My Other Half (Avenged Sevenfold)

Untitled Part 5

As we sat in the diner, I realized that this is the first time I had been out in public with him aside from my cousin's wedding. I noticed people staring at us. Brian raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"Ignore it. You get used to it. I know this is alot for you to take in. I'm sorry." He said sincerely.

"No, I'm fine. It is different for me, but, I can handle it." I shrugged.

"For someone who was edgy as shit the other night, you sure are handling this much better than I had expected." Brian said.

"Huh. You're right. I guess I am. Then again, Shane isn't around to fuck with me, so I don't feel so pissed off." I grinned.

"God, he is a dumbass. We felt so fucking bad for you. Matt and I kept trying to tell them to switch you up with someone else." Brian said.

"Joe knows that no one else would of been able to tolerate him like I can. That fucker owes me big after that. He knows it too." I said.

"Yes he does." Brian laughed.

"So, now that I know you're not really in the porn industry, what is your band up to?" I asked, watching him laugh.

"Right now? Not much. I'm not sure what you read exactly?" He asked carefully.

"I only read names. You were the one I had a target on. I did see a few of your solos. I was very impressed." I said, watching him smile.

"Thank you. Well, Jimmy was our drummer. He passed away about two years ago. We haven't been the same since. He was a huge part of our lives. He was my best friend, my brother really. We are going to finish the record because that is what he would of wanted. Eventually we will get a new drummer. All of us are still grieving. It's been hard." Brian sighed.

"I'm sorry. He sounds like he was very important to all of you." I said quietly.

"He was. He would of loved you. And I know you would of loved him. Everyone did. That's just how he was." He smiled.

"I would of liked that." I said, feeling tears in my eyes.

It's not just because of what he said. It's my own grief I'm still dealing with from a year ago. I want to spill my guts to Brian, but I can't. Maybe that isn't fair of me, but it is so hard to talk about.

"Are you ok?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. Sorry." I grinned a little.

"New subject?" He smiled.

"Definitely." I smiled.

After we finished eating, we headed out of the diner. It was dark outside and a little cooler than earlier. I cursed myself for not grabbing a jacket. I crossed my arms and shivered slightly.

"Here. Wear this." Brian said, slipping his black leather jacket off.

I slipped it on, happy that it was already warm for me. I can smell his cologne and a hint of cigarettes on the jacket. It gave me comfort for some reason.

"Ready for another brush with death?" Brian smiled, getting on his motorcycle.

"Keep laughing, asshole." I grinned, watching him laugh.

I got on the back and held onto him. As we drove, I felt a sudden wave of sadness hit me. I haven't had this much physical contact in about a year. At least not with anyone of the opposite sex.

Being with Brian is easy for me. I don't feel like I'm putting on an act around him. He's easy to talk to, which I have always found to be a challenge with new people. But the part that stuns me most is, he can calm me down in seconds. I don't get it. No one has ever had that affect on me before. It's kind of odd.