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Corey, Meet Zacky... Pt. 1Chapter One
Zachary Baker sat down on the wall outside his high school. School had ended a half hour before, but he didn't feel like going home. Not today. Today, he wanted to stay as far away from "home" as possible. It was no longer his home, and no where else would ever be his real home.
His dad got a new job in Iowa. Yes, Iowa, specifically Des Moines. This meant that he, his mother, his brother and sister would have to move there. Zacky didn't want to move from Huntington Beach, where he'd grown up his entire life, out to Iowa, a strange state he'd never really even cared about. All his friends were in California and he knew no one out
Don't Give Up On Me .:Fransykes Request:.I stared at him as he took the stage, smirking out at the audience. I felt my stomach churn dangerously, I hoped he wouldn't see me. I ducked my head down, and tried to keep my eyes averted from his roaming gaze. Even with all the people in the crowded area, I could feel someone's eyes lock on me, and I tensed. I glanced up, and sure enough, he was looking at me, the smirk wiped off of his face. I bit my lip, and wrung my hands nervously. He slowly turned his attention back to the crowd, and I couldn't help but stare at his back from the place where I was standing backstage. He began to announce the song they were about to play. "This first s
This Last Day, All Or NothingThis Last Day, All or Nothing - Synacky
Have you ever noticed the way a person looks at you? How each person looks at you differently? It's actually quite amazing, when you think about it. Right now, there's a girl staring at me and Brian. Her eyes are wide and bright, shinning with lust for one of us. But she sees us lock hands and all that lust melts away. It's replaced with a look of envy toward Brian, although he doesn't see. She looks at me and smiles shyly. I can tell what she's thinking. She's thinking of the two boys in front of her, holding hands and wondering. Wondering if it's a joke; wondering if we are really together or if one
Zacky's List -Unfinished-Zacky's List – Synacky
The second Brian woke up on Friday morning he reached his hand out and groped his sheets to find his television remote. Every morning he watched the news before school, while he was getting ready. He liked to be well-informed about what was going on in the world. He kept feeling around on is sheets for the remote until he finally felt it. He picked it up and clicked the power button as he pointed t at the television. The television turned on, the images of some paid programming show fading in. Brian sat up and put on channel twenty-five to watch the news. Or at least listen to it as he dressed.
He stood up and st
Zacky, Watching Over Us - A7XZacky, Watching Over US – Avenged Sevenfold
"You don't control me, Brian." Zacky looked at his boyfriend. Brian stared back hard. "No matter how many times you tell yourself you can, you can't." His voice was low, stinging venom.
"You know that I don't do what I do on purpose. I don't mean it." Brian stared at his shoes, defeated. Zacky stared at him, his eyes seeming to burn holes through his body. He didn't like that feeling; he felt like Zacky was looking at his soul; weighing his heart against a feather.
Zacky shook his head. "If you don't mean it, then why do you do it? I've had enough of it. You make me feel awful about myself
Remembering Sunday - JalexI lay awake, staring at the ceiling. I don't know how long I'd been laying there, but it had to have been a few hours, at least. And that's when I decide: I can't take it anymore. I jump up, grabbing my shirt from where I'd dropped it on the floor. I run to the closet, and rip a pair of basketball shorts from a hanger, pulling them on as fast as I can, not caring whether they're on straight or not. I run to the door of the bedroom and yank it open. I hesitate, looking back at the bed. My eyes focus on the made-up side. It's untouched, the body that's usually there is gone, and tears sting my eyes. I turn and fly down the stairs, pulling on my
Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night) - JalexAlex looked at Jack, his eyes half lidded, heavy. He wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep, his mind and body both too wary to even function properly. He was barely registering Jack in front of him, his form blurring at the edges. He sighed, and moved to stand next to him, resting his head on his shoulder when he was close enough. "Jack," he mumbled, his eyes drifting shut. "Bring me home." It wasn't so much a request as it was a command. He heard Jack sigh softly, then felt his arm cup around his waist. Alex could already feel himself slipping, and he wanted to slip. He wanted to sleep and dream, wanted to be curled up under his blank
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His head was angled down, and he was staring into a notebook. He was sitting in the stands with a group of his friends, who were all talking animatedly around him. His long black hair hung in his face, but he moved it aside and began chewing on the end of his pen. One of his friends, a boy with ginger hair, poked him, and pointed at me. The boy with the black hair looked up, our gazes catching. I watched as a flush crept up his pale neck, up into his cheeks. I had to admit, it was pretty cute. But he quickly ducked his head down again, and began scribbling furiously in the not
Bruised and Scarred: Three [Alex/Kellin Collab]Bruised and Scarred: Part Three [Alex Gaskarth/Kellin Quinn Collab]
Kellin. His name was Kellin. As I was walking away, I couldn't help but smile just thinking about him. But my smile faded fast, as I remembered the way Justin had wrapped his arm around Kellin's shoulder. All the way back to the locker room, I couldn't help but think about how natural that movement had been. It had looked like his arm belonged around Kellin's shoulders. It made my head ache, just thinking about it. But I didn't want to dwell on it - I had to get home and shower. Justin was having a party, kind of a mix of celebrating the fact that we won the game, and the fa
Bruised and Scarred: Five [Alex/Kellin Collab]Bruised and Scarred: Part Five [Alex Gaskarth/Kellin Quinn Collab]
