The GSC

Disclaimer: I own no one...this is pure fiction...never happened.

The G.S.C.

"Syn! Where are my stripey Jack socks?!" Zacky yelled from the top of the stairs at Syn who was sitting on the couch waiting to watch the movie.

"Zack as much as I'd like to be I am not psychic. I have no clue. Did you look in the drawers?"

"Yes thats is the very firstest place I looked! I can't find them anywhere! Come help me!" Zacky yelled exasperatedly.

Syn sighed knowing that he wasn't watching the movie or doing much of anything until Zack found his socks. Slowly he walked upstairs. What he saw upon entering their room made him bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Zacky was in his Jack boxers and his Jack tie. There were clothes strung out EVERYWHERE. Zack at the moment was throwing clothes everywhere mumbling to himself. Not realizing that Syn was in the room Zacky kept throwing clothes every direction.

Suddenly pants found their way onto Syn's head.

"Zack! Calm down! Zacky jumped and spun around. He started laughing when he saw Syn with the pants on his head.

"Good you're here, you have to help me find them!" Zack yelled as he pulled the pants off Syn's head and pulled Syn further into the room. Syn slowly looked for Zacky's beloved stripey Jack socks. He looked everywhere in their room and couldn't find them. A thought crossed his mind, they are probably in the dryer. He went downstairs and opened the dry and sure enough he saw a stripey sock. He walked back up the stairs and into their room.

"You left! You're supposta be helping me!!!" Screeched Zacky. Syn rolled his eyes.

"Did you look in the dryer?" Zacky opened his mouth to say "yes" but realized that he hadn't looked there.

Zacky ran downstairs into the laundry room and flung open the door to the dryer. He started randomly pulling out articles of clothes "No, No, No." and putting them aside.

"Yay!!!!!" He yelled as he found a sock. "Never do that again! I misset-ed you!!!!" He said hugging the sock. He then plopped down and put it on. He got up and started taking out clothes again. Soon the dryer was empty and the other sock was nowhere to be found.

"Syn! I can't find the other one!"

"Did you shake the clothes out to make sure it didn't cling to any of the clothes?" Syn yelled back walking down the stairs and into the laundry room. Zack started shaking all the clothes.

"I still can't find it! The dryer ATE it!!!!" He yelled as he flopped down infront of the washer.

"Zack the dryer did not eat your sock. It's probably inside a shirt or something." Syn said as he sorted through the clothes and checked them. Upon finding no sock he began to "Hmm."

"AH HA! See!!!! I told you! The dryer ATE it!!! Oh My Fucking Gawd! Where are you my poor Allen?!?!?!! He could be lost and scared somewhere!!! Allen I lovet you Allen. I lovet you!!!!! I shall misset you forever!!! Oh my poor Allen!!!! What if the government stole my sock because they want to make clones of me to start their own Zacky V. army!!!" Zack started rambling and flailing his arms around. Syn smiled. His Zacky was an odd one.

"Zack-"

"Or even worse! The could have been trying to get your sock to clone you so they can find out the secret to being an awesome guitar player!" Zack cut off Syn.

Syn grabbed a hold of Zacky's shoulders and made him stand still. "Zacky, why would the government care about some guitar players? I doubt they even know who we are. You my friend are overreacting."

"No, no I'm not! They could kidnap you and then put the clone in your place and use subliminal messages in the guitar riffs somehow to get political powers and votes and to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!" Zacky yelled while waving his arms franticly.

Syn shook his head and sat down beside him. "Would you be able to tell if it wasn't the real me?"

Zack gasped and flopped down dramaticly to sit beside Syn. He looked shocked and hurt. "Of course I would! Even if it was an EXACT replica, I would be able to tell that he isn't my Brian." Zack said while hugging Syn. This made Syn feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He loved how Zacky always made him feel loved and extra special. Zacky gave him a kiss and got up to look for his sock again.

"Allen?!?!???!?! I Lovet you!!! Where are you Allen??!!!"

"Zacky... who the fuck is Allen?"

Zacky stopped and put his hands on his hips. "He is my missing sock! Duh!" Zack said with a hint of annoyance, like Syn should have known who "Allen" was.

Zack was currently looking everywhere. In the couch, under the couch, behind the couch. Under both chairs, in both chairs, behind both chairs and everywhere around all the downstairs furniture.

Syn laughed to himself and shook his head. Something caught his eye. In the dryer, stuck to the top was "Allen". Syn smiled and grabbed the sock.

"Hey Zacky! Guess what I found!"

A few "OMFGuh Allen I misset-ed you!! NEVER do that again!!"s later they were snuggled on the couch together singing the "This Is Halloween" song along with the T.V.


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