Decode [2/3]
Title: Decode
Author: shiek_2
Pairing: Syn/Zack
Summary: "You look so challenging, daring almost, but I can see right through you. I know exactly what's going on behind those whisley pools. I know how nervous and unsettled you really are behind that damn smirk."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons or lyrics mentioned herein. I do not make any monetary gain, claim any of these events to have happened, or mean any disrespect.
Dedication: For hoppus_delonge hope you like it! :)
Author's Note: Title and lyrics mentioned inside are from Paramore's "Decode." Hope you all enjoy! :)
1. How Did We Get Here?
"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."
My longtime friend’s gruff voice rasps out of the television. I almost turn it off, flip the channel, but then you flash across the screen. For the sake of reminiscence, I set the television’s remote on the maple side table next to me and settle in for the misery I’m so willing to subject myself to, if only to get the chance to gaze upon your beautiful face.
Your mahogany strands wisp in the wind for your short solo, I drink in the image of you standing against the world so confidently. You look so challenging, daring almost, but I can see right through you. I know exactly what’s going on behind those whiskey pools. I know how nervous and unsettled you really are behind that damn smirk. After all, you’d given me the window to your soul. I cherished that fact, but I can’t help but also think I’d abused it slightly. You’d tried to show me your deepest fears, you never were good with handling your emotions, in the only way you could.
What had I done?
Ran away to Matt with my tail between my legs.
Why?
Because I couldn’t handle that you had a weakness. You were supposed to be my rock, my purchase, the one person I could always fall back on. To me, you were invincible, a man of steel almost. I’d trusted I could always find solace and security in your strong arms.
Now that I see you, every inch of you, I’m not so sure anymore. Everything’s been clouded, twisted, and misconstrued in my mind to the point where I’m not sure what’s truth and fiction anymore. I’m not sure what’s really you and what’s just what I want to see. Because if I’d been wrong about you being unbreakable, what else could I have been wrong about? Do you really love me? Or is that something my blinded eyes simply fabricated for me?
The camera pans to our duet, our shoulders brushing up against each other in the most delicious way possible. Your skin, your tan skin, I remember what it feels like sliding underneath my fingers. How soft, smooth, and flawless it feels whenever I trace the intricate ink dancing about your toned arms. And your lips, God those wonderful lips. I remember how amazing your thin pink lips feel against my own, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, transferring every ounce of your passion and mingling with my own.
The sound of Matt stumbling into the living room breaks me out of my thoughts. Shaking his head in slight disappointment, he takes a seat next to me on his uncomfortable couch. “Long night Zack?” He asks, eyes fixated on the screen that is currently flashing with the life only you can give it.
I simply nod in return. I probably look like shit, eyes puffy from lack of sleep, hair greasy and unkempt, and eyeliner still staining my cheeks from the night I’d left.
“….I went to see him,” Matt says, still staring at the television screen which is now playing some commercial for a cheap knock off brand of shampoo.
I can’t deny the fact my heart leaped into my throat.
“Really? How is he?” I ask, trying to be nonchalant about it. I avoid looking him in the eye; I know it’ll give away the whirlwind of emotions currently swirling inside of me.
“Don’t know, he wouldn’t let me in the house. He yelled at me through the door though.” He informs me with equal indifference.
“What’d he say?”
“He told me to say that he was sorry and that he loves you. Then he told me to fuck off.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. It sounds just like you; concerned about me one minute and pissing our vocalist off the next. “What do you think of all this?” I ask, turning to face him.
“I think you’re both idiots,” He says with a somber look, hazel gaze sweeping away from the television to meet with mine.
“You both love each other, but apparently that knowledge has turned you both into pussies. He’s afraid of losing you, you’re scared of being hurt. Both of you panicked and took the easy way out, which was to push each other away. What I wanna know is, where did those two assholes, Gates and Vengeance, I used to know so well go?” Matt questions, eyes searching for something in my face.
Apparently finding it, he sits back with a satisfied grin. “But what do I know?” He says, getting up and leaving me with my thoughts.
He’s right, of course. Synyster Gates wouldn’t give a fuck what other people thought about him, he’d simply show them what he thought of them with a middle finger and cocky smirk. And Zacky Vengeance wouldn’t be scared of being hurt, if someone fucked with him he’d simply get revenge with interest. Apart, they were a force to be reckoned with, but together, together they were unstoppable.
If they, the people, the images, we created can be that way, there’s no reason you and I can’t.
The question is, do you really love me?
I’m screaming I love you so. But my thoughts you can’t Decode.
