Hollywood Undead Oneshots

A Little Bit Of Hate

Alvarsek/Datty
*DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SMUT WARNING*

(2,233 words)

Matt's POV

A typical day. Except it's raining. Of course. Nothing could be worse. But damn was I wrong...
I turn around, and see Dylan running towards me. It didn't help that he was taller. He was crying, with blood pouring from his chest.

"Matty..." He utters, blood spewing from his lips.

"Dylan, no!!" I was crying by this time. I hold him close to me...
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"Aaaahhhh!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I sit up. Danny jumped and he looks at me, with concern.

"Uh, Matt...you okay dude?" He smiles a little, worried for me.
"Oh, yeah I'm okay...just another nightmare..." I'm not okay..how could I lie to Danny..the nicest and most caring...

I hear noises in the living room, so I walk in. I see Dylan laughing and giggling with some girl on the couch. They were obviously drunk as hell...Danny walks close behind me. I felt my heart break, watching this. I saw them kiss, and I sniff. Danny realizes that I was crying.

"Hey...Do you need to talk, Matt?" Danny asks reassuringly. He smiles, and I move his hand from my shoulder. I storm through the living room and to the back room. I sit there, alone in the darkness. I hear a car roll up, and Its George. He sees me, and he runs to me.

"Matt, are you alright...? What happened?" George sits next to me, and hugs me. I begin to sob loudly.

"D-Dylan...he...he hates me.."
"How so?"
"He was drunk flirting...with some hot chick.."
"He's drunk, Matt.." He says that to me like he was my father. "Go talk to him...even though he's drunk, something might work out here."

I take George's advice, and I walk into the living room. Dylan was asleep on the couch. I sigh, and sit down next to him.
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Dylan's POV

I was with some girl named Sarah. She's fucking hot, I will say...After awhile, I ended up asleep on the couch. I felt movement and it woke me up. It was Matt.

"Sup, Kurly?"
"Why do you hate me..?" He simply states to me. I was mostly sober now, so it made sense easier.

"Why do you think I hate you, Matt?"
"You never talk to me anymore..you're always on your phone, and with some useless girls.." His raspy voice began to break.

"Matt.."
"And you always avoid me..like I'm useless...if you hate me, why won't you tell it to my face?! Huh?!" Matt began screaming in my face. Crying at the same time. I was beginning to be pissed off.

"Chill out, alright? I don't fucking hate you!"
"Fucking asshole!! Stop lying!!"

I've had it. I punch him in the face and storm away. Realizing what I've done, I peek into the room at Matt. He was crying even more, and talking to Danny. I felt like the biggest asshole ever...I really like Matt...my chances are little to none now...I'm such a dick...
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Matt's POV

He punched me...Dylan punched me...Okay, I might've over reacted, but still...I love him...God damn it...I hope he didn't leave...

Danny heard it all. When Dylan punched me, Danny ran in and made sure I was okay. I groan in pain.

"Dylan..."

I hoped he would come back. With my luck, he won't...I know it...he's probably so pissed off at me for being so overprotective...I hate myself...

I was brought out of my thoughts by Jorel.

"Matt, you okay man? You got hit hard. Actually, your face is swole...some, anyway..."
"I'm fine...where's Dylan?"
"I don't know, I'm gonna find him. Me and Jordon will, okay? Danny and George will stay with you in case he comes back."