Nightmare: (A Hollywood Undead FanFiction #1)

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Warning: Contains mature language and sexual content!

-Jordon-

Today is the day we get to relax before we go home to Los Angeles. I know this is going to be a weird day... I notice that George is starting to acknowledge my existence and actually being nice to me for a change. Normally this man would barely get a nod in the morning and if I'm lucky, and only if I am lucky, he would compliment me.

Okay it's time to make breakfast. I add the ingredients in a bowl, mixing it with a whisk. I would normally add something else to the waffle mix to jazz it up but I am not feeling up to it today. I cook up a dozen waffles in the iron and setting up 6 plates.

"The waffles are done guys." I blankly announce and they all stand grabbing a plate.

"Thanks for making breakfast man." George smiles at me as he walks to the table.

I watch him with my eyes. That's two for two. I am really wondering what went down within the previous night that he's suddenly changing his attitude. I just seen him angry too but he quickly got over it. 

I guess they are planning on going to an amusement park today. I really didn't want to go to a place like that today, in fact I just want to go to a bar with the full intention of getting so drunk that I forget my name. However if they want to go have fun at an amusement park like a few high schoolers then who am I to stop them? 

Maybe while they're on coasters I could sneak off to get a few drinks from a vendor.

"I'm gonna hit every single coaster there twice." Dylan says as he chews his breakfast.

Danny cocks his head to the side.

"Why twice? So if you don't puke the first time you have a second chance?"

"No, but that sounds fun. Once to see if it's fun and then again to give it a final rating if I loved it or not."

"I'll be steering clear from any drop tower looking shit. I remember when I went on a date with Asia, she insisted on going on the drop tower ride, I fucking passed out in my seat." George chimes in.

Jorel shakes his head. While they ate and talked about their incoming fun I poke and pick at my waffle. I'm not very hungry anymore.

"Is everything okay?" Danny asks me.

I look up at him. He is noticing that I shredded my breakfast to oblivion with my fork but had yet to take a single bite. I shrug.

"I'm okay why'd you ask?"

"Well it's not like you to pick at any kind of food, and we've all noticed that you're sleep schedule is awful. We're worried about you. Is something wrong?"

My entire life is wrong if you want to get into details Daniel. I am heartbroken. My girlfriend has cheated on me. I'm having nightmares about the guy who would most likely have a party if I ever kicked the bucket, I can't find my phone, and I am starting to feel that if something else goes wrong I am going to go apeshit.

Yet I refuse to look and sound like a pathetic loser who can't keep anyone happy. I shake my head.

"No worries guys. I'm fine. I think I'm just wiped from the tour." I say resting my head on my arms.

They were quiet for a moment. Danny sighs gently shaking his head.

"Okay if you say so." He answers quietly and continues to eat.

"If you ever need anything man, we're here for you. No matter the day or time." George adds, giving me a small smile.

I just nod as I take a bite of my shredded mess that I have made on my plate still trying to get over the shock that George is still being nice to me.