Gay Band OneShots

AvengedSevenfold: Enough is Enough

Johnny was placing his bass into his case when someone bumped into his back, causing the bass to fall and the neck to snap.

He sighed, anger filling his veins. He went to cuss the person out, but was too late.

"Damn Johnny, watch what you're doing." Jimmy muttered, getting back to his feet to continue the game of catch with him and Zacky.

Johnny nodded before picking up the remains of his beloved bass before tossing it into the trash. Holding back his tears of hurt and sadness.

***

A few days later, Brian was pestering everyone to go out drinking. He begged Zacky first, till he got a yes. Jimmy put up no fight, happy to get out of the cramped bus. Then he moved onto Matt.

"C'mon, it'll be nice to get out a bit." Syn pleaded.

"I have things to catch up on Bri." The hazel eyed man groaned. Stretching his muscles out.

"What like jack off to ex-girlfriend? Maybe you can get some real action eh?" Brian teased, sparking Matt's interest.

"Alright, let's get outta here."

Everyone left the bus except Johnny. Even the driver left for a drink. No one bothered with inviting him, not even aknologing his existence.

He sighed unhappily and let his tears flow freely. No one would notice it anyways.

****

Things kept up like this for awhile, Johnny sinking deeper and deeper in a depression like state. No one noticed, some fans saw his sour moods at shows but brushed it off, thinking he was just tired.

His mood affected his music quality, earning him some glares. His bass wasn't a very special one anyways, just a cheap one he picked up along the way since his was smashed.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice Synyster come up behind him.

"Get you shit together Gnome." He growled, startling Johnny to the point that he stumbled and painfully twisted his ankle. He yelped in pain but finished the show nonetheless.

After the show, he was relaxing on the couch, tending to his ankle when all the guys marched in.

"You fucked up tonight, so you're on laundry duty. Chop chop." Synyster ordered.

Johnny opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by clothes pilling on top of him.

The guys left for the night, leaving him to walk half a mile down the road, lugging an extremly heavy bag on his back. Still limping from his injury. While sitting around waiting for all the loads to finish, he came to a decision.

***

Johnny was in the middle of packing his last bag when Zacky walked in. He looked over at this confused, before asking.

"What are you doing Short Shit?"

Johnny refused to let the growl escape his throat.

"I'm leaving." He muttered, zipping the bag.

"What do you mean?" The emerald eyed boy asked cautiously. Johnny shook his head sourly.

"I quit. I'm done with all your guys' bullshit."

He went to leave, but Zacky stepped in his way.

"You can't just leave. We need you..."

"Bull fucking shit! You guys treat me like shit constantly. You disclude me and blame everything on me. You guys made me walk in the cold to do all your laundry while I was injured. My favourite bass is broke because of Jimmy but who's fault is it? Mine. You guys don't notice my sadness. You guys put me down with names and make fun of me constantly. I know I wasn't here since the start, but I thought we were friends. I don't feel happy. I don't feel loved. You guys don't need me." He ranted, letting sobs rack his body towards the end.