Author: shiek_2
Pairing: Syn/Zack
Summary: "You look so challenging, daring almost, but I can see right through you. I know exactly what's going on behind those whisley pools. I know how nervous and unsettled you really are behind that damn smirk."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons or lyrics mentioned herein. I do not make any monetary gain, claim any of these events to have happened, or mean any disrespect.
Dedication: For hoppus_delonge hope you like it! :)
Author's Note: Title and lyrics mentioned inside are from Paramore's "Decode." Hope you all enjoy! :)
1. How Did We Get Here?
"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."
My longtime friend’s gruff voice rasps out of the television. I almost turn it off, flip the channel, but then you flash across the screen. For the sake of reminiscence, I set the television’s remote on the maple side table next to me and settle in for the misery I’m so willing to subject myself to, if only to get the chance to gaze upon your beautiful face.
Your mahogany strands wisp in the wind for your short solo, I drink in the image of you standing against the world so confidently. You look so challenging, daring almost, but I can see right through you. I know exactly what’s going on behind those whiskey pools. I know how nervous and unsettled you really are behind that damn smirk. After all, you’d given me the window to your soul. I cherished that fact, but I can’t help but also think I’d abused it slightly. You’d tried to show me your deepest fears, you never were good with handling your emotions, in the only way you could.
What had I done?
Ran away to Matt with my tail between my legs.
Why?
Because I couldn’t handle that you had a weakness. You were supposed to be my rock, my purchase, the one person I could always fall back on. To me, you were invincible, a man of steel almost. I’d trusted I could always find solace and security in your strong arms.
Now that I see you, every inch of you, I’m not so sure anymore. Everything’s been clouded, twisted, and misconstrued in my mind to the point where I’m not sure what’s truth and fiction anymore. I’m not sure what’s really you and what’s just what I want to see. Because if I’d been wrong about you being unbreakable, what else could I have been wrong about? Do you really love me? Or is that something my blinded eyes simply fabricated for me?
The camera pans to our duet, our shoulders brushing up against each other in the most delicious way possible. Your skin, your tan skin, I remember what it feels like sliding underneath my fingers. How soft, smooth, and flawless it feels whenever I trace the intricate ink dancing about your toned arms. And your lips, God those wonderful lips. I remember how amazing your thin pink lips feel against my own, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, transferring every ounce of your passion and mingling with my own.
The sound of Matt stumbling into the living room breaks me out of my thoughts. Shaking his head in slight disappointment, he takes a seat next to me on his uncomfortable couch. “Long night Zack?” He asks, eyes fixated on the screen that is currently flashing with the life only you can give it.
I simply nod in return. I probably look like shit, eyes puffy from lack of sleep, hair greasy and unkempt, and eyeliner still staining my cheeks from the night I’d left.
“….I went to see him,” Matt says, still staring at the television screen which is now playing some commercial for a cheap knock off brand of shampoo.
I can’t deny the fact my heart leaped into my throat.
“Really? How is he?” I ask, trying to be nonchalant about it. I avoid looking him in the eye; I know it’ll give away the whirlwind of emotions currently swirling inside of me.
“Don’t know, he wouldn’t let me in the house. He yelled at me through the door though.” He informs me with equal indifference.
“What’d he say?”
“He told me to say that he was sorry and that he loves you. Then he told me to fuck off.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. It sounds just like you; concerned about me one minute and pissing our vocalist off the next. “What do you think of all this?” I ask, turning to face him.
“I think you’re both idiots,” He says with a somber look, hazel gaze sweeping away from the television to meet with mine.
“You both love each other, but apparently that knowledge has turned you both into pussies. He’s afraid of losing you, you’re scared of being hurt. Both of you panicked and took the easy way out, which was to push each other away. What I wanna know is, where did those two assholes, Gates and Vengeance, I used to know so well go?” Matt questions, eyes searching for something in my face.
Apparently finding it, he sits back with a satisfied grin. “But what do I know?” He says, getting up and leaving me with my thoughts.
He’s right, of course. Synyster Gates wouldn’t give a fuck what other people thought about him, he’d simply show them what he thought of them with a middle finger and cocky smirk. And Zacky Vengeance wouldn’t be scared of being hurt, if someone fucked with him he’d simply get revenge with interest. Apart, they were a force to be reckoned with, but together, together they were unstoppable.
If they, the people, the images, we created can be that way, there’s no reason you and I can’t.
The question is, do you really love me?
I’m screaming I love you so. But my thoughts you can’t Decode.