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

FaceTime

Let's just say, you enjoyed this album. A lot. The album was very diverse and had lot of different sounds on it that both you and Angie enjoyed. Sure, some of the lyrics were...vulgar but you were able to push past those. You just assumed that was the preferred music these days judging off the fact Aron's music was like that as well. You turned your body and stretched, opening your mouth to talk to your best friend who had collapsed onto the couch earlier that night.

"Angie-" You began but stopped once you notice she was completely passed out. A small chuckle escaped your lips as you picked up your phone and turned off War Child, which happened to be playing for the second time tonight. You also noticed that you received a text from Aron and a miscall from Tilly, but decided to respond them some place you were sure the movement would not wake up Angie. You placed a blanket over Angie and hoped her boyfriend does not mind that she was sleeping over your house. But then again, he suspected this to happen on "Girls Night" as well, due to the fact it has happened multiple times before.

Once you were in the safety of your room, you shut the door and flopped onto the bed. Your thumb glided across the lock screen a few times, your mind debating who you should respond to first. After a few minutes of debating you chose business over personal affairs. Mostly because you knew your agent would give you hell if you waited until a later time to contact her. You skimmed through your contacts until you landed on hers and dialed the number. It rung two times before she picked it up.

"Tilly Landcaster here. Talk to me." She answered quickly.

"Hey Til, it's y/n. You called?" You answered, rolling onto your stomach and propping yourself onto your elbow.

"Y/n! Sweetie! I just wanted to let you know I set up an interview with Television Tidbit Talk Show."

"Hm? For when?" You questioned.

"Wednesday." She answered. "During the interview, you're going to explain that he is just a friend. But right now, you're going to tell me exactly who this boy is."

"Well, uh..." You coughed, kicking your feet back and forth through the air. "his name is Aron and he's a musician. Jax introduced me to him during the season premiere. He's just a friend."

"A musician, you say?" You didn't like the way her voice sounded while saying that.

"Tilly, no. We're not playing off of people's fame."

"Alright, alright." She giggled. "It's not like you need it anyway." You glared at the corner of you room, narrowing your eyes and at the picture frame that held a copy of the photo of you and Tilly at DisneyLand to single your feelings out to her. "Damn it. I'll talk to you later, y/n. My husbands trying to ring through."

"Alright. Tell Chandler I said hello." After short goodbyes, the call ended and you opened up your messages and checked the one Aron sent you.

From: Aron

Really? Deucey dork? I was going to ask you something but fuck it now.

You only laughed at this as you replied.

To: Aron

Aw, c'mon! Don't be like that! Please, go ahead and ask! T^T

While you awaited his answer, you changed into your pajamas and made your way into the laundry room, quickly throwing Aron's sister's clothing into it before rushing back to see his reply.

From: Aron

No.

To: Aron

Alright, fuck you too.

From: Aron

When and where? (;

To: Aron

Ask the damn question before you disappear again.

From: Aron

Wow, alright. Do you want to FaceTime?

You pondered over this question, scrolling through the conversation and glancing at the clock. It was around 8:00 p.m. You still could stay up a little while and not be tired as hell for work tomorrow, right?

To: Aron

Why not? Sure. You start the call.

In the matter of seconds, the call started to ring through and you hit the green 'accept' button. Soon enough, the screen showed Aron sitting on his couch.

"Ipad?" You questioned, recalling seeing it on his desk when you visited.

"Yup." He smiled, leaning back into the couch. Meanwhile, you propped your phone up against your pillow for your own makeshift holder.

"How was work?" He questioned. You shrugged, a large smile on your face.

"It was alright, besides people making up false rumors to ruin my status."

"Ah, yeah. That shit sucks. But again, my car looked fan-fucking-tatsic."

"Oh shut up about your car, will you?" You scoffed.

"I mean, look at it!" He pulled out his phone and shoved the screenshot of the article into the camera. You face palmed at his actions but nodded in mocking agreement.

"Sure it does."