
“I got you home safely. We didn't fall once,” he said defensively.
“I know,” I said. “But it really wasn't very nice.”
“There are other differences too,” he pointed out.
“Not really. Whether I catch a ride with you on your skateboard or whether I walk home with
you, your arm is still around me.”
“Sorry,” he said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
He made to remove his arm, but I grabbed onto his hand, stopping him.
“I don't mind,” I assured him with a small smile.
He flashed me that dazzling grin of his, causing me to turn to a puddle. I felt my cheeks heat up.
“You know, you're really cute when you blush,” he noticed with a smile.
That comment didn't help and I just grew a deeper shade of red. He chuckled and I buried my face in
“Have you ever considered permanently wearing contacts?” he wanted to know.
“You have gorgeous eyes, but you hide them behind your glasses,” he stated as a matter
I felt like an idiot, because I just started blushing again.
“I'll think about it,” I told him.
He gave me a satisfied smile and we kept walking towards my house. Once we reached my house, I
invited him inside. We entered the kitchen and found my mom already starting on dinner.
“Hey, Mom,” I said, kissing her cheek. “Are you working tonight?”
She nodded, “That's why I'm already cooking dinner.”
“Hello, Mrs. Huber,” Zacky greeted.
“Oh yeah, Mom, this is Zacky,” I introduced them.
“Oh!” she exclaimed a little in surprise. “It's nice to finally meet you, Zacky.
I've heard a few things about you.”
“I didn't say anything, because my mom would blow up everything I tell her,” I told him
He returned the smile before turning back to my mom, “It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs.
“Are you staying for dinner?” my mom asked him.
“No, thanks. I just came to get my things.”
“I'll walk with you,” I offered.
Zack got his things from my room and then left. I returned to the kitchen and sat down at the table.
“So that was Zacky,” my mom smiled.
“Yes, Mom, that was Zacky.”
“He's nice,” she commented.
“Very nice,” I agreed, getting up and getting myself a soda from the fridge.
“So, when was the last time you saw Brian?”
“He was over here Sunday afternoon,” I replied.
“You should invite him over some time,” she suggested.
With that I left the kitchen, because soon my mom would probably start asking me about my
relationships with one or both of the guys and then I'll never hear the end of it.
I hurried down the stairs towards the front door. As soon as I reached the living room, I saw my
brother in a lip-lock with Scary. I chuckled, because it seemed that they finally got together. My
brother has had the hots for her for weeks now, but didn't have the guts to do anything about it.
Seems that that changed. I opened the door and smiled at Frank.
“Hey,” he smiled. “Ready to go?”
We were going to the mall to hang out.
I nodded, “Yeah, let's go.”
He peered around me and saw the couple on the couch, his face cracking into a broad grin.
“Well, well, well,” he snickered.
I smiled and followed him out the door. We saw an action movie, because that's what both of us
preferred, and then we sat down at a small caf? drinking milkshakes and just talking. He told me
quite an interesting story on why he and his three friends started at Huntington High. Later in the
conversation I noticed him fidgeting.
“Why are you fidgeting?” I asked.
“I'm not fidgeting,” he slightly stuttered.
“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asked.
I stared at him amazed, “I have never met a guy who asks to kiss a girl.”
“I guess it's easier than being rejected,” he admitted embarrassed.
“It still takes guts. Whether you ask or not, you still have the same chance of getting
rejected,” I pointed out and he grinned sheepishly. “In case you were wondering, yes,
you may kiss me.”
He smiled and leaned closer before kissing me softly. We both grinned at each other when we pulled
away. Afterwards, we headed back to his house and sat on the couch watching television. The front
door burst open and Scary came waltzing in.
“Hey, you two!” she exclaimed.
“Hey,” we greeted simultaneously.
“Frank, I didn't know you have a girlfriend,” she teased.
At that point Gerard and Blaze entered the living room holding hands.
“Just like I didn't know you have a boyfriend,” he shot back.
“What are you talking about?” Gerard and Blaze wanted to know at the same time.
Gerard plopped down in the chair and Blaze took a seat in his lap.
“Yes, Frankie, what on earth are you talking about?” Scary asked, acting innocent.
She obviously doesn't know that Frank and I had seen her and Jimmy making out.
“I'm talking about you and Jimmy sucking each other's faces,” he stated bluntly.
Her eyes grew wide, “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Making out in the living room isn't exactly the most inconspicuous way to go about your
relationship,” he told her.
“Frank, you can't expect her to tell you now. She's probably still a little tongue-tied from
earlier,” Gerard snickered and Scary shot him a death glare.
Finally she sighed in defeat, “Okay, Jimmy and I are officially dating.”
“Now, you didn't answer my question, Frank,” Scary said, turning back to look at the two
Frank looked at me questioningly.
“Could you give us a second?” he asked them.
They nodded. Frank grabbed my hand and led me into another room.
“I know we don't really know each other all that well yet, but I honestly like you and today
has been great. Would you be my girlfriend?” he asked.
I smiled, “Sure, of course I'll be your girlfriend. You're so cute.”
He blushed at that and I giggled. After he hugged me, we walked back to the others, holding hands.
“Scotty is my girlfriend,” Frank stated proudly.
Scary and Gerard emitted wolf whistles. We laughed, shaking our heads at them.
“Guess we're all one big family now,” Gerard noticed. “Jimmy would probably kick
my ass if I get you into trouble now,” he told Scary.
“Ha! You're not alone,” she assured him. “You don't get me into trouble alone
They grinned at each other. Frank and I retook our place on the couch.
“Let's play some Xbox,” Frank suggested and everyone agreed.
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