JORDAN
The party was pretty lively before we arrived, but now Hollywood Undead was here the party could begin. Music was blaring and drinks flowed, with people talking and dancing in every room. I found myself in the dining room with the rest of the band minus Dylan, who was catching up with y/n in the lounge. Dylan and y/n were childhood friends, them having the same personality which made them fun to be around.
'Your eyes are always on them Jordan,' Danny says, sipping his beer.
I turn to face Danny, '...are they? I hadn't noticed.'
Jorel snorts, 'You're being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for y/n.'
'You look like you want to devour them,' George chuckles, always finding amusement in my misery.
'...shut the fuck up!' I growl.
The three of them burst into fits of laughter. I flip them off and turn my attention back to y/n and Dylan, only to find y/n gone and Dylan walking towards us smirking.
'No one ever invites Funny if this is where the party's at,' Dylan says, pouting but the seriousness doesn't last long.
'Where's y/n?' I ask.
'Taking a call outside, what's up with these idiots?' Dylan asks, tilting his head to take in the scene in front of him.
I shrug my shoulders and walk around him, 'who knows? Be back in a bit.'
I find y/n outside on the porch talking on the phone while smoking a blunt with their other hand. They notice me and smile before offering it to me which I accept. After a couple more minutes y/n hangs up and takes my beer out of my hand and drinks some.
'Hello Jordan, long time no see, I'm back in town for a while this time,' y/n rambles, probably a little high.
I laugh, their energy contagious, 'hello y/n, I see you got some new tattoos, maybe we should go out now you're back.'
I don't realise what I've said until y/n's eyes widen.
'The two of us, like a date?' y/n asks, curiosity in their tone.
I nod, all I needed was alcohol in my system to ask y/n out, 'yes like a date. Would you like that?'
y/n hums, 'I think I would Jordan. Don't tell Dylan because he'll beat your ass.'
I snort, 'I bet I could take him. So how've you been? Work been good?'
We spend the rest of the night catching up, smoking and drinking, the rest of the band joining us at some point. y/n had admitted to liking me but never thought they had a chance which was odd because I always thought they were way out of my league. Now I had a date, and when the band found out Dylan would kill me and the others would roast me.
