Hollywood Undead X Reader

Charlie Scene X Reader

You were a serious fan of Hollywood Undead, to the point where it was ridiculous.

You are going to a concert by yourself, not wanting anyone to accompany you since you had gotten a backstage pass, one for you.

You drove to (Capital City Name), where the concert was taking place. Along the way, your car started to break down. You looked and saw that the battery was dying. You grunted and laid back in your chair, running your hands over your face and through your hair. You exited your car and looked around. You were in the middle of no where, thanks to that short cut you took.

For what seemed like hours, you waved your hands to passing cars, hoping that they'd stop for you. None did what so ever. You broke down and started kicking your car tire. You stubbed you toe and yelped, "Ouch!" You hopped up and down, holding your foot.

~Time Skip~

It was close to six o'clock. The concert started in an hour and you were about that much time away from the destination of the concert. You sat down and started to play a game on your phone.

Not long after, you saw a big bus pull over to the side of the road. It parked and you saw someone jump out the side. He grunted, "Goddamnit!" He kicked the tire, like you did not too long ago. You looked interested in what was going on. You walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder, "Excuse me sir, what seems to be the problem?" He spun around to face you. He seemed to have calmed down once he saw you. He chuckled slightly and sighed. He tapped the bus on the side with his hand, "Oh, this stupid thing ran out of gas when I refilled it on our last stop."

You looked up at the bus, seeing the Hollywood Undead group on it. You gasped and looked back at the man, "You're the bus driver for Hollywood Undead?!" He nodded, "Yes, I can see now that you're a fan as well." You nodded multiple times.

A few minutes later, you heard a door on the other side of the bus open. You look back to see Charlie Scene, who had hopped off the steps, "Hey, what's wrong with the bus?" He asked. The bus driver looked at Charlie, "Oh, it ran out of fuckin' gas." Charlie then spots you, you can't see what his expression is since his glasses and bandana was on his face. He walks over to you and looks down at you, seeing that you were shorter than him, "Who's this?" You blushed slightly.

You had always found Charlie attractive, even though he was the crowd's least favorite on looks. You didn't care about that, you found that he was adorable in your own way.

Anyway, you couldn't help but stare, I mean, your most favorite member of HU was standing right in front of you, and- Did he just wink at you?
You cleared your throat, "O-oh, u-um, I'm (Y/n)." You introduced yourself, feeling a bit nervous. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, making you a little light-headed. "Woah, dude, are you okay? You just went pale there for a moment!" Charlie put the back of his hand against your forehead. From this contact, you'd might as well pass out. You didn't, not wanting to seem like one of those crazy fan girls, those people we're pretty dangerous.

"I-I'm fine, just a little overheated, that's all." You quickly explained. Charlie cocked an eyebrow, "Oh? Well how about coming onto our bus, its hot as Hell out here anyway."

You sighed as you walked onto the bus. The cool air brushed against the back of your sweaty neck. You had to agree with Charlie, it was hot as Hell.

You saw the rest of the HU members in the dining area of the bus. They looked up and saw you. Charlie jumped in front of you and got into a guarding position, "Back off, she's mine, I called her when I first saw here!" He yelled, making the guys grunt and plop back down into their seats. You looked up at him confused, wondering why he did that. He leaned in close to your ear and cupped his mouth, "They're such pigs!" He whisper-shouted. You giggled slightly, making him chuckle, "But seriously," he took your hand into his and spun you around slowly, "You're the most cutest thing I've ever laid my eyes on!" His compliment made your cheeks flush pure red, "R-really? O-ohh, n-no I'm not, I'm weird!" You put your hands on your warm cheeks, feeling bashful towards him.