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

Break

You peeked into the sound booth room, expecting to see the seven men working on writing the tracks for the show. But instead, you were greeted with nothing but backpacks in the seats. You turned your head to the side, wondering where they could have went.

"Looking for something?" You jumped at the sudden voice and spun around to see Jorel standing there with a smirk on his face.

"Seven somethings, actually." You breathed, trying to calm down your heart that was beating out of your chest from the scare."Hey Jorel."

"We're in conference room B." He notified you. "I just came back to get something." You realized that he wanted you to move away from the doorframe so he could get in, so you side-stepped over a little. He entered the room and walked over to one of the backpacks, zipping it open and rummaging through it for a few moments. He then pulled out a notebook and a water bottle.

"Do you think I can stop by and say hi to the others? Or are you guys too busy?" You asked sheepishly, fiddling with your thumbs.

"We're actually on break right now, so yeah. Sure." He exited the room and shut the door behind him. He begun walking down the hall and you quickly caught up to him. You two walked in silence before you spoke up.

"So, uh, what did you guys do after I left?" You asked. Jorel's glance moved to you before fixating itself to the end of the hall. Unaware to you, as soon as Jordon walked into the room after he walked you, he was quickly questioned from the others about his actions. But, he couldn't tell you about that conversation.

"Uh, nothing much. Just planned for today. Terry told us that we're probably going to wind up on the show somehow. He said your and Jax's character would be going to a club and seeing us play or something like that."

"That's really cool! I can't wait to shoot it. I hope you guys have lines!" You beamed, feeling the excitement consume you the more you thought about it. Jorel only nodded, but couldn't help but smile when he noticed the small spring in your step. He opened the door for you once you both got to the conference room. You thanked him and slipped into the room, slightly taken back from the commotion happening in there. Terry was staring at his phone, the rest of the boys crowded around him and commenting on what ever what was on the screen.

"Hey guys, I'm back and brought a movie star with me." You rolled your eyes at Jorel's comment, but your (e/c) eyes suddenly steadied upon noticing the room was now quiet and you were being stared at.

"Y/n," Terry started. You knew something was wrong. "What did you do last night?"

"Hanged out with a friend? Why-" You quickly stopped yourself when he showed the screen in your direction. On there was an article with a picture showing you getting into Aron's car yesterday when he came to pick you up. Luckily thanks to the angle, the picture only depicted you and Aron wasn't even in the frame. "That seriously happened yesterday and it's already on a magazine website?" You ran a hand through your hair, slumping into one of the seats.

"And listen to the headline," Terry turned the screen back to him to read. "Has Hollywood's Princess Found Her Prince?"

"Oh give me a break," You puffed. "He's just a friend, I swear." You looked around to see the guys' reaction to all this since they were been awfully quiet. Your eyes rested on Jordon for longer than expected, wondering if he felt any different towards all of this since you told him you were single yesterday with no attachments. But surprisingly, he looked the most amused. "Tilly's so going to kill me." You talked lowly of your agent.

"She's the one who sent me the link." Terry informed you. "She said she'll talk to some press and get you an interview. Also, she told me to tell you that if anyone questions it, deny the hell out of it. She'll talk to you later about what to say during the interview." You felt so frustrated at the moment and just wanted to kick something. You hated when Tilly tried to tell you what you say in interviews. Just then, there was a knock and the door opened slightly to reveal one of the writers.

"Ter, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'll be right back guys." He dismissed himself from the room and shut the door behind him. The room was coated with nothing but silence. Well, that was until Dylan broke it.

"Does your agent really tell you what to say during interviews?"

"Just when shit like this pops up." You answered. "I can't wait to see what she has me say this time. She'll probably force me to play the 'It was my cousin picking me up from work' card. Or the 'I was turning down a movie proposal about a talking dog' bull again." You grunted. Somehow, the topic of conversation got changed along the way into something involving Matty and a plastic katana, making you question your new friend. But your phone buzzed against the table before you could ask what even happened to lead up to that. You picked it up and read the message.

From: Aron
My car isn't even that dark of a color, c'mon.

You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

"What's so funny, missy?" George asked you.

"Nothing." You answered quickly before replying.

To: Aron
Yeah, totally. I'm guessing you saw?

"Doesn't really sound like nothing," Danny shrugged.

"I'm talking to the guy I hanged out with and he's complaining about how dark they made his car look." You explained.

"You and this guy close?" Dylan asked suddenly, speaking what the others were thinking as well.

"No. I don't know, I met him a few days ago. Why?" You asked, giving him a look.

"Just want to know who's ass I would be kicking if they messed with you." Dylan shrugged.

"You mean all of us would be kicking. We all got your back, y/n." Jordon corrected.

"Well, thank you." You laughed. "I'll keep that in mind." It was nice to have someone saying that to you, surprisingly. You grew up being forced to hang out with females and just keeping casual friendships with male cast mates and other stats. So, protective guy friends were new to you and you kind of enjoyed it too say the least. You were brought out of your thoughts by a buzzing phone.

From:Aron
Yeah, well looks like I'm a prince now, huh?

You quickly replied before putting down your phone and rejoining the guys conversation.

To: Aron
Shut up, Deucey dork.

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A/n: Hehe, Deucey dork. Thank you guys so much for reading! <3 Remember to vote/drop a comment if you want! Also, if you have any ideas or suggests for the story, I'll look over those also!