You Are Exactly My Brand of Heroin

The first tour I'd ever been on in my entire life was coming to a close faster than I had expected and way faster than I had wanted it to, but I'd had the time of my life. I got to spend so much time with my best friends doing what we loved to do the most, and mine and Brian's relationship had grown tremendously. We were closer than ever, and I was loving every second of it. Everyone had grown closer to each other, and we'd all learned things about each other that we might have never known had we not all been on tour together. Val and the girls had a great time before they left nearly a month ago, and it really showed just how much the guys truly love all of their girlfriends. Matt seemed like a completely different person without Val, Jimmy wasn't nearly as entertaining without Leana, and Johnny was a little crazier without Lacey. It really made me wonder how Brian would act if I weren't around.

Even so, the number one thing on all of our minds was the big show that night. It was the very last show of our United States tour, and we were playing in Los Angeles. I woke that morning around six, knowing that no one would even be up, but I couldn't help myself. I had always loved L.A., and there was nothing like a California morning. I didn't waste any time, though, and dressed quickly in a thin, long-sleeved black shirt with a white cami over it, True Religion dark-washed skinny jeans, and a pair of red heels. I threw my dark brown hair into a ponytail, letting the naturals curls cascade down the back of my neck and added a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and nude lip gloss to my face. On my way out of the Chapter Four bus, I grabbed my white Intuition bag and a pair of Aviators.

I rushed over to the first Avenged Sevenfold bus where the guys stayed and let myself in, typing the four-digit security code in as quickly as possible before the door unlocked. I quietly crept up the stairs, which did absolutely no good seeing as I was in heels, and walked to the back of the bus where the bunks were. I didn't have to search to find Zack's bunk, mainly because his was the only one with the privacy curtain pulled, and when I did, I cautiously swept it away, not sure of what I might find behind it. Though Taylor had her very own bunk on our bus, she "preferred" to stay with Zack. I felt terribly sorry for all the guys having to listen to them all night. Taylor lay on Zack's chest, obviously, completely naked and in a very deep sleep. I shook her a few times, causing Zack to toss and turn a bit and the sheets to slide down his hips a little further, but she never even moved. I cringed and drew my hand back. I definitely did not want to see Zack naked. He was too much like a brother to me. Besides, one penis a day was all that I could handle, and that penis didn't belong to Zack. I set that thought aside and shook Taylor a few more times, breathing a sigh of relief when she moaned and rubbed her eyes.

"Abby? What are you doing here? What time is it?" she asked groggily.

"I'm here because I want you to have some coffee with me, and it's almost seven."

"Seven? Are you fucking crazy? You have a show at six. You could've slept ten more hours, and so could've I."

"Does that mean you'll go with me?"

Taylor sighed and looked up at Zack's sleeping face then back at mine. "Yeah, I'll go. I could use a latte right now, anyway." I smiled and walked to the very end of the bus where Brian's bunk was while Taylor climbed out of Zack's bunk to get ready and found him wide awake, which I wasn't expecting.

"Where do you think you're going looking like that?" he asked with a smile. He laid on his back with the sheets just below his waist and his arms folded behind his head, wearing nothing but his boxers.

I nodded and said, "Taylor and I are going to have some coffee. Do you want to come with us?"

He sat up just as I sat down next to him and shook his head. "No. I don't want to ruin your girls day out."

"Honey, you won't be ruining anything. Zack is going, too," Taylor said from where she stood at the front of the bus slipping a pair of jeans on. Zack smiled from where he sat on the edge of his bunk pulling a black Vengeance University T-shirt over his head.

"Alright then. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some coffee." Brian climbed out of his bunk and began pulling clothes out of a small closet. He walked into the bathroom and emerged moments later with his hair fixed in the usual spikey fashion, his eyes rimmed with eyeliner, wearing a white, V-neck T-shirt, Affliction jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens. He grabbed a pair of large black sunglasses out of a bag sitting in a cabinet next to his closet and spritzed himself with my favorite cologne. I'd never bothered to ask what the name of the cologne was, not that I really cared, but it drove me crazy when he wore it, just as my warm brown sugar and vanilla lotion did to him, which was why I applied it to my skin constantly... well, when he wasn't doing it for me. Brian closed the cabinet and checked his appearance in the mirror that hung on the door. I couldn't help but laugh. He was worse than me and Taylor combined.

"We're ready when you are, Romeo," Taylor said anxiously as she stood next to me.

