things i write when im bored

jonathan davis gets his nails painted

It was another day of work, because of course it was. You were preparing for an early close due to the boss' orders. You hear the door open, and that's when you had remembered that you forgot to flip the sign on it to "Closed".

You hear the sound of sneakers stepping against the floor and you look to the source of the noise, prepared to ask whoever it was to leave very kindly.

Your eyes focus on a sight to see.

You see the lead singer of your favorite band ever, tall with dreaded hair. Damn, he looked good!

Jonathan Davis? What the fuck..? That's the lead singer of my favorite band.

"Jonathan Davis..?"

You let out in a surprised and excited voice, your eyes still wide from the shock.

Jonathan raises his hand and he finger-waves to you, smiling in a very "Jonathan Davis" manner. (oh my god what does that mean help im dogshit at writing fanfics)

"Yo! Hey pretty lady, you're opened, right?"

You feel your face turn red when he called you pretty, feeling your cheeks for a moment before responding.

"Well.. I was just preparing to close the place down for the night."

"Oh, dammit."
Jonathan mutters to himself, finding the words to form some kind of sentence.

"Hey, I can squeeze you in tho. I'm sure my boss won't be mad if he knows it's you who's nails I painted."

"That's rad!"

He smiles, giggling a bit as he's speaking.

"Come on, make it quick, siddown."

"Right!"

Jonathan jogs over to you, you can see him getting closer and closer to you in the corner of your eye as you quickly set everything up.

"Aaalright, look up there for me now?"

You snap your fingers and your eyes glance up as you use your index finger to point towards a row of pretty polishes.

Jonathan looks up at the rows of colors, ranging from vibrant and light to dark.

"And, don't take all day, Davis."

"Shut up, I'm thinkin'."

"Watch your mouth." You say to him coldly as you point the erect finger to him, but there was no bad blood.

He looks at your finger and his eyes widen just a bit before going back to his pensive state.

After combatting with his inner demons, he decides to go for two (in your opinion) very strange colors.

"Gimme the yellow and that pink over there, by the other ones."

He points to a greenish-yellow and a neon pink nail polish.

you get on your tippy toes to reach these two colors and once your hands wrap around them you hold the colors up to him in confusion;

"These two?"

"Yeeeeaaahh."

"Wow uh, that wouldn't go well together at ALL... you know this, don't you? Are you sure?"

"Huh? 'course! I think it'd look nice on these nails of mine."

"Whatever you say, but, don't ask me to wipe the polish off after you see your nails."

"I wouldn't. hurry up, I've got somewhere to be in like two hours and I wanna look good, ya know."

"You already do, Davis, you already do."