Synyster Gates And M. Shadows FanFic.

Chapter 2

Brian's Pov 

"Why'd you do this to yourself?" Matt asked his voice filling with shock. Oh no! This can't be happening this is a dream. Please be a dream, please be a dream, just then another clap of thunder pounded through the bus telling me that it wasn't. I pulled my arm away from Matt's grip setting it back down on his chest, this time making sure that the cuts were covered.

"I don't want to talk about it, Matt." I said burying my head into his warm side acting like he didn't just find out that I'm a self-harmer. I can't tell him why I self harm he'd hate me and our relationship would be changed forever.

"Bri, look at me please. Just tell me why you did that to yourself." Matt whispered softly. I pulled my head up looking him dead in the eyes. "Look I'll tell you after out interview tomorrow alright? But for now can I just sleep peacefully?" I asked not waiting for an answer.

I pulled the duvet covers over our bodies curling up against his side. I have to take advantage of this moment because this will probably never happen again. Once Matt finds out why I cut he'll probably hate me and kick me out of the band. Matt wrapped his arm around me pulling me impossibly closer to his body. Great now he's going to treat me like I'm made of glass and I'm not. Matt turned off the light that was lighting up his bunk off .

I waited about ten-to-fifteen minutes before I looked up to see if Matt was awake and from what it looks like he wasn't, well I'm about ninety percent sure he's sleeping. My breathing started to increase knowing what I was about to do. I leaned up pressing my lips to Matt's. I let them linger there slightly longer than I should've, because in my head I was hoping just hoping that he'd kiss back but of course that didn't happen. I pulled my lips away from his laying my head back to his chest.

I woke up around 8:00am knowing we had an interview today at ten. I know waking up two hours early seems like a lot, but when you have four boys on one bus, it isn't. I got off Matt's bunk walking to the bathroom. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and changed into some new clothes. I pulled my wallet out of the back pocket of my previous pants pocket taking out the razor. I made one cut on my left wrist, accidentally pressing down too hard.

I hurriedly put the razor back in my wallet, putting the wallet in my new pants. I grabbed a couple rags from the bathroom cabinet that was above the sink pressing one down to the wound. Within seconds the wash cloth was being coated with blood. I pressed another wash cloth on the wound and still the blood didn't stop coming out, so I added a third waah cloth when finally the blood flow came to a stop.

I threw the wash cloths in the trash hidding them with the ones from last night. I opened the bathroom door looking at the clock realizing that I've been in the bathroom for forty-five minutes. I put my dirty clothes in the washer making my way across the bus. I was almost back to Matt's bunk when the room started to spin. Once I made it to my destination I laid back down on the bed next to Matt, staring at the ceiling that was still spinning.

Once the room quit spinning I reached up grabbing my signature black with white stripes quitar, that was convently sitting right besided Matt's bed, and started playing Dear God, one of my most favorite songs. I made it half way through the first riff when suddenly Matt started singing along.

Soon enough we finished the song just Matt and I. When the song was over Matt left, he didn't say anything he just walked to the bathroom. I couldn't help but stare at his back while he walked away. I put my guitar down and woke up Zacky and Johnny. So of course bwithin minutes the bus was filled with the sound of the shower water running, and Johnny and Zacky laughing at some stupid joke they saw on the tv.

I walked to the mirror that was nailed on the wall fixing my hair up in spikes, adding my signature sun glasses, and without thinking I walked in the bathroom not remembering to knock. "Can't you fucking knock." Matt said turning around to look towards the door. He had a tooth brush in his hand, the towel around his waist hanging low.

When he saw that it was me I could've swore I seen his eyes soften. "S-Sorry. I.. Uhm.. I just.. Never mind." I said turning around quickly shutting the door quickly since the last thing I wanted was for Matt to be pissed at me. Then the urge to cut hit me like a ton of bricks, but where can I do it if Matt's in the bathroom?

Zacky walked up to me with a sad expression on his face making me sigh softly the last thing I need right now is to be felt sorry for. He must've heard Matt's tone when I walked into the bathroom. "You're fine." He whispered in my ear and I just wanted to cry. But I can't... The only people that have seen me cry is Zacky and even then he wasn't meant to see me cry, well Matt has seen my eyes water but he has never seen me full on cry before. I buried my head into Zacky's neck whispering. "I just love him so much." He rubbed my back pulling away from the hug to look me in the eyes. "I know." He said sadly.

Eventually everyone has been in the shower and it's time for the interview. Our security guard led us to the building a voice coming over an intercom thing saying we were on in one minute. We went and sat on the stools that were set up for us. The order of the seating was (looking from left to right) The interviewer, Matt, Me, Johnny, Zacky, and soon enough the interviewer was talking and asking us questions.

"Ugh Matt, how do you like the fans, do they always surround you or?" The interviewer asked smirking. "The fans are great and they kick ass if I might add." He smirks then continues his talking. "And yeah of course we get recognized but it's nothing that we can't handle, I think our fans respect when we just need alone time, and when we can't always stop to signs things. But yeah we try our best to please everyone. Matt says, Zacky shaking his head in agreement.

Matt's Pov

The interviewer asked me my question and I answered it perfectly so it should be Brian's turn, since they normally go down the line for questions before just asking them to anyone who wanted to answer. I turn to Brian only to see him with his face down, messing with his bracelets and that's when I see a fresh cut, yes, I'm sure it's fresh because that one wasn't there last night when I saw the others. Oh that reminds me he has to tell me why he self-harms after the interview today. Brian's face snapped forward when the interviewer says his name.

"Synyster we understand that you haven't been taking any girls back to the bus lately is that true?" The interviewer asked obviously flirting with him. That angered me Brian is mine, not hers, mine. He may not know it yet but he will be mine soon. I love him too much to let anyone else have him. Mainly some sank that probably flirts with everyone she interviews.

Just as Brian was about to answer, one of the members of the paparazzi yelled out. "Yeah, that's because he wants to be with Matt." She said rudely making my mouth drop. I looked over to Brian and he looked like he was about to puke. Although what that girl said was rude that would explain why Bri kissed me last night, when he thought I was sleeping. But then again does the thought of us ever being together make him that sick to where he wants to puke?

"Well too bad Brian. Matt is way too good for a piece of shit like you, so you should just quit trying because you're a worthless, talent-less, piece of shit." She yelled laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

I looked to Brian only to find him trying to hold in his tears. He never was one to let people see him cry. Zacky had a look on his face that held anger towards the girl and a emotion that I couldn't quite pin point for Brian. "Ok we should take a break now. Avenged Sevenfold everyone." The interviewer said hurriedly. As soon as the words left the interviewers mouth Brian ran out of the room and that's when I lost it.

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I hope to get some more readers:) I know not that many A7X fans read fan fics like this but I love to write:) Oh and a picture of Synyster's hair to the right. And no offense to the real Synyster Gates he is fucking perfect and beautiful.