Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> Some Nights I Stay Up, Cashing In My Bad Luck
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Your Lips Are A Hot
Our Chemistry Is
“So thanks for setting me up on that AWESOME date Saturday night.” I said, spinning
around in my office chair, talking to my co-worker Meagan. The shop was dead and all of the busy
work was finished, so we were just sitting around and talking to pass the time.
“Oh yeah, I figured he was just your type!” She replied, smirking. I glanced over at
her again; she was painting her nails. Painting. s Nails. `At least I look
preoccupied.' I thought to myself. The last thing I wanted was my boss to come around
the corner and get pissed because we weren't doing anything.
I quickly got up from my chair, and continued to walk around the shop, straightening things, wiping
stations down, anything to pass the time. Ever since Zacky left my house yesterday morning, I
couldn't get my mind off him. I wanted so desperately to have his body close to me again. I
stopped cleaning shelves for a minute, and just stared out the window, my mind going back to the
perfectly amazing weekend I had with him. I had wanted so badly to call him, or to text him, or to
just see him again. As I was lost in dreamland inside my head, Meaghan took a walk-in customer to
one of the artists' stations, and started prepping him for his tattoo. I casually glanced around
the shop, for some reason, thinking that it would be Zacky. Obviously it wasn't; I hadn't told him
where I worked, and I liked keeping it that way.
`At least for now.' A voice rang in my head. I couldn't pin point it, but something
kept drawing my mind closer and closer to Zack. I let out a soft sigh as I tore my eyes away from
the window, and continued dusting, washing and wiping down the last couple of stations. I glanced
at my watch, seeing that I only had about a half hour left of the early shift. Normally on a busy
day, I would stay until about 8, when the night artists and the night crowd started showing up, but
today was a pretty slow day. The last half hour flew by, and I quickly grabbed my bag and my car
keys out of the office, and bolted out the door.
As I walked up to my car, Meagan had followed my suit and packed her shit up to leave. “Hey
do you have any plans tonight?” She yelled across the parking lot, unlocking her car in the
I swung my door open and threw my purse in the passenger seat, “Not sure yet. I haven't
really decided.” I answered back, sliding my sunglasses on my face.
“Well if you want to do something, just give me a heads up!” She jumped in her car, and
all but peeled out of the lot.
I let out another sigh, stepped in my car and turned the key in the ignition. I would normally
never hang out with Meagan outside of work, but I really needed to just get my mind off Zacky. I
quickly drove home, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of my own house. As soon as I
stepped inside, Danzig came trotting up to me, crying and yelling, waiting for me to feed her.
Without a break in rhythm, I walked into the kitchen, my heels clicking on the floor, grabbed her
dry food from the cabinet and slid in down on the floor for her. I left her to her own devices, and
dug through my bag, searching for my cell phone.
I silently prayed before refreshing the screen, hoping that someone, specifically Zacky, had called
or left a message. My heart skipped a beat, when my phone read:
I held my breath as I unlocked my phone, hoping and wishing that they were from Zacky. But my hopes
were crushed, seeing that they were only from my best friend Erica. She was asking to hang out
tonight, but I really didn't feel like being out on the town.
`Id love to see you sweetie, but I really dont feel like heading out tonight' I replied. Hopefully
this was enough to sustain her.
Not two seconds later, she had already replied:
`Oh thats fine! We can just chill here or at your place! Pleeeaaassseee??' I couldn't say no, I
hadn't seen her in weeks.
`Alright, ill be over soon.' I sent and tossed my phone back into my bag.
I dragged my feet all the way up the stairs, then I noticed that Zacky left his bowtie here the
other morning. A huge grin spread across my face and that warm feeling returned as I picked it up,
and tied it around my doorknob. At least this way, if I do never see him again, I have a reminder
of those fantastic hours.
I pulled my long, red hair up into a French twist and brushed a light layer of finishing powder over
my face. I walked up to my closet, kicked my heels off, cuffed my jeans and let my cotton blazer
fall off my shoulders. I grabbed my go-to flowy purple cardigan, and slipped into my Toms. I
grabbed a new pair of sunglasses that were sitting on my dresser, and used them to push my bangs out
of my face for the moment. I quickly hustled down the stairs, picked up Danzig's empty bowl,
grabbed my bag and flew out my front door.
