Outside (A Hollywood Undead, Johnny and J-dog fan fic)

Chapter 5

A/N Thank you all for reading this and voting on it!!! Oh, and please don't get mad at me about time lines and stuff, I had to tweek some stuff to make it work for the story. I know the dates are way off, and this chapter will be basically all J-Dog

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-Jorel's POV-

I had stopped driving a little bit after George had stopped following me. I could barely see the road. I was crying more than I had in a long time, more than when Vannessa had left me, probably the most since it all went down hill the first time. 

I was so fucking stupid for trusting people, I always trusted people. I trusted Aaron, I trusted Danny, I trusted Jordon, I trusted George, I trusted all of them and look where it fucking got me! I'm crying my eyes out in a car parked a few blocks from someone I trusted's house. The tears were still coming as I looked up. I wasn't in Jordon's neighbor hood anymore, I must've driven farther than I thought I had.

I heard some loud laughter somehwere to my left, but couldn't see exactly who it was, the sun was starting to set and was casting off shadows on everything, and I was still crying. I just couldn't stop it. I made out one of the figures slightly, he was tall and really lanky. 

"Shit." One of them yelled in surprise. "Isn't that one of the fags from your old band, Aaron?" The guy who asked was laughing and point at my car. I knew where I was. I started my car agian and began to drive off before Aaron could get a chance to start into me. 

Fag

Aaron had probably told who ever he was with. Why wouldn't he? 

Aaron and Jorel had known eachother since elementary school, and had been best friends for just as long. When they had befriended the rest of the guys, nothing had changed between them, they were still just as close as before.

They had been at the stuido working late one night trying to finish mixing Swan Songs. It was pretty pointless of them to even try though. They were both pretty drunk, and probably still a bit high from an hour or so ago when the others had all been there. Jorel had never acted on his thoughts before this. He kept glancing over at Aaron as he tried to work. He bit at his lower lip nervously. Aaron was his best fiend and he didn't want to screw anything up. But at the same time, he couldnl't deny how he felt.

Their hand's brushed past eachother and Jorel's face lit up. He could feel the red on his cheeks as he darted his hand back to his side.

"You okay J?" Aaron slurred, he was more sobber than he had been twenty minuets ago, but he was still drunk. Jorel swallowed silently.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"I dunno, you're acting kinda off is all."  he said looking back at the sound board. 

God he looked good, Jorel thought to himslef. 

It was too fast. He erased the gap between them and connected their lips. Aaron didn't react for a few seconds, then went into it to, before pushing back. 

"What the fuck!" He yelled at Jorel. 

"i.. uh... I" He stuttered

"What the hell, this better just be the fucking drugs." he yelled standing up.

Jorel took a deep breath and shook his head rappidly, to look like he was clearing it.

"Fuck." he laughed. "Did I really just kiss you?" He laughed some more, it felt so forced, that it hurt.

"God, what did Dylan give you?" Aaron laughed. He felt realived. 'Jorel isn't gay' he thought to himself. 

"We aren't actually doing anything, we're too fucked up to think anyways. Can we finish this tomorrow?" Jorel asked, dying to change the subject.

Aaron laughed again. "Yeah man." He headed to the door a picked up his keys. "I'll see ya tomorrow man, and lets not tell the guys about this one." he laughed. Jorel laughed too, it was painful.

"Definitely not man. All the jokes are one thing, but that?" Aaron waved goodbye and walked out. Jorel was so glad that they didn't share an appartment anymore, he had moved back home becaues he couldn't afford it. He slumped back into his chair. "I just fucked it all up." he said to himself.

I slammed my hand agianst the dashboard of my car in anger, then did it again and again until I was practically pounding on my car. "Why am I so fucking stupid!" I yelled out. There was a soft knocking on my window and I jumped. Startled I quickly wipped the tears off my face and looked up.

"Jorel?" the figure on the other side asked quietly. He might have asked louder, but my window was up. It was dark out, but I could recognized his voice.

"Aaron?" I choked back. 

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A/N Oh my God guys. :D Sorry for the short chapter, but more will be up sooner than this one was. I just want to finish the next chapter of Fallen (my Supernatural fic) after this. But woah. look at that little cliff hanger right there.

As always, thank you so much for reading, please vote and comment what you think, especially this time, do you guys like how it went with Deuce?