Ok ok. I'm fifteen minutes away from this guy, all you have to do is drop it off and.. home free.
Thinking over the brief plan as you were walking through the park with your (f/c) jacket and your shades on.
Nothing is out of order, the only thing that made you look suspicious is your backpack, which had weed in it. With your head down low, and you tried to make yourself look like one of those boxers in the movies.
Your (e/c) peeked over your shades, being careful, and watching out for the police. Never in your life, you felt this nervous, you always been good, never did anything wrong.
Now, you're delivering weed to someone you don't know. How? You were just walking and when all of a sudden, someone shoved you in a van and told you to deliver this weed.
Ok.. now, we're almost there.. just a little bit longer.
You decided to take a short cut through the busiest parks in the city, as much you didn't want to go through this way. This way is faster than the way you were going to go. You looked to the right seeing some children playing in the playground and on the left a couple laying on the grass.
Who smokes this much weed? You could stay high for weeks with this amount.
Groaning as you readjusted your backpack because the weight made your shoulders sore, but you got your (h/c) hair got caught in the process.
Finally, you reached the other side of the park and you're.. five minutes away!
You searched for the house on the correct address which was the house that didn't belong. The windows were broken, plastic cups scattered across the front lawn, and a kiddy pool with a sex doll in it. You stood on the sidewalk as confusion and cautious about the house appearance, but simply shrugging your shoulders. Walking up to the front door and knocked. A guy opened the door who smelled like a Saturday morning disaster, his breath wrench with lots of booze and weed, his skin tone looks drained and bags underneath his eyes. Inwardly, you sighed in disbelief at the current situation you're in as if it sounds unbelievably stupid.
"This bag is for you or something." Mumbling softly in annoyance, then started to take off the backpack and ready to hand it to him, but he raised his eyebrow. You took your hood and shades off and looked at him. "Look, I was forced here to give you this."
"Hold on to it and come inside." He said and walking away for you to follow him.
Inside was trashed, couple guys passed out on the floor and couch, the 40s everywhere and red plastic cups. You saw a horse statue glued to the ceiling and holes punched in the walls.
One hell of a party they threw. You thought as you walked past a stripper who had on a goat head was wearing overalls.
In one of the rooms in the back, there was a small table and couches around the walls. Placing the backpack on the table and the guy started to unpack it.
"So, what's your name?" Curiosity getting the best of you, you thought he wouldn't answer, thinking he would ignore you and telling you to leave.
"Jordan, how 'bout you?" A deadpan answer came out from his pale lips, you knitted your eyebrows together as Jordan was still fumbling around with the bag.
"(Y/n)"
"Alright, it all here. A whole 4 pounds of pure grown weed." What?! "Do you want to smoke with me?" Asking out of the blue, raising his eyebrow towards you, and giving half-smile.
"Sure." Dragging out the word on uncertainties, since its free weed you're getting.
-:several puffs later:-
"So, you play in a band?" Looking up at Jordan for an answer, the room was filled with smoke and empty bags of snacks were scattered across the floor.
"Yeah, Hollywood Undead, we just made a new album." He said blowing the smoke in your face since you were resting your head on his leg. You had to sit since he gave you a coughing fit.
"Dick." You said, as a revenge, you crawled on top of him and began playing with his hair and pulled his cheeks. "So cute! You have the chubbiest cheeks I've ever seen!" All of sudden he pushed you off him and started to laugh, landing on your butt.
"Try again princess." Taking another puff from his blunt. Some determination motivated you to crawl back on him, but his hand stopped you from doing so.
"Yo, Jordan! We got to- damn it Jordan! How many times do I have to tell you to put a sock on the doorknob if you're banging, damn." Freezing from your position at the sound of another man's voice, looking over your shoulder seeing that he had a 3 tattooed on his throat. Quickly turning away from the other male to hide your embarrassment, closing your eyes and reopened them, then blushed when you realized where you're at.
"Shut up George! You can join us if you like!" Smile jokingly as Jordan placed his blunt between his lips. You felt a little embarrassed about how close your face was to his gentleman sword. "I think you should be going now. I'll hit you up to smoke, yeah?" His voice rumbled low, Jordan reached for your phone, that was laying unprotected on the couch cushion, trying to unlock it.
"Yeah." Nodding while you sat back down and taking back your and unlocking it for Jordan. He put in his number and gave your phone back, suddenly picked you, carrying you bridal style, surprising you at how strong he is for his height, and walked to the front door and threw you out, you stumbled at the sudden impact on the ground.
"I'll call you later." Jordan winked at you and closed the door."
"I'll be waiting then." You whispered and putting on your shades.
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Yeah...
*repeatedly sighs in embarrassment throughout story*
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Hollywood Undead |One Shots|
Fanfiction(Reader insert) (Slow updates) Just some one shots, I hope you like it. The artwork used in the story are not mine. I don't know who made it, but the credit goes to them. :) Cover pic: Unknown. (I found it on Pinterest, I don't who drew it but ple...