In no longer than twenty minutes did I arrive at Erica's, parked on the street and buzzed her
apartment to let me in. I jogged up the stairs, growing more and more excited, realizing how long
it had been since I actually had seen her. As soon as I got to the door, she threw it open, her
arms spread out wide, welcoming me into her arms.
“Hey, girl!! It feels like I haven't seen you in ages!” She squealed, hugging me
“I know, right?!” I said, returning the hug. I released and followed her into the
apartment and set my bag down on the couch. “How have you been?” I walked into the
kitchen and grabbed a hard cider for each of us from her fridge.
“Oh you know, just the same old stuff.” She said cheerily, twisting open her cider when
I handed it to her. “Just working a whole bunch, I don't really have much of a personal life
anymore, ha.” She said giving a half-hearted chuckle.
“Well have you produced or recorded anything worthwhile?” I questioned, taking a seat
next to her on the couch. Erica worked at a recording studio for now, but she was trying to make a
name for herself and start her own music production company. I had to give her props for that,
because I would have given up by now. It was so hard in California to make a name for yourself if
you had anything to do with the music or film industry.
“Hmm…” She paused, taking a sip from the bottle, “Not really. Just a whole
bunch of shit that sounds like either Skrillex or Ellie Goulding.”
“That doesn't sound like too much fun.” I said smirking, taking a swig of cider.
“But seriously, enough about me. How've you been? I never hear from you anymore!” She
changed the subject; she didn't always like talking about her job, you could tell she wasn't where
she wanted to be yet.
I stopped in the middle of taking a sip of cider, “Do you really want to know? Cause so much
has happened, even in the past few days.” I finished my bottle and put it down on the coffee
table. She did the same and patiently waited for me to begin. “I think we're going to need
more booze and some food before I start.” I smiled, got up from the fridge and grabbed the
rest of the six pack. As I was doing this, Erica pulled some pizza rolls out of her freezer and
threw them in the oven. As soon as they were done, we planted our asses right back on the couch and
I continued to tell here everything about Zacky.
By the time I was finished telling my story, we had eaten probably close to 65 pizza rolls, and had
drank the rest of the six pack. Erica just stared at me, mouth agape, “Are you fucking
serious??” she exclaimed. I had a feeling she wasn't going to believe me.
“Dude, I'm serious! I'm not lying!” the alcohol had started to affect my system a little
bit. “He even forgot his bowtie at my house! It's tied around my doorknob now!” I yelled
a little too loud, laughing to myself a bit.
“No, don't get me wrong, I do believe you,” she started, “It's just such a
fucking crazy story. I mean, there are like thousands of teenage girls right now wishing
they could have had a night like you did.” She was right, and I had never thought of that.
The thought had never crossed my mind, and it left my mind just as quickly as Erica had brought it
“Well that's beside the point,” I popped a pizza roll into my mouth, “What matters
is the fact that I can't get my fucking mind off him, and something inside me just wants to be
around him all the time.” I spoke through bites and chews of our make-shift dinner.
“Well why don't you give him a call?”
That's all I had wanted to do for the past 36 hours. “I really want to, but I would feel so
needy. And something is telling me to wait for him to make the first move.” I felt a slight
twinge of sadness at this. All I had wanted for the past days was for him to make contact with me,
but he hadn't. I mean, why would he give me his number, and take mine in exchange, but not make any
contact. I tried to not think about it much, it confused me and had started to upset me after a
After another hour or so, I told Erica I needed to go home. “I still have to shower, and I
should really be in bed soon that way I'm not too tired for work tomorrow.” I lied, gathering
my things from the couch.
“Alright.” She sighed, “Are you sure you're okay to drive? You can stay here if
you need to.” She did this every time, and I felt like a terrible friend whenever I declined.
“Oh, sweetie. Normally I would, but I have to be at the shop early tomorrow. We got a whole
bunch of new shipment in and I need to rearrange and organize the stock room.” Another lie.
Right now, I just wanted to be in my own house, curled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets.
“Well shoot me a text any time you want, I miss hanging out with you!” She exclaimed,
pulling me into a tight embrace.
“Of course I will.” I smiled reassuringly and returning her squeezes. “I'll see
you soon!” I waved a hand behind me as I walked out of her apartment. I pulled my coat
tighter around me as I lightly hopped down the stairs.
