She Made Me Fall in Love (A Synyster Gates Love Story)

Chapter Two

Once we got to the hotel, we carried our over night bags to the rooms we got, then I headed to the bar, hoping that girl would show up.

"Can I get you a drink?" The bartender asked.

I nodded my head, "A guinness."

She nodded then went to get my drink, shortly bringing it back.

"Waiting one someone?" She asked me, "you keep watching the door."

"Yea. I invited a girl down here from a show my band just played." I told her.

The bartender looked nerves now, "your in a band?"

I smirked and nodded my head, "Yea."

"Syn!" Zacky yelled running into the bar with Johnny.

I looked at the two if them as the approached me.

"What are you doing?" Zacky asked.

I glared, "waiting on those girls? Remeber?"

"Oh shit! I forgot." Zacky laughed.

I laughed as well.

A few hours and a lot of beer later, I started to give up on waiting for them.

"What goes on?" Matt said walking into the bar.

I shrugged my shoulders, "apparently nothing."

Zacky patted my back, "This next round is on me."

Matt hopped on the bar stool on the end and we all started talking. Living in the pasted, but out of no where Matt just stopped in the middle of talking and starred at the empty bar stool next to me.

"What is it?" Zacky asked.

Matt shook his head, "I don't even want to drink anymore. I'm going to bed."

None of us said anything else. We all instantly got depressed and didn't feel like being awake anymore. So we all decided to go to our rooms.

As soon as I got to him, Zacky crawled in the other bed and pasted out.

I untied my boots and sat them in the corner, then changed into a pair of shorts. I made my way out to the balcony and up at the night sky, listening to the busy street.

It was times like this that made me miss him more then ever. Spending nights down at the bar with everyone, made us realize how real it was he was gone. Not hearing his random jokes. His crazy theorys. It sucked. I was pissed at him for leaving. I pissed at myself for being so upset and mad all the time.

"Damn it Jimmy." I cussed at the sky as I went back in room. I picked my phone up off the table and sat at the edge of the bed. I started going threw the last few messages Jimmy sent me before he died. Our stupid little conversations meant everything to me.

I shook the though of him out of my head as I sat my phone back down and laid on my bed, closing my eyes for a mer second. It just took a second to bring that girl back up into my mind. I couldnt stop thinking how beauitful she was. That sweet voice of hers. That amazing smile. I wanted to know her. I wanted her. Period.

I opened my eyes and looked at the time on my phone. It was an hour later, then when I laid down. I couldnt sleep. I didnt think there was much to it, because we had to be on the bus and out of the hotel in the next two or three hours anyways , so I decided on a shower. Maybe I could stop thinking about her.

I picked up my night bag on the desk and pulled out a pair of my washed up, dark ripped jeans. I picked up the shirt that had fallen out with my pants and decided I'd wear it. It was after all, my favorite. My house of syn shirt. I snatched my batman boxers as well, then handed in the shower. I sat put my clothes on the sink, then turned the shower on. I looked my self in the mirror. I felt like a misrable mess. I wanted sleep, but I couldnt. When I was touring, all I could do was think about how bad I missed Jimmy and now this girl I met, middle of the tour, was on my mind. I shook all the thoughts away and stripped down, getting into the shower.

As the hot water hit my body, I felt like I was melting. It felt good. I let the water fall down on my face for a long minute, but I gasped for air as I rested my forhead on the cold, back on the shower as water rolled down my back. There that girl was, in my thoughts. It hadden even been five minutes and she was back. I had no idea way and it was eating me alive. I kept wondering, why did it matter? It wasnt like I was going to ever see her again. Im an artist, in a band, that travels non stop. This shouldnt bother me as much as it does, but it does.

"Syn." Someone said, knocking on the bathroom door.

I slightly jumped and turned the water off, "Yes?"

"Are you almost done? I got to fucking piss."

I let the voice run threw my head, till I figured out it was Zacky.

"Yea, hang on, let me get dressed." I said stepping out and putting my clothes on.

I opened the bathroom door and Zacky ran pasted me, shutting it.

I shook my head and tossed my old clothes next to my bag, then pulled out a pack of cigaretts from the side pocket, then walked out on the balcony. I leaned against the edge and looked down at the buses lined up in the parking lot as I took a cigarett and lit it up.

"Hey, stranger." Someone said next to me.

I turned and looked. It was Johnny, "I didnt know your room was next to mine."

He laughed, "Me and Matt Berry over here."

"Where is old Berry?" I laughed.

He pointed in the room, "Taking a shower."

I nodded my head, "I just got out. Apperently I was in there for like an hour and didnt even know it."

"Really? When did you get up?" Johnny asked.

I sighed, "I didnt sleep."

"Jimmy?" He asked, soundinf consured.

"A little bit." I said putting out my cigarett, "Mostly that damn girl from last night."

"Oh really?" He laughed, "She get to you that bad?"

I nodded my head, "I dont know why. You think we could possibly run into her again?"

Johnny shurgged his shoulders, "I dont know dude, but im going to head down to the bus. I say you should too amd try and sleep on the way into Florida."

"Were in Atlanta arent we?" I asked him.

He nodded his head, yes and went inside.