Ghost {Hollywood Undead x Reader} ON HOLD

; Chapter Two - All Of The Memories You Need ;

You sat in the love seat, listening to the background noises from the television while staring at your cellphone that rested on the coffee table a foot or two away. Yesterday had been a very interesting, yet tiring, day. You had stayed with the band until eleven o'clock at night, listening to their comedic conversations as well as preforming the tasks they assigned. Long story short, you fairly enjoyed who could be your new bosses and hoped you proved to them that you would be a good employment choice.

"Y'know, if you keep your face looking like that much longer, it's gonna freeze." Delson teased in a monotone voice, not bothering to take his gaze off of the television. You switched your stare over to a hard glare, looking over at your best friend, who was currently sprawled out on the couch. His brown eyes made contact with you after a moment and he cocked his right eyebrow. "Can I help you?" You just looked back at your phone on the table and Delson let out a large sigh, leaning up into a sitting position and resting his elbows on his knees, crossing his wrists in one of his signature sitting poses. "Is this about the job offer?"

"Maybe." You answered, shrugging. "They said they would call by two..." Worry was noticeable in your voice.

"Y/n, relax. Why are you so worried?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because if these guys say yes, I'll finally have a job after a long period of being unemployed?"

"True."

"Is you talking supposed to help me?" He only smirked at your question.

"Kind of. But really, you shouldn't be stressing out this much. I'm sure you impressed them. I mean, you're you." It took a moment for his words to really sink in. "Now, that's the phrase that's supposed to help you." You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"Alright, alright." You leaned back into your seat and attempted to take your mind off of the subject at hand.

"Good." He put his focus onto the tv again. Not even a moment of silence passed before your phone's ringtone began playing. You jumped to your feet and scooped up the phone, replacing every calm feeling that was there a moment ago with an excited one.

"Hello?" You answered quickly, walking into the kitchen.

"Y/n?" George's voice asked through the other side. You were honestly shocked he had remembered your name after only telling him once during introductions. Or maybe it was because you were known as 'That Girl' for most of your life?

"Yes, this is her." You hopped up onto the kitchen counter, sitting down on the marbled island.

"After talking it over with the rest of the guys, we've decided..." Is there a reason he trailed off? Was that a bad sign? "...that you're going to be the new personal assistant of Hollywood Undead." Your rapid heartbeat calmed down when you noticed it was for dramatic affect and you had gotten the job. Wasn't there a simpler, less scary way to announce that?

"A-ah, thank you!" You stuttered, coming out of your thoughts. "But, uh, I have a question. If you don't mind, of course?"

"Shoot."

"Well, don't you guys live in Los Angeles?"

"Yeah, we do. You'll have to come move over there. Don't worry about financial issues, though. Delson called us up and explained your current situation. So, to make it easier on all of us, you'll be living with us in our extra room. This way, you're there when ever we need you and vice versa, That's not a problem, right?"

"No, not at all." It's going to be hard leaving your hometown, but it was something you could handle. To be completely honest, you were more concerned about leaving Delson.

For one, he was your best friend. You attempted to keep him out of trouble, and in return, he provided you with not being alone. It had been this way ever since you two had met in your elementary years in school.

The second reason, was that you trusted Delson as much as you could throw him. Which, happened to be fairly small. This, you had figured out the summer of '05, when you attempted to toss a drunk Delson onto his bed. Delson could be a wild card at times, and it was hard imaging him alone. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed someone to keep him leveled.

"Y/n?" Before you could continue ranting on about Delson lack of responsibility in your head, George's voice forced you back into reality once more. "Did you hear me?"

"Oh, no. I'm sorry. Could you repeat it, please?"

"I said I gotta go. I'll either text you or Del with the information for moving your stuff and the plane ride later, okay?"

"Aright. Bye George. Thank you again."

"No problem, see you soon." And with that, the call dropped. You scooted off the counter and walked into the entertainment room once again. When you had walked in, Delson muted the tv, looking at you expectantly.

"I got the job." You notified him with a small smile, sitting adjacent to him on the couch.

"Good job, kiddo." He replied, messing up your hair a small bit, making you roll your eyes. "Did they tell you about the whole apartment situation? I thought it would be easier just to set that up so you weren't living alone."

"Yeah, they did." Your smile turned into a slight frown. You could see this coming miles away, but it felt weird actually being in the situation.

"Oh come on. It'll be fine, I promise. You'll get out and see no things. Meet new people, yeah?" Your silence was enough of an answer for him.

"You'll text me, right?" You asked sheepishly, voice barely above a whisper with the thought of drifting away from him.

"Everyday." Delson knew when he should be more sensitive with you, and this was once of those times.

"What if you're too busy with the EP and we stop talking?" You asked, referring to his bands newest project.

"Have we ever before?"

"It never had the chance to occur before." This was true, you two had the habit of never leaving each others side for a long period of time until now.

"Yeah, but I promise it won't get that chance, alright? I'll visit you when ever I get the chance." His arms folded around you in a hug and you smiled, staying like that for a moment until you two broke away. The smile on your face became a straight line when you realized what he had done.

"You just stole my gum out of my back pocket, didn't you?"

"Maybe." He pulled a piece out of the package and popped it into his mouth, tossing the rest onto the coffee table and putting his feet up. "Now, I say we play a nice game of Call of Duty and I kick your ass."

"Bring it on, dickwad." You chuckled at his challenge and stood up, swiping his feet off the table.