This is just a little bit of a story I am making up from my head. Of course, it is about Hollywood Undead. If you don't know them, you can look them up if you want. They are pretty much just a rock-band that started in 2005 with 6 people; J-Dog, Cha...
Thanks so much to -Slaughtershy- for helping me with a great idea, I was really slacking. Thank you so much, I hope you love this chapter.
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We began to eat until we heard a ring at the doorbell. We get up and walk to the door.
"Hello? Anybody home?" A voice I know too well asks. Aron. What a great day to wear a dress.
"Do you know who that is?" Jorel asks. I shrug. He opens the door and sees Deuce. He gives me an evil glare.
"Hey Ava, hey Jorel," he says sounding guilty. Jorel slammed the door in front of Aron's face.
"Did you know he was coming here?" He asks me.
"No," I reply to him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! I'm sure! Can't you trust me?"
"Okay, jeez, no reason to be rude about it."
"Sorry." There is another knock at the door. I open it back up.
"What the hell do you want?" Jorel snaps at him.
"I just came to apologize."
"Well apologize and leave." I nudge Jorel with my elbow. He looks at me in disgust.
"Sorry about Jorel, you can come in for a few minutes," I tell him. Aron goes and sits down on the couch.
"Ava, what are you doing? I thought you said you HATE him!" Jorel whisper yells at me. I look at him with confidence. He follows me to the couch where Aron is sitting.
"So, what are you doing here?" he asks Aron.
"I just wanted to see how you guys are doing," he tells us. "Anything wrong with that?"
"Well, I guess you're right. What's up?"
"Nothing much I missed you though, Ava."
"She didn't miss you. Please leave. We are busy."
"No." He settles back down and kicks his feet up on the couch.
"Aron, we told you to leave."
"And I told you no."
"Fine. Stay here. Do NOTHING to Ava!"
"Why would I do that?" He asks, looking at me up and down. Jorel ignores him and continues with his breakfast. As soon as he gets into the kitchen, Aron jumps to the cushion next to me.
"What's up, babe? I haven't seen you in a few days."
"Don't call me babe," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because we're through."
"I'll never let that happen," he said while he laid his hand on my thigh.
"Remove your hand from my leg, Aron." He moves it upwards, toward my hips.
"I'm fine, you just need to settle down. You just need to get used to the fact that I'm never letting you go." With that thought, I get up to go to Jorel.
"Where do you think you're going, babe?" Aron asks, pulling me down onto his lap.
"I'm getting the hell away from you, freak!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't love you!" My heart beat becomes faster and faster as he slides his hand up my dress.
"Calm down, it will take less time if you don't struggle." I try to get out of his lap but he is too strong for me. "Struggling will only make it worse."
"Aron, please stop!"
"After you left me?"
"Yes!"
"You expect me to leave you alone after you just left me?"
"If you were a good person then you would leave me alone!"
"If you were a good person then you would deal with the fact that we are together forever!" I don't know what the hell he is talking about.
"I never agreed to this!" I lied. I remember last month when we solemnly swore that we were together forever.
"Lies, lies, LIES!" he yelled. That made Jorel pop his head out of the kitchen. I jumped off of Aron's lap.
"You guys doing alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, Jorel, were fine. Stop barging in on us like that!" Aron says.
"I heard yelling."
"We're fine!"
"Ava?" He looks at me with a hint of confusion. I give him my big, whiny eyes and nod slowly.
"Okay, you two stay out of trouble." he says, more direct on Aron. "No funny business, you know what I mean?"
"Okay, we get it," I say to him. He winks and walks back into the kitchen. Aron sits back down next to me.
"Damn, we were almost caught," he whispered in my ear.
"Get...AWAY...from...me!" I yell at him.
"Why are you so desperate to get away from me?"
"After all you've done!"
"All I'VE done?"
"Yes! All YOU'VE done!"
"What did I do?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No!"
"You kicked me out of the car after you slammed the brakes, making me hit my head!"
"So? I didn't even slam them that hard. There is no bruise!" I lift my fringe.
"See that?" He runs his hand over my forehead and feels the bump.
"That has gotta be from something else!"
"No, I haven't hit my head since then!!" There was a long silence.
"Sorry." He whispers.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"I still can't hear you."
"I said I'm sorry!" He just apologized to me. He has never done that before. Then again, he has never had to.
"I don't care," I say with confidence.
"What do you mean?" He asks with confusion.
"We are never getting back together."
"Everywhere I go, I think about you!"
"I don't care!"
"We've been to Hell and back!
"I don't give a flying shit!"
"Well you should!"
"Why?"
"Because I love you!" There was another awkward silence. "I didn't mean all I said the other day. Please forgive me?"
"I might forgive you, but that doesn't mean I will hook up with you again."
