Put On a Show {Hollywood Undead x reader x Deuce} OLD

Spill It

"Hey," You greeted once you got into Aron's car. "How was your day?"

"Boring as fuck." He answered, putting the car into reverse and begun to back out of the parking space. "Yours?"

"It was actually really good." You smiled happily, thinking about how you spent mostly all day with the guys.

"But, it's like, a hundred times better now that I'm here. Right?" You didn't answer for a second, you were too busy trying to figure out if he was flirting or just teasing you in a friendly way. What ever it was, he did it a lot the other night when you were at the bar.

"Maybe." You shrugged. "More like...fifty percent." Aron seemed amused with your response and smirked a little as he pulled out of the parking lot. Conversation seemed to die down a little, so you decided to revive it. "So why was your day," You attempted to imitate his voice but failed epically. "boring as all fuck?"

"Well, remember my asshole friends I told you about?"

"The ones that like to show up at your house at random times?" You tried to hide a laugh.

"Well, I hanged out with them all day. Nothing really happened. Well besides the part when Yuma got so drunk he started hitting on Jeffree. That was funny as shit. Why was your day," he made his voice a bit higher to match yours, earning him a death glare from you. "really good?"

"Well, for your information, today the band that is doing the soundtrack for this season stopped by. They're amazing guys. I spent the whole day with them." You couldn't help but beam, smiling widely. Aron was about to make a sarcastic comment but he deicded not to since you did seem to be really excited about this.

xXx

One car ride and serveal games of Fuck/Kill/Marry games later, you two arrived at Aron's apartment complex.

"Wait, wait, wait. So, you're telling me you'd rather marry Jax then kill him?" Aron asked you.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because I picked him with those two other people because I thought you would kill him!"

"Are you implying you want me to kill Jax?" You clutched your side while getting out of the car, you've been laughing so hard that it now hurt.

"I mean, when you put it that way..."

"Aron!"

"I mean. Nope, 'course not." You couldn't help but slightly push Aron while climbing up the stairs to his apartment.

"My side hurts from laughing, asshole."

"Not my fault." He shrugged.

"It totally is."

"Nope." He turned into the left hallway and stopped at his apartment door. You soon came up next to him, which he then opened the door and you both walked through the entrance to the foyer.

"Nice," you smiled while looking around. "Very roomy. I like it."

"Thanks. Do you want a drink or anything?" He offered.

"Water would be fine, thank you."

"Alright, you can wait in the studio while I get that. It's the first door on the right."

"Mkay." You answered and headed down the short hallway as Aron went into the kitchen. You followed his directions and opened up thefirst door on the right, walking into the studio. You were honestly surprised at the set up and sat down in one of the rolling chairs, gazing at all of the equipment.

"Pretty fucking impressive, right?" Aron asked, walking into the room with your cup of water and a Monster energy drink for himself. You had to admit, compared to most of the studios you've seen, this was no doubt one of the best personal ones by far.

"Yeah, it is." You nodded, taking the water that was extended out to you. "Thank you."

"You ready to listen to some of my music?" Aron asked, walking over to his computer and opening a sound file.

"Fuck yeah!" Aron laughed at your response and pressed play, allowing the first song on this album, Nine Lives, to fill the room. He sat down in a rolling chair and rolled over next to you.

Well, the lyrics to the song were a bit...vulgar, but that didn't sway your opinion on it at all. You smiled, nodding your head along to the beat. You turned your head slightly to make a comment to Aron, but no words came out as you just smiled. His eyes were closed and he was leaned back in the chair, mumbling the lyrics to himself, only taking pauses once in a while to take a sip of his drink.

The sudden change of voice made you zone out and listen to lyrics once again. After hearing the verse, you figured out that the person singing was Jeffree Star, someone Aron had mentioned before.

When you zoned back in, you couldn't help but be shocked that you had been absentmindedly had been staring at Aron for the last...well, who knows how long. But, the thing you couldn't believe was he happened to be staring back.

Now, in this moment you weren't really sure what happened, the memory was still blurry for you, but somehow the two of you had gotten closer and were inches apart. You leaned in, about to meet him in the middle, when all the sudden you felt coldness cover your lap. You stood up quickly, ice and a cup falling onto the floor and water dripping down your jeans. Somehow, one of you had knocked your cup over before you could kiss.

"Shit!" Aron bolted up. "I'm so fucking sorry! Uh, I'll go get paper towels!" He dashed out of the room. He was only gone for a few seconds, running back in with a roll of paper towels. He was about to help you dry your pants off, but simply handed you the roll after taking some and cleaned the floor. "Sorry." He repeated again.

"It's fine, I'm sure I'm the one who knocked it over, anyway." You offered a light smile and dabbed your pants. "Don't worry about it." You noticed the song changed at one point at was playing one called Help Me, or at lasted that's what you inferred by the chorus.

After some awkward silence from the two of you, you both finally finished cleaning up the mess. "So, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Sick of hearing your own music already?" You teased, watching as he threw out the soaked paper towels you both used and walked over to the computer, turning off the music.

"Me? Never. I'm fucking awesome." You let out a 'uh-huh' noise and rolled your eyes. "Hey, my goal for the night was already accomplished. Not even a hour in and I've already made you wet." He walked out of the room, leaving you. It took you way longer then it should have to process that joke.

"Aron!" You snapped, a light pink dusting your cheeks.

"C'mon, y/n! I'll let you pick the movie!~"

"Asshole," You mumbled while walking out to the living room to meet him.

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A/N: This was written on my phone. If they're any mistakes, I'll fix them tomorrow when I have access to my laptop. I hope you enjoyed reading!