As soon as I got in my car, my thoughts went straight back to Zacky. I checked my phone, hoping for
any sort of contact; but I was met with nothing, just a blank home screen. I sighed, irritated and
upset and quickly pulled away from the street. I took my time getting home, realizing that it
wasn't even 9pm. My thoughts jumped from Zacky to Erica, to work, my family and everything in
I hadn't even noticed the presence of another car in my driveway until I stepped out of my car. The
moonlight had caught the slight shimmer in the car's paint just enough to draw my attention to it: a
sleek black BMW. My heart skipped a beat; I had to be imagining this. Suddenly the blacked-out
driver's window rolled down silently, revealing Zacky; lounging in his car, looking like he had been
here for at least an hour or so.
I couldn't help but smile; there was no point in hiding how happy I was to see him. “I was in
the area, and figured I might as well stop on over.” He lifted his signature black sunglasses
up and smirked.
By now I seriously thought my heart had stopped beating. “Oh, really?” I cocked one hip
to the side and placed my hand on it. “And what makes you think that you can just come over
uninvited?” My dimples formed on my face as I tried to hide my puppy-love grin.
He stepped up and out of his car, closed the door and chirped the lock as he took three swift steps
closer to me. “Who said I was uninvited?” I could smell the scent of tobacco and
cologne on his jacket as I inadvertently took a step closer to him. By now our bodies were all but
pressed up against each other, steam rising from the chemistry between us.
“Am I allowed inside?” He murmured, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.
“Do you even have to ask?” I grabbed his hand once more and lead him inside.
“Can I say something?” I spoke softly as I lay in his arms, after another round of
leg-shaking, completely heart-stopping sex.
He adjusted and propped himself up on one arm before saying, “Of course.” I could
already feel myself getting lost in those eyes again.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you. Not since you left on Sunday morning.” I looked
down at the bed sheets, slightly embarrassed.
“I couldn't get my mind off you, either.” He uttered, almost inaudible. I tore my gaze
away from my sheets and stared directly into his eyes. Even though I barely knew this man, I could
see that he was telling the truth.
“So what is this, then?” A slightly puzzled look spread across his face, and his lips
seemed to pout more than they usually did. “I mean, I'm not trying to jump the gun or rush
into anything… But what are we doing?”
He took a few seconds to reply. “Honestly? I'm not sure. I never expected to meet someone
as captivating as you. When I walked into that bar the other night, I wasn't looking for anything
other than a drink. But instead I found you. And we may just be having fun right now, but it feels
like more than that to me.” I studied those jade eyes of his, sensing every single emotion
and feeling he just poured out of his soul and onto me.
“Really? I mean, you really feel that way?” My eyes lit up with excitement, hoping
that he was feeling the same things I was. “I thought I was crazy for thinking like
that.” A small smile spread across my lips. He pulled me into his chest and gave me a strong,
comforting hug and kissed the top of my head. “But really, what do you consider
“us”? I hated nagging him about it, but I needed to know these things before I became
fully invested in someone.
He stayed quiet for a little while, and I thought that I may have scared him away from me until he
broke his silence, “I'm not really sure how I feel about a relationship right now, seeing as
we don't know each other that well, but I really want to give it a try.” He lifted his gaze,
staring straight at me and said, “For now, I just want to date you, but I hope it can turn
into something more.”
My face stayed blank for a few seconds, my mind absorbing all of this information. I was a little
hurt, but at the same time I completely understood. I was so glad he said he wanted to give it a
shot, though. My heart skipped a few beats thinking about the absolute possibility of him and I
being together, and a smile that matched the endorphin rush appeared on my face. “I hope so
too.” I said, smiling wider and leaning up and kissing him.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, but the smell of breakfast and freshly made coffee were
rising up the stairs. I pulled a bra tank and a pair of shorts on and made my way downstairs: Zacky
was cooking bacon, eggs and toast, and had just finished making a pot of coffee. I smiled coyly,
walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. “Good morning.” I mumbled,
laying my head on his back and closing my eyes.
He reached a hand back and rubbed one of my arms, “Good morning.” Even his slightest
touch drove me crazy and sent tingles up and down my spine. He turned away from the stove and
enveloped me in his arms, “Go sit down, I'll have everything ready soon.” He gave me a
sweet peck on the lips and continued cooking. I smiled again, poured myself a cup of coffee and
took a seat at the table. I gazed out my window, thinking about how much my life has changed within
the past few days, and sipping my coffee. Before I knew it, a plate of bacon, sunny-side-up eggs
and toast had appeared right in front of me. I brought my attention back to reality and thanked
Zacky, and dug in.
