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

Ride

As you were being dragged outside by the group of men, you began to check your phone. Of course, Aron had not texted you back like you had hoped. I guess he's busy... you thought, a small frown slipping onto your face. But, even though you did not receive a text from him, you did get one from your agent, Tilly.

From: Tilly Andrews

I'm going to call you in a little bit. You've made a small mess. But mommy Tilly can clean it up, real quick!

You inwardly groaned, she could be such a...character sometimes. You wanted to reply, but the group in front of you suddenly stopped, almost making your face go flying into Dylan's back.

"A warning would be nice next time, no?" You pouted up at them.

"Where's your car? We can walk you." Matty completely ignored your complaint. You nervously laughed, rubbing the back of you neck.

"Yeah, about that, I don't have one at the moment. My friend dropped me off this morning. I was just going to call a limo or something to drop me off at home."

"We can take you!" Jordon beamed suddenly. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down at your hands.

"I-I don't know guys. I mean, that would be wonderful but I'm not really sure if it's the smartest since of what happened today. I don't want anymore rumors to go around, you know?"

"I have an idea." Jorel suddenly said, taking off his sunglasses. "Danny, give me your hoodie."

"Why would I-"

"Dude, just do it." Jorel rolled his eyes. Danny's nose flared before taking off his hoodie and handing it to his friend. Jorel then handed the two objects to you. "Wear these and keep the hood up, they shouldn't be able to figure out it's you." You blinked a few times before slipping into the hoodie and placing the glasses onto your face.

"Smart motherfucker." You smirked. To be honest, this was nothing to rant about. You actually enjoyed how Danny's hoodie clung loosely to your frame, a size or two bigger than you. The glasses provided a purple tint to the world in front of you, eliminating the gleam coming down from the Californian sun.

"Ready now?" George asked, swinging the keys to the car around his finger. You nodded and followed the group off of the curb and into a parking lot, approaching their car in a matter of minutes.

Now, you were no car expert, but thanks to a movie you were casted in somewhere mid-July last year, you could tell the car was a 2012 Honda Pilot. George got into the front seat and Jordon in the passenger seat. Danny, Matty, and Jorel were in the middle, leaving you and Dylan in the very back. Needless to say, you enjoyed being in the back with the Mexican, who was basically doing everything in his power to make you laugh. After a few rounds of trail and error, he decided to go with the direct route and just tickle you to your laughing doom.

"Dylan, stop!~" You giggled, almost kicking Matty's seat in front of you.

"Nope." He responded, popping the p. He then leaned over closer to you and lowered his voice so only you could hear. "Besides, your laugh is too cute to stop." A blush dusted over your cheeks and your eyes went wide. You attempted to say thank you, but a small squeak came out instead. George, who just assumed it was from the tickling, spoke up from the front seat.

"No dude, really, stop. She needs to give us the directions so we don't get lost." Dylan pouted at this, yet stopped tickling you. Yet, you still laughed from the side effects for a good two minutes. You looked out the closest window to the scenery and recognized where you currently were. You began to feed directions to the driver.

xXx

After a semi-hectic ride, you finally pulled up in front of the building.

"I'm going to have to give your stuff back tomorrow so I can get in safely. Is that alright?" You asked, grabbing your phone and climbing over the front seat once Jorel had got out. It then dawned on you that you were basically wearing none of your own clothing, due to the fact you borrow Aron's sister's stuff at his house. You made a mental note to give the sweatpants and tee-shirt back to him at some point, as well as get your clothing from him.

"Yeah, sure." You stepped out of the car and gave the group a smile, watching as Jorel went back into his seat.

"Thank you so much for the ride home. I hope you guys enjoy your dinner. See you tomorrow!" You waved before going inside, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Luckily, you made it up to your penthouse without gaining any unwanted camera flashes nor autograph signings. You opened the door and placed your phone onto the counter, stopping when you noticed Angie standing over the kitchen sink, finishing up the dishes. You put down the hood and took off the glasses, placing them down next to you phone.

"Hey," You smiled, hoisting yourself up to sit on the island. "How was your day?"

"Good, a lot better since you're here. How was your sleep over?" She questioned, placing the last plate on the drying rack.

"Pretty good." You kicked your feet back and forth. "Ready to have our girls night?"

"You bet!" She shrieked, happiness taking over her features. You grabbed her hand and brought her into the lounge area, grabbing your phone on the way. "Want me to get the nail polish?" She asked, already heading towards the hallway. You nodded and went into your phone, an idea sparking in your mind.

"Hey, Angie, do you mind if we listen to one of my friend's songs? I haven't gotten a chance to listen to them yet."

"Go ahead!" She called back. You went up onto YouTube and typed in Hollywood Undead. The first thing that popped up was their newest album, Day Of The Dead. Remembering the boys actually telling you to listen to this, you clicked the link and placed down your phone, the music flooding the room.