Hollywood Undead Boyfriend Scenarios

Charlie Scene - Where the Weed?!!

ITS TIME FOR MY CHARLIE SENPAI!!!

YAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Your POV

You walked through the park, bags upon bags of weed in your satchel. Thank god Jordan lives close... You thought, constantly paranoid that someone would stop you and ask to look in your bag. When you finally got to the house, you saw the yard was decent enough, at least enough since all five of the guys lived here. Aron had gone away, but you still occasionally talked to him.

You went to the door, opening it since it wasn't locked. You went in and sat your bag on the table, hearing cheering and laughing coming from the back room. You grabbed the bag and went back there, seeing Jordan and George holding onto each other rather sloppily for support in their drunken state.

"Hey, ha, y/n! Come in!" Jordan said, stumbling to you. He grabbed your waist, dancing around with you to "No Other Place". "Shake it, babygirl!" He said, making you blush. Meanwhile, Dylan was rolling a blunt. "Y/n! Come here!" He said. He handed you one. "I-I, I don't-" "yes you do." He said, shoving it between your lips (stop being nasty, guys 😏😏😉😉. JOKING!!)

He lit it, and you took a drag. "Whew. The hey was that?!" You asked. "Its the weeeeeed, babyyyyy." Jordan said, going behind you. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to the clear area of the room and dancing with you again.

About 20 beers later and 3 blunts later, you were both stoned and drunk. You were singing along to El Urgencia, jumping around the room. Jordan went to you and grabbed your arm. "Y'know, y/n, this might be the drugs and shtuff talking, but it ain't, but I really, reeeeeaaaaaalllllllly like you." He said. "I reeeeeeaaaaaaaallllllllylylylyly like you too." You said, falling onto him in your state.

That morning:

"Holy pugs in a pizza box." You said, sitting up and grabbing your head. You looked over, seeing Jordan laying sprawled out on the bed you were in. You looked at him, and even in his disheveled looking hang over state, he still looked cute to you. You crawled over to him, laying on his stomach and placing your head on his chest. He woke up, looking down and seeing you. He smiled. "Y/n. Hey y/n!" He said, poking you. You looked up. "Huh?" You asked. "Remember last night when I said I liked you?" He asked. You nodded. "I meant it." He said.

"Wait, how'd you remember it?" You asked. "I was half sober when I said it." He said, running his fingers through your h/l h/c hair. You smiled, leaning up and kissing his nose.

That day was the happiest with your life, from reasons like Jordan taking you to a movie to dancing around with each of the guys like a fool.