“Thanks for doing this, you didn't have to.” I said in between bites of food.
“Well I was hungry, and I figured it's the least I could do for you.” He smiled, taking
a bite of bacon. My heart swelled in my chest; not many other guys would have done something like
this. I really hoped this was going to work out, because already I couldn't stand to see him
We finished our food and coffee pretty quickly, making small talk every now and then, but I could
tell he was starving, seeing as how he was all but shoveling bacon and eggs into his mouth. He
wiped his mouth with a napkin after finishing and looked up at me. “What time do you have to
work?” He took a sip of coffee, clearing his throat.
“In between 11:30 and noon,” I set my napkin on my plate and stood up.
“Why?” I started clearing the table, I couldn't stand to see a mess just sitting around.
“I was just wondering.” I saw him glance at his watch; it was only 10am, I had a little
bit of time before I had to start getting ready. He got up from the table and helped clear the
table, walking up behind me. “I wish I could stay with you all day.” He murmured as he
set the dishes in the sink and hugged me from behind.
“I do too,” I said, closing my eyes and caressing his arms. “But if you ever went
with me to work, I think you might get swarmed by a bunch of screaming fans; also known as my
co-workers.” I smirked, leaning my body weight into his. “I really don't want you to
leave.” I spoke softly, looking down at my feet.
“I know you don't, I don't either.” He whispered in my ear, setting his head down on my
shoulder. “But I have to, I have to go work on stuff with the guys.” He said with a
slight note of sadness.
I turned around to face him, and slid my arms around his torso once more. “When am I going to
see you next?” I rested my head against his chest, closing my eyes.
He sighed, pulling me closer and holding me tighter. “I'm not sure, sweetie.” My eyes
fluttered open and a tiny smile spread across my lips. “I have a few more things to tie up
with the guys, and hopefully we can do lunch this week.” He gazed down at me, lifted my chin
up and kissed me deep and slow.
It seemed like a whirlwind tore us apart, sent him on his way, and left me standing in my kitchen
alone. Already I could feel my heart aching for him, but I knew this time was going to be
different. I gave myself a reassuring smile, cleaned up a bit more, and went upstairs to get ready
for my shift.
I called Brian as soon as I sat in my car. The phone rang three times before he picked up.
“…H-Hello?” I must have just woken him up, he sounded hungover or tired. Or
“Hey, it's me. Sorry to wake you up.” I pulled my seatbelt on and backed out of the
“It's okay. It's only 10am, no big deal.” He snapped. Oh he was definitely hungover, I
could practically smell the alcohol through the phone.
“I need a favor again,” I pulled onto the street, and sped off towards the highway.
“I need you to tell Gena that I was with you again.”
I could hear him sigh,
“How long are you going to keep this up, man? I mean, the least you could do was break it off
with Gena. Or keep your dick in your pants.”
“Hey, it's more than that,” I was starting to get annoyed. “She means more to me
than just sex, okay? And I've been thinking about ending it, I'm just not sure how.” My voice
trailed off, I had been thinking about this for a while now, and I just couldn't think of a way to
pull it off.
“Whatever, man. Just know that she's gonna catch on soon. Or she's going to think we're gay.
Pick your poison, but try and keep me out of this.” He said, sounding more like he was
starting to wake up.
“You know it.” I got on the highway, pushed the pedal to the floor and zipped down the
road towards Huntington. “I'll see you around, guy.”
“See you later.” He said, ending the conversation with a yawn. I closed my phone and
slid it into my pocket. I had no idea what to do about Gena or Jenn. I've been with Gena forever,
but we had started growing apart. Or maybe it was just me. And Jenn was all I could think about.
Even when Gena and I were having sex, my mind was imagining Jenn. This was probably one of the
hardest and most difficult decisions of my life. Before I knew it, I was pulling in my driveway,
getting ready to tell Gena another lie. I shut my car off and just sat in the driver's seat for a
few seconds, trying to collect my thoughts. I took a deep breath, slowly stepped out of my car and
closed the door. As I was turning to face the house, Gena's body and face appeared at the front
door, waiting and welcoming me with a smile.
I still had no idea what I was going to do.
So I totally didn't realize how long I made this chapter, haha! But hopefully it'll hold you guys
over for a couple of days. I'm really trying to crank these chapters out to keep my readers happy :)
Read and review please, I look forward to hearing all your thoughts on this latest installment!
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