Hollywood Undead One-Shots

It's Not The Same

For @Deuce_Radke

(Jordon)
I see him evey day, I always get this feeling inside me, what is it? No matter how many girls I hook up with, I don't think it will ever compare to him. His face, his voice, his strength. The power of him, why do I feel different around him? It was just one time.

"Ah! H-harder!~" I scream to him, I could feel myself getting sober. He continues to pick up his speed, god I love it.

I sighed and layed in my bunk. I held something of his in my hands, it was his beanie, I put my nose up to it and smelled it. He always smells like cigarettes and whiskey, sometimes it has a hint of lemon and it was this time that it smells like lemon.

"God you love this don't you?~" he asked me in a deep and a very dominating tone, I moaned in response. He slapped my ass and I moaned louder.

I sighed and held it closer to my chest, it's the last I have left of him, to remind me of what we were.

"Georgie, I-I'm close!~" He growled at me "you don't until I do" I nodded my head. He continued to pound roughly into me, smashing into my prostate every time.

I grabbed my phone and I looked at the messages we've sent, we always talked. Now we don't it's just silence.

"J-Jordon, I-I'm close now" he said, I nodded and continued panting and moaning. I could feel myself getting really close, he grunted and I could feel him releasing into me. I came close after he did, he pulled out and he layed next to me.

The guys were all in the front, I was the only one in the back. The guys are probably talking and watching movies, I would usually be there telling them to shut up while I was trying to watch them.

George wrapped his arm around me and he held my close, I layed my head on his chest and I smiled. He rubbed my shoulder and I slowly started to close my eyes.

I sighed and I felt a tear fall down my cheek, I check the last message he sent to me.

George: Hey, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for that night and I'm sorry for the fact that we haven't talked since that night. I love you....

Me: What? George what's going on? Talk to me please! I love you! I can't let you do this! George!

George: I can't do this anymore, this guilt I have. I don't know anymore, I love you.

I cried as I read those, it was all my fault. He changed me and I did it for him, I wanted him but it was too late. I got up and I walked out of the bus. We were still in L.A so I decided to see him.

I walked all the way to the cemetery, I looked around for the headstone. I sighed and I sat in front of it, I caressed my hand on it.

Here lies: Jordon Kristopher Terrell

I look up to see George crying above me "happy birthday babe"