Dylan and Jamie both have their alarms set for 10am. Dylan checks his phone to find a text from Kade.
Kade: Get to the Roxy early. Our