American Tragedy

It ain't easy being Sceney

A/N: Yes, yes, you read right. This is going to be a Johnny/Charlie fanfiction or Jordon/George, whichever way you see it, doesn't matter. The other guys from Hollywood Undead will be in it too, duh. Haha, it's kinda weird but after seeing their interview together, Type it in on Youtube: Charlie Scene and Johnny 3 Tears interview and it should come up. They were cuddling and kissing (on cheek). And there's also an interview Q/A type thing on their official Youtube Channel where Johnny kisses Charlie's shoulder. I just thought they were kinda cute, and I KNOW they're most likely not gay. At all. This is just made up. I hope you enjoy the first chapter enough to review!

"Charlie?" Johnny called, taking a seat on his bunk with his laptop, eyeing the screen.

"Yeah?" Charlie asked, walking into the back part of the tour bus, looking at his friend with a questionable look. "What do ya want?"

Johnny sighed, glancing up from the laptop screen and at his friends face, "You know the interview we did? With that woman a while back?"

Charlie laughed, shaking his head, "Dude, we've done a lot of interviews with women over the years, here.. let me look," he sat down next to Johnny and focused on the screen. "Oh yeah. I remember that."

"Right.. look at the comments, man," Johnny said, scrolling down to the comment section.

Charlie read one out loud, "These are my new OTP, they are so cute"

There was silence for a moment between the two of them, before Charlie broke it, "Okay, what the hell does that mean?"

Again. There was silence. This time on Johnny's part. Charlie glanced at him with a warning look before Johnny finally spoke up. "I looked it up, and apparently it means one true pairing or some shit like that. Basically, people like us together."

"Like, together together?" Charlie asked, feeling a bit sick.

"Together together." Johnny confirmed, trying not to be embarrassed.

"Oh."

"Yeah.."

"Well, uh, that's nice and all. Want a drink?" Charlie asked, trying to change the subject, getting up and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets.

Johnny raised his eyebrows, closing the laptop lid and pushing it to the side, wanting to get up too but deciding to stay in his position on the bed. "That's it? That's all you got to say? 'want a drink?'"

"Was there something else?"

A sigh. "Just, Charlie, haven't you ever thought about how people perceive us?"

A head shake. "No, not really. You know me. I don't give a fuck."

Another sigh. "I know, man. And that's great but.. people are thinking the wrong things."

"So?"

"Charl, we're not gay. Why would we want people thinking that?"

Charlie was silent for a moment, before raising an eyebrow, bringing his hands out of his pockets to fold them in-front of his chest, "Do you have a problem with gay people?" He asked, knowing the answer already.

"What? No! You know I don't.."

"Really now?"

Johnny glanced away for a moment, before slowly bringing his focus back on his friend, "I don't."

Charlie laughed, "Whatever you say, man," he was about to turn around and leave the tour bus to go to buy a few drinks when his friends voice stopped him, "You know me."

"Yeah," Charlie said, turning to look at Johnny over his shoulder, "Yeah, unfortunately I do," and with that he left the tour bus and didn't look back once.