Before I even realized it, Rian had pulled up in front of my house. I had been too busy thinking of Kellin, smiling at me, then blushing when Justin started talking to him. "Go get ready," he said. "I'm going to go over to mine and change. Call me when you're ready and we'll go pick up the guys." I nodded, reaching into the back to grab my stuff. Once my fingers wrapped around the strap on my backpack, I hopped out of the car and walked up to the front door. Once inside, I ran up the stairs to my room and tossed my bag to the ground and went to my closet, grabbing anything th
Bruised and Scarred: Seven [Alex/Kellin Collab]Bruised and Scarred: Part Seven [Alex Gaskarth/Kellin Quinn Collab]
He stuttered as he said hi to me. He was biting down on his lip, and I smiled at him. He was blushing furiously, trying to avoid eye contact. I laughed a little, and reached forward, tilting his chin up so that he could look at me. "Hey," I said softly - well, as softly as I could, while still being heard over the music and people talking. His cheeks darkened, and I could tell he was trying not to smile. "Don't be so shy around me." I took a step closer to him, and his large eyes flicked across my face. I dropped my hand from under his chin when I felt he'd stay looking at m
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I can't express how much relief flooded through my body when Kellin said he and Justin weren't dating. It felt like a weight lifted off my heart. Now, I felt like I had a chance. If he wanted to give me one. I smiled at him brightly, "Uh... well, do you have a phone? If we're going to hang out, we kind of need a way to contact each other." He nodded, pulling out his cellular device. I did the same, and we traded, punching in our contact information. Once we did so, we traded phones back, our fingers brushing. I watched as he blushed, and couldn't help but make a comment on
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I groaned. Did Justin really just say that? I looked at Kellin, who was curled up on the bed, his face hidden against his knees. He was mumbling something that I couldn't catch, pulling at his hair. I made out Justin's name, and chalked it up to him being mad at what he'd said. I walked over and sat next to him, placing my free hand on his shoulder. He jumped, and looked up at me, his face the colour of a tomato. He blinked a few times, his eyes searching my face. He looked almost... scared. I frowned, not moving my hand from his back. "Are you alright?" He nodded.
"Justin
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Anything, just to be close to him. I had no idea how to do this - I wasn't really one to dance. But I stood behind Kellin, wrapping my arms around his waist. I laid one hand flat against his stomach, and the other fell into place against his hip. My heart beat frantically in my chest - words couldn't express how nervous this made me. Part of me wanted to dance with him, but the other part wanted to just gather him in my arms and run. But I didn't run, I leaned into him, my chest pressing into his back. I swear, he had to have felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was abou
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I sat down, pulling Kellin into my lap. I let him cry softly against my chest, as I rubbed his back gently. There was something about that story that didn't seem right to me. There was something that he had left out, something he hadn't wanted me to know about Derek. I could tell by the look in his beautiful green eyes. I didn't open my mouth to say anything, though, because I could tell the subject was still extremely sore for him - if it wasn't, he wouldn't be crying right now. I didn't want to make matters worse.
I don't know how long we sat there, him in my lap, gripp
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I stared at him, but he kept his eyes trained on the floor. I nodded, more to myself than anything. I could tell he wanted to say more. He kept opening his mouth, like he was going to speak again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he closed it again. We sat in silence for a few minutes, before Justin walked back in. He looked from Kellin to me, and I gave him a look as if to say help me. I wanted Kellin to tell me what happened - but I felt like he wouldn't give me the whole story of everything that went on. Justin walked over to us, and crouched down in front of Kelli
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Justin was sitting on the couch in the living room, fooling with his phone. When he heard us come down to leave, he looked up. "We're going out, I'll probably be back later. If not, I'll be over tomorrow," Kellin voiced to him. He looked from Kellin to me, his face blank of all expression. Something flashed behind his eyes when he looked at us, but it was so brief, I wasn't even sure if it was really there. He sighed, and turned back to his phone.
"Come back here tonight, okay? I need to speak with you about... band shit," he mumbled, before getting up and walking into t
Bruised and Scarred: 21 [Alex/Kellin Collab]Bruised and Scarred: Part Twenty-One [Alex Gaskarth/Kellin Quinn Collab]
Justin
I couldn't believe I'd just done that. I reached up and pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to tell myself that I did not just kiss my best friend and leave him standing in Alex's house. I sighed, dropping my arm back to my side, my heart still pounding wildly in my chest as I walked toward my house. I felt like I was going to throw up, or cry. Maybe both. I could already feel the tears stinging the backs of my eye lids, and everything started to blur. I reached up, sniffing, and wiped harshly at my eyes. I still couldn't believe I'd just done that. It's just.
Bruised and Scarred: 23 [Alex/Kellin Collab]Bruised and Scarred: Part Twenty-Three [Alex Gaskarth/Kellin Quinn Collab]
Alex
I woke up to Kellin, practically screaming in his sleep. I sat up quickly, and started shaking him. "Kellin," I said, trying to wake him up. He groaned, and tossed around. "Kellin, wake up," I shook him harder, but nothing helped. Why was he screaming so much? I didn't understand. After shaking him for a bit, I ended up slapping his cheek lightly, yet hard enough to wake him up and get him to stop screaming. As soon as his eyes were open, he shot up, looking around wildly, tears in his eyes.
"Justin!" He gasped. "Justin... oh my God... oh my God, he's dead, he'
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