"I wouldn't compare myself so much to Romeo. I'd say I'm more like Casanova," Brian said as he walked over to where Taylor, Zack, and I were.

"If you're talking about how much Casanova was a modern day man whore, then I agree," Taylor said with a smile. Zack and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes at our ridiculous significant others and left the bus with the two of them walking behind us arguing about how Casanova wasn't a man whore and how both Brian and Casanova were classy gentlemen. Yeah, right.

For the simple fact that we couldn't drive anywhere, we walked all around Los Angeles, which isn't a wise idea unless you know the streets very well. Luckily, there was a Starbucks about a mile away from the arena where we were playing that night. The sun had begun to rise along with the temperature, but it was still chilly, which made me thankful for the warmth of Brian's hand in mine. It was nice to be able to kiss Brian and hold his hand without having to worry about Matt seeing us, but that feeling quickly disappeared as a familiar laugh echoed from down the street. When she came into my view and my suspicions had been confirmed, I, instinctfully, pried my hand from Brian's and made some space between us. He looked down at his hand then up at me with a puzzled expression. My eyes met his then drifted to the woman standing before us. When he saw her, his breath hitched in his throat and his body tensed. He nodded and shoved his hands into his front pockets as we continued walking. The laugh became louder as we approached the Starbucks entrance. I heard Taylor gasp from behind us and Zack cleared his throat. Taylor and Zack followed mine and Brian's nonchalant lead as we walked past Michelle and the young blonde standing next to her, but our disguise failed. Michelle flipped her chocolate brown hair over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Brian out of the corner of her eye.

"Who would've thought that Brian Haner would be getting coffee? I thought you didn't like cofffee," she said as she turned her body to take all of us in. The blonde next to her smiled deviously at Brian, and I clenched my fists. There was no way in Hell that any bitch was going to make a move on my man.

"I didn't, but I do now," Brian answered. I turned my body away from the double doors to face Michelle. When the realization of who I was took hold of her, her eyes grew wide.

"Well, if it isn't Abigail Sanders. I see that Matt found you, just like he said he would. What's it like to be back?" she spat. She glared at me with ferocity in her eyes. She knew, regardless of whether or not Brian and I were touching each other, that there was something between the two of us, and she was asking this question as though I were trespassing on her property.

I took a deep breath, controlling my anger and said, "It's nice. I like being back with everyone." Michelle nodded, looking past me to Zack and Taylor.

"Who is this? I don't think we've met," she said to Taylor.

Taylor plastered the fakest smile I'd ever seen on her flawless face and with an extended hand said, "I'm Taylor Johnson, Abby's best friend."

Michelle took Taylor's hand in hers for a very brief moment then added, "You must be Zack's new girlfriend, as well." Taylor swallowed hard, obviously harboring some anger of her own.

"You could say that," Zack answered for her. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Michelle sighed heavily before the blonde behind her cleared her throat.

"Oh, um, this is my best friend, Jessica. Jessica, this is Brian, Abby, Taylor, and Zack." Jessica flashed a pearly white smile at the four of us and shook all of our hands, but she shook Brian's longer than necessary, taking my attention off of Michelle and reigniting my anger.

"Will you two be at the show tonight?" Brian asked casually. Michelle's smile brightened as if Brian had just asked her out on a date, which was not happening as long as I was around.

"As a matter-of-fact, we will, but we have to go, though, so we'll see you guys after the show," Michelle said before turning on her heel, locking arms with Jessica, and practically skipping down the sidewalk. My body didn't relax until they were out of sight.

"I swear to God, if those bitches look at you like that again, I will rip their fucking eyes out and feed them to the sharks," I said, the anger building up inside me. Brian sighed heavily and stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders.

"Relax, Abbs. Nothing is going to happen. I promise," he said as the four of us walked into Starbucks.

"You better keep that promise, Haner, or I'll rip your eyes out and feed them to the sharks," Taylor said from behind us.

Zack laughed and placed his arm around her waist. "I don't think that'll be necessary, babe."

"He better hope not," she mumbled. We were both, obviously, upset, but I was not about to let Michelle ruin my day.

"Don't worry about it, babe. Let's just have some coffee and get back to the arena," Brian said as he placed his hands on my waist.

"I thought you didn't like coffee," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest and looked back at him.

"I didn't until you came back." I couldn't help but smile and kiss him. Though my expression showed happiness, something inside of me shattered. I wanted to believe Brian, but my conscience - and my heart - was telling me that things were about to take a turn for the worse.

Why am I always right?