Ghost {Hollywood Undead x Reader} ON HOLD

; Chapter Three - Life Of Tragedy ;

You shifted the box that currently rested in your arms, feeling it seemingly get heavier with every step.  At the moment, were walking next to Jordon as he gave you a tour of the apartment. You mainly looked at the carpet the whole entire time, only looking up to make eye contact at a few points throughout his speech. Yet, the rest was spent with trying to remember the important things in the area, like the two bathrooms and the location of each of the guy's rooms. You probably kept your gaze off of the floor the longest when Jordon was talking about Danny's room. He didn't say much, but the fact that his room used to be the guest room and Danny moved into it due to some conflict. Jordon didn't mention to you what that conflict was, though. You didn't want to risk being rude, or fired on your first day, so you didn't ask.

"And, here's your room. It hasn't been used in awhile, sorry. So, uh," He stopped at the closed solid white door at the left end of the hall. "if you need help or anything, just call for one of us, okay?" You nodded, pointing out mentally that you may need  their help with the other two boxes that were just resting at the front door for now. Jordon left after that, leaving you to your duties. You only looked at the door for a moment, before you balanced the box onto your hip and opened the door with your now free hand, taking a few steps inside.

You stared at the creamy white shade that was on each of the four walls, making the dark wooden furniture that were pushed up to the white wall pop in contrast to the blank spaces around it. You could have brought your own, but the guys thought shipping it was too much of a hassle. Immediately you understood what Jordon meant when he said it hadn't been used in awhile. A thick layer of dust coated both the bed frame and dresser, making you cringe slightly and not await the cleaning that you would have to endure later. You dropped the box, knowing that contained no fragile objects and stretched your aching your arms. Shortly after, you leaned down and opened the box, taking out the objects and placing them onto the milky white carpet next to you.

Once everything in that box was unpacked, most of it being posters and knicknacks, you took a large breath. Before placing most of this stuff, you would have to wipe off the dust. You would rather get it out of the way before unpacking your clothes and bed things, anyway. You stood up and felt a small tingling sensation in your legs, indicating that they were not that happy that you has sat on them for so long. How long did that first box take, anyway?  Curiosity consumed you and picked up your cell, which had been providing you with music during unpacking. You looked at the screen with raised eyebrows, mouth slightly agape at the time. Surely you didn't take an hour and a half to empty that box, right? As much as you wished to deny the time, the more you thought the more sense it made. You may have gotten distracted by YouTube...more than once. Pausing the music, you placed down your phone and walked out into the hallway.

"Time to go ask for cleaning supplies," You mumbled to yourself before wandering into the kitchen. You had hoped one of them would be in there, but sadly, you hopes were flawed. You held in a sigh and started to make your way into the lounge, but quickly stopped when you almost bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" You apologized, realizing the person in front of you was Matty.

"It's fine." He offered you a kind smile before shifting the subject. "Are you done unpacking?"

"I'm done with the first box, I still need to take the other two in. But first, do you guys have any wood cleaner or a duster?"

"Yeah, it's under the sink." Matty's head nodded over to the side, guiding your gaze over to the kitchen sink. You didn't just feel right just walking over there, though.

"Do you mind if....?" You trailed off, hoping that was enough to uncover the next part of the sentance.

"No, not at all." Getting the unneeded permission, you went over to the sink and crouched down, opening both sides of the under-cabinet before searching for some type of wood cleaner.

"Now, where are you....aha!" After four minutes of checking labels, you finally pulled out the correct bottle. You stood up and was just about to return to your room before Matty called out to you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Do you need help with anything?" You were about to decline, but it dawned on you that moving the boxes now would be easier and, this way you didn't have to bug them later.

"Yeah, actually. Can you help me move the two boxes near the front door?"

"Sure." He smiled kindly at you before walking out into the lounge and over to the front door, you followed behind him and picked up the first box, Matty following in suit and picking up the other one. Opening the top of your box, you set the wood cleaner into it so the trip would be easier and started going back to your room. The trip to your room was made in almost complete silence, besides a few curse words coming both from you and Matty, since you both had almost dropped your boxes a total of four times.

"Thank you so much, Matty." You two had finally reached your room, placing the two boxes onto the floor. Matty's eyebrows arched at the sight of the room's current state, objects scattered every which way.

"Are you sure you don't want help sorting this out?"

"Thanks, but no thank you."

"Alright, have fun." He chuckled before leaving the room, allowing you to get the wood cleaner and get to work. Well, your silence only lasted for a few seconds before his mass of curly black hair could be seen popping into the room again from the corner of your eye. "By the way, George and Jorel left to go get dinner. We're having pizza tonight, if that's okay with you."

"Sounds good." You nodded, still working on cleaning the frame of the bed. After notifying you, the drummer shut the door and left you to yourself once again. Once everything was wiped down, you traveled over to the linen box and unraveled something that was protected by a bed cover. "C'mon buddy," You talked to the inanimate object, looking it over to see if it was damaged during shipping. Surprisingly, the old laptop managed to survive the trip, much to your dismay. Don't get me wrong, it did what it has do to, but that's very minimal. In your last job, you didn't really have a reason to use your laptop. But, when you had gotten the part of being a personal assistant, the laptop would be a big component in the job. Between booking shows for the band and ordering equipment, you predicted the laptop would never leave your side. Well, if it holds up until then. The machine was far from it's prime and probably wouldn't hold up for long. "the first paycheck I get is going to go towards replacing this dumb thing." You mumbled, getting down onto your knees and looking underneath the bed to see if it would fit. For now, this would be it's home until the guys actually assigned you an internet based task.

But, before you could slide the chrome computer under the bed, something caught your attention. You scrunched your face for a minute, trying to figure out what this object could be under the bed. After awhile, you simply gave up and just decided to pull out the thing and toss it somewhere, despite your laziness telling you to leave it and move you. You reached your hand out and touched the cold, almost rough texture and exposed it to the light of the room. "Well, this could be handy." You shrugged, rolling the pink duct tape over to the other things you unpacked on the floor before continuing to set up your room.

A/N: I'm sorry if none of this chapter seemed to...flow correctly? I don't know why, but that just seemed to be the case as I was writing it. The side-plot wasn't even in the story before my friend had brought it up and after pondering the idea and seeing ways it could work, finally decided to make it have a place in the book. For those who don't like where this sub-plot is going, don't worry. It won't last long not stray too far from the main storyline. It also won't hinder what's going on with you and the boys as well. Or, well, what's about to go on! C;