Roshambo.
Title:Roshambo.
Author:benjaholic----->jess.
Rating:PG
Summary:Zacky didn't believe in a lot of things, but he believed in Brian Haner.
A/N:I was listening to "Roshambo" and playing The Subways on my guitar. What better to do than wish my mom would let me go to Ozzfest? I want to see Syn and Zacky extremely bad.
Dedications:Actually, I know almost none of my friends read these fanfictions I write, but I want to dedicate this one to Nikkie and Natalie. I love you girlies.
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Zack Baker didn't believe in myths. He didn't believe in fairy tales or happy endings. And he absolutely didn't believe in true love or valentines. Zacky didn't believe in a lot of things, but he believed in Brian Haner.
Brian Haner was the worst type of boy with only the best intentions. It was a win/lose situation. To Zacky though, it didn't matter. To him Brian was perfect in every way. From the way he'd carelessly swing his guitar around onstage to the way he'd be so caring to the fans. He was almost like every teenage girl's wet dream. Well, Syn and Zacky were every teenage girl's wet dream. Hell, Syn was Zacky's wet dream.
Zacky had admit it to himself a week ago. He was in love with his best friend and he didn't worry about it. Scratch that, he shouldn't of worried about it, but he did. He'd be afraid the band would find out and be disgusted [even though everybody on Ozzfest knew Jimmy was nailing Johnny] or even worse, that Brian would find out and that would ruin the band. Zacky didn't know exactly what would happen, but he didn't want to find out.
Everybody would talk, in hushed tones around the bars in Orange Country that Brian Haner was the most uncaring person and biggest muscled man they'd ever known. Only about a third of that was true. Brian was a big muscled man, but those people who'd said that stuff, they sure as hell didn't know Brian. He was just a name to toss around, a lie. As for uncaring, not at all. Brian was always there for Zacky, Shads, Johnny, or Jimmy. Whether it was girl problems, riffs, or even insomnia taking over, Brian most certainly did care and most certainly did help.
It was one of those nights for Zacky. One of those insomnia nights. This time Brian wasn't there, Brian was at some bar most likely find a girl to whore his body with. That thought disgusted Zacky. Brian's body was perfect, flawless. He shouldn't be "whoring" it with anybody. It was too pure [despite the ink] and shouldn't be disturbed with some cheap slut. Oh no, no.
As if on cue, the door to the bus could be heard as it swung open, a sober untouched Brian Haner walking onto the tour bus. As he staggered blindly through the dark he called out,
"Zacky? Shads? Anybody?"
Zacky lifted his head off the pillow his face was currently planted in.
"Mmph," he whined, "in here Bri." Zacky flopped his face back into the pillow as he heard Brian's footsteps yet again approaching. The curtain was eventually pulled back to reveal Brian Haner and Zacky smiled slightly into the pillow.
"Why aren't you asleep yet Zack? You said you were tired," Brian said crawling into Zack's small bunk. Zacky shrugged.
"I am, insomnia is having it's way with me again," he replied. Brian nodded, still for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Zacky's thinner frame, hugging him to close to Brian, held in his strong tattooed arms. Zacky couldn't help but visibly relax in Brian's arms. He always felt so warm, so safe, so...Brian. Zacky snuggled into Brian, hugging onto his bigger, more muscular frame.
"Better?" Brian asked. Zacky nodded, eyes finally closing. Brian smiled.
"Love you Zack," he whispered. Zacky tiredly cracked his eyes open. He kissed Brian's neck affectionately before closing his eyes and returning the endearment.
"Love you, too, Bri."
Zack Baker didn't believe in the solar eclipse. He didn't believe in quiet deaths or the truth. And he absolutely didn't believe in the end of time or promises. Zacky didn't believe in a lot of things, but he believed in Brian Haner.
Author:benjaholic----->jess.
Rating:PG
Summary:Zacky didn't believe in a lot of things, but he believed in Brian Haner.
A/N:I was listening to "Roshambo" and playing The Subways on my guitar. What better to do than wish my mom would let me go to Ozzfest? I want to see Syn and Zacky extremely bad.
Dedications:Actually, I know almost none of my friends read these fanfictions I write, but I want to dedicate this one to Nikkie and Natalie. I love you girlies.
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Zack Baker didn't believe in myths. He didn't believe in fairy tales or happy endings. And he absolutely didn't believe in true love or valentines. Zacky didn't believe in a lot of things, but he believed in Brian Haner.
Brian Haner was the worst type of boy with only the best intentions. It was a win/lose situation. To Zacky though, it didn't matter. To him Brian was perfect in every way. From the way he'd carelessly swing his guitar around onstage to the way he'd be so caring to the fans. He was almost like every teenage girl's wet dream. Well, Syn and Zacky were every teenage girl's wet dream. Hell, Syn was Zacky's wet dream.
Zacky had admit it to himself a week ago. He was in love with his best friend and he didn't worry about it. Scratch that, he shouldn't of worried about it, but he did. He'd be afraid the band would find out and be disgusted [even though everybody on Ozzfest knew Jimmy was nailing Johnny] or even worse, that Brian would find out and that would ruin the band. Zacky didn't know exactly what would happen, but he didn't want to find out.
Everybody would talk, in hushed tones around the bars in Orange Country that Brian Haner was the most uncaring person and biggest muscled man they'd ever known. Only about a third of that was true. Brian was a big muscled man, but those people who'd said that stuff, they sure as hell didn't know Brian. He was just a name to toss around, a lie. As for uncaring, not at all. Brian was always there for Zacky, Shads, Johnny, or Jimmy. Whether it was girl problems, riffs, or even insomnia taking over, Brian most certainly did care and most certainly did help.
It was one of those nights for Zacky. One of those insomnia nights. This time Brian wasn't there, Brian was at some bar most likely find a girl to whore his body with. That thought disgusted Zacky. Brian's body was perfect, flawless. He shouldn't be "whoring" it with anybody. It was too pure [despite the ink] and shouldn't be disturbed with some cheap slut. Oh no, no.
As if on cue, the door to the bus could be heard as it swung open, a sober untouched Brian Haner walking onto the tour bus. As he staggered blindly through the dark he called out,
"Zacky? Shads? Anybody?"
Zacky lifted his head off the pillow his face was currently planted in.
"Mmph," he whined, "in here Bri." Zacky flopped his face back into the pillow as he heard Brian's footsteps yet again approaching. The curtain was eventually pulled back to reveal Brian Haner and Zacky smiled slightly into the pillow.
"Why aren't you asleep yet Zack? You said you were tired," Brian said crawling into Zack's small bunk. Zacky shrugged.
"I am, insomnia is having it's way with me again," he replied. Brian nodded, still for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Zacky's thinner frame, hugging him to close to Brian, held in his strong tattooed arms. Zacky couldn't help but visibly relax in Brian's arms. He always felt so warm, so safe, so...Brian. Zacky snuggled into Brian, hugging onto his bigger, more muscular frame.
"Better?" Brian asked. Zacky nodded, eyes finally closing. Brian smiled.
"Love you Zack," he whispered. Zacky tiredly cracked his eyes open. He kissed Brian's neck affectionately before closing his eyes and returning the endearment.
"Love you, too, Bri."
Zack Baker didn't believe in the solar eclipse. He didn't believe in quiet deaths or the truth. And he absolutely didn't believe in the end of time or promises. Zacky didn't believe in a lot of things, but he believed in Brian Haner.