Hollywood Undead Oneshots

Broken

Fuck it, I'm doing a prequel! I actually am going to do this cause it was fun making the first one!

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2 years earlier

" You may now kiss the groom..........." The priest said out with a bright smile, he loved it when young couples who were so in love that they wanted to preach it to the world.

Matt brought Jorel close as he gently put his lips upon the Italian's who moved closer with tears in his eyes. The young couple was so happy to finally be together in a full committed relationship, one that would benefit them in every way. They pulled a part with grins plastered on their faces as bright as day.

"I love you Matty........." Jorel had tears falling as he whispered out those three fine words to his new husband, the man he'd spend the rest of his life with. He knew it was perfect in so many ways, he worked with Matt, he lives with them now even, and now they're married.

"Congrats guys!" Jordon said with a bright smile as he hugged us. "welcome to the married couple group guys!" The new couple chuckled as he kept ranting on and on about how they were lucky to have the same shit and stuff. Soon all the guests at the wedding went out to the after party so they could relax a little more than "sup fuckers! I'm in a tux and is also a non-religious person in a fucking church! fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite me m8!" but anyways, in a matter of no time Dylan was drunk off his ass and Jordon was just like Dylan's fucking twin.

Danny was looking for his pants since he lost them a while after George invited him into the back closet, but then gave up soon yelling, "I LOST MY PANTS! BUT I FOUND MYSELF!" Matt shook his head, he was pretty sure he was the only one still not drunk as he was the one who needed to drive him and Jorel to their honeymoon spot in Charleston to over look the Atlantic ocean. Jorel was sitting at the bar talking to George, and were kinda close.......a little TOO close..... They have always been friends but them being alone and that close made Matthew uncomfortable. Matt shook his head smiling, he needed to stop worrying his curly head off over the slightest things. Jordon ran over to Matt halfway spilling his drink on the drummer's trousers and laughing at the shocked male.

"Dammit Jordon! How much have you had to drink?!" Matt wasn't really pissed but he was concerned, Jordon had been drinking more that usual ever since him and Randi got into a small fight over the whole touring business. Jordon seemed to be in a thinking state as he counted on his fingers trying to reconfigure all the alcohol bottles he had consumed that night.

"Uh.........................abou' 2 bottles?" He had a shit-eating grin smothered on his face as he hiccuped and then laughed out loud at nothing in particular. Matt coughed as the smell of Jordon's whisky breath caught his nostrils and wouldn't let go. He shoved Jordon away to go find some peace from the loud party that was supposed to be calm. He slowly made his way towards the balcony of the second floor, the clear glass door opened to let in the cool brisk night air. He pulled out a cig and dug through his trouser pockets in search for a lighter. Finally finding one, he lit the cancerous relax stick and hit up a puff.

He slowly went through about three cigarettes until he noticed two other bodies some feet away, looking over he gasped seeing his lover and George kissing. Matt was shocked, he didn't know whether to cry or scream, but one thing was certain, he just smiled sadly and thought

He still loves me..........

A year had passed and Matthew had noticed that Jorel had slowly became distant from him. Everytime he tried to kiss him he seemed like he didn't enjoy it as much as he used to, or every hug seemed like it was towards a friend more than a husband.
"I'm going out Matt." The Italian had spoke as he grabbed his keys and had started heading towards the garage.
"Okay Jorel.........I love you". Yet for the third time that week, he didnt get a response back. Sighing, Matthew went to his room to try and pull his thoughts together. There were two voices that were talking to him, one saying that his marriage was full of bullshit and that it was a failure. Yet again, he listened to the second voice telling him

He still loves you.......

Jorel didn't come home that night, he had been doing it for a while now, it had been a while since Matt had actually gotten to sleep with his husband. He thought of where Jorel goes every night and why he leaves. The more he thought, the more he felt tears well up, but of course he blew it off. He was a bout to fall asleep when he heard the front door open and moans coming from downstairs. He slowly got up and walked down the stares just to find Jorel against the wall with George grinding against him. Tears ran down Matt's cheeks as he stared at them, he quickly ran upstairs to calm himself, but his thoughts kept coming and screaming to him

HE LOVES YOU
HE LOVES YOU
HE LOVES YOU
HE STILL LOVES YOU

Matt couldn't stop crying and yelling to himself in his head that he was still loved. After a while he calmed himself and curled up in front of the door as he listened to the sounds of his husband and his friend banging in his own home. He tried to lie to himself and say that he was just dreaming and that nothing was real. He closed his eyes tight and tried to wake himself up.

He doesn't love you......

Matt remembered everything about that day, the day he got the divorce papers and got a divorce with Jorel, he never got mad at George or Jorel for cheating, and he pretended to be a happy person. He was broken, he was a lonely man who thought he found love but of course, it shattered right in front of him. One thought though, that kept coming into his head and stayed there, haunting his life and every thought

He never loved you.

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Finally done! Oh my god! Well, here ya guys go! In gonna work on a 3rd part soon and then another. By guys!