Synyster what? [Synyster Gates AKA Brian] / OFC

Okay, so I love reading a7x fan fiction, and I thought I'd try and made my own. (:
This is only what I have so far, and it's not finished obviously. Please just let me know what you honestly think (I'm aware it's not that good ) and if i get good responses I'll continue (:


Title: Synyster what?
Main Characters: Synyster Gates (AKA Brian Haner Jr) & OFC (Laura Nixon)
Disclaimer: I don't know or own any members of A7X or anyone else in the story.
Summary: Avenged Sevenfold goes to a local diner after finishing a concert, while Brian contemplates how his life has been going the past few months. His whole life changes drastically as soon as he meets Laura Nixon, the waitress he first spotted at the diner that night.

The concert was over and the guys and I were heading over to a local diner. I mean, come on, we were in the middle of nowhere; we couldn’t possibly have that many fans out here. The five of us headed over to Debbie’s Diner – what an original name. Of course Johnny’s up in front; the little guy’s always starving after a set. Next goes our rhythm guitarist and kick-ass drummer, also known as my best friends – Zacky Vengeance and the Rev. And then the BAMFs of the group –myself and our lead singer Matthew Sanders, better known as M. Shadows.

We stalked our way over to the hostess of the restaurant, claiming that we needed a table for 5, and taking a few steps back to sit on a bench while waiting for our table.

“When’s our fucking table going to be ready? We’re fucking Avenged Sevenfold – we wait for no one!”

“Johnny, shut up. They’ll hear you! You really don’t want fan girls all over us right now, do you?”

“Matthew, table for 5 - we can seat you now.”

We simultaneously stood up and began to follow the hostess when Johnny not-so-quietly stated, “oh thank god, I thought I was going to die of hunger. Damn southerners, they’re slow as fuck.”

“Um, thanks, I can hear you. Please just follow me to your table.”

I elbowed Johnny in the ribs, and followed the blonde girl. She was actually quite pretty, long blonde hair halfway down her back and big green eyes. I could probably bang her if I really wanted to; I mean I’m Synyster-fucking-Gates. Yeah, Synyster Gates – the guitarist who can play his solos backwards and forwards, blindfolded, with one hand; Synyster Gates – the guy who gets screamed at, the guy who gets thrown panties, bras, you name it – even a few boxers, that was awkward. Synyster Ga- need I continue?

About a minute later we were at our table, of course Matt asked for a half-circled booth – there’s no way you’re fitting us guys at a normal table. Anyway, before I knew it our waitress was walking over to our table. By the look on her face I could tell that she definitely hadn’t expected to see the likes of us at the booth – Zacky with his muscle shirt, black hair sleeked to the side, and dark purple pants; Jimmy, who looked relatively normal, wearing a black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a red and black studded belt; Johnny with his mohawk 6 inches high, red and white jacket, black skinny jeans, and plenty of chains hanging off his pants; Matt with his motorhead shirt, black cargo pants, and backwards baseball cap; and then you have me, black hair spiked up in every which way, tight black v-neck shirt, jeans, and grey sneakers – that’ll give you ladies something to drool over.


*Tell me what you think (:

Like it, it's really funny! I should warn you, tho, this topic seems kinda dead which is why I moved to fanworks.org (I prefer this forum so I'd totally go back here if we get some actionnn)

Yeah I know, that's upsetting. I actually made an account on there too (same username as this one) but I'm having trouble posting my story on there :/
Do you know how to post on that site? haha