Love within the shadows

Battle of the Buns

The band had been in a good rhythm lately. After Johnny's revelation, Zacky's budding romance with Annie, and the deeper sense of unity they had all been feeling, things seemed to be on an upswing. That is, until the day Matt and Brian found themselves embroiled in an argument so absurd, it would leave everyone else baffled.

It started, like most of their ridiculous disputes, over something entirely trivial. They had been lounging in the studio, with Matt scrolling through his phone while Syn absentmindedly strummed his guitar. It was supposed to be a low-key day, but, as it often did with these two, a stray comment set things ablaze.

Matt, having found an old picture of himself from years back, smirked and said, "Man, my ass used to look amazing in these jeans."

Brian glanced up, not missing the smug tone in Matt's voice. "Used to? You mean my ass looks better in jeans right now," he shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Matt looked up, offended, though clearly amused. "Are you kidding me? I've got the best ass in this band, hands down."

Syn laughed, setting his guitar down and standing up. "Bro, there's no competition. My ass is perfection. Everyone knows that."

The room fell quiet for a moment as the air grew thick with tension. Zacky, who had been quietly tuning his guitar in the corner, looked up, already sensing where this was headed. Johnny glanced between the two, his eyes widening, while Joeharry, who had popped by for a visit, simply shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

Matt stood up, squaring his shoulders. "You want to bet on that? Let's settle this right now."

Syn leaned in, not one to back down. "Oh, it's already settled, dude. I've got the better ass, and you can't handle the truth."

Before anyone knew it, what began as playful banter turned into a full-blown, testosterone-fueled showdown. The two stood chest-to-chest, glaring at each other like warriors ready to go into battle.

"You're seriously going to stand there and pretend your ass even compares to mine?" Matt growled, his voice low and challenging.

"Not pretending," Syn shot back, his smirk returning. "Just stating facts."

In the next moment, fists flew.

Syn swung first, but Matt dodged it easily. With a growl, Matt tackled Syn to the ground, the two of them rolling across the studio floor as instruments clattered and chairs were knocked over. Zacky and Johnny jumped up, half amused, half panicking as they watched their two friends go at it like middle-schoolers fighting over who had the coolest shoes.

"Guys, come on! This is ridiculous!" Johnny yelled, trying to get between them, but the chaos was already in full force.

Matt landed a solid hit to Syn's arm, but Syn flipped him over with surprising agility. "That all you got?" Syn taunted, panting as he held Matt in a makeshift headlock.

Matt struggled but grinned through the frustration. "You wish! You're about to regret this!"

With a powerful twist, Matt broke free and shoved Syn back, sending him stumbling into the drum set. Cymbals clanged loudly as Syn crashed into the floor, groaning in frustration. Matt, seizing the moment, stood tall, flexing for dramatic effect.

"You want to see the best ass in the band?" Matt shouted, turning around and pointing at himself.

Just as Syn was getting back to his feet, Zacky finally intervened, grabbing Matt by the shoulders. "Alright, that's enough, dude. We're not seriously doing this."