Hollywood Undead Boyfriend Scenarios

Deuce - Fatal

Pain.

And the cold.

Its all you felt.

How did you get to this? In the hospital dying.

It was him. Your ex boyfriend, Jessie. He drove by you with some friends...

-Flashback-

You were walking down the street by yourself, on the way home from the store, when you heard tires screeching. You looked, seeing his car. You decided to run, but you were too slow. You heard two shots fired, but only one hit you. That's because the first hit a guy who jumped in front of me. You remember, that as both of you lay there, he looked at you.

He smiled.

Then you blacked out.

-Flashback End-

"H-Hello?" You asked, holding your stomach where you'd been shot. You looked over, seeing another man laying in the bed. He's good looking You thought, examining him. Judging by his bandages, he'd been shot in the chest. You got scared, but once you noticed he was still moving, you relaxed. You then saw his eyes. They were beautiful...

He turned his head towards you. "Wh-who... What?" He asked. He caught himself staring, but looked away. "I'm y/n." You said. "Aron... But people call me Deuce." He said. You tried collecting your thoughts, and when you did, you remembered. "Thanks for... Taking that bullet for me..." You said. "You still got hit though..." He said. "But you saved me from dying. If I got shot twice.... I dunno. Still, thank you so much." You said. He smiled at you. "Don't mention it..." He said.

-3 Years Later-

It had only been three years, but it felt like an eternity.

And eternity since you were in the hospital with your savior.

Well, today, you were meeting him at his house. He had called your number by mistake, a one in a million chance to you. You talked for hours. In fact, the only reason you stopped is because you phone died.

You had butterflies in your stomach.

"Ok... Here we go..." You said. You stood in front of his door, raising your hand to knock. You knocked, hearing a shuffle and then the door unlocking. He opened it slightly. "Oh, hey, y/n.." He said, opening the door all the way to let you in. You walked in, seeing the place was a mess. With, beer cans and wrappers and everything on the floor and couch. "I'm sorry about the mess.." He said, walking around and picking up.

"Are you alright?" You asked, sitting on the couch when I got a spot clean. "To be honest... No not really." He said. You felt bad, wanting to help but not wanting to pry it out of him. When he came back from throwing the trash away, you patted the seat next to you. He went and sat down, and you pulled him down so his head was on your chest and he was laying down. "What's wrong, huh?" You asked, playing in your hair. "Well... I got kicked off the band... My girlfriend was cheating on me... And...." He stopped, and you looked at him. "And?"

He sighed. "I really like you, but... I know you don't feel the same for me..." He said sadly. You blushed. "I love you, Aron..." You said. He looked up at you. "R-really?" He asked. You nodded, and he smiled at you. He leaned up, kissing you. You were surprised, but eventually melted into it. He held you close. The kiss was passionate, and long, but your lungs started burning from lack of oxygen. You pulled away. "I love you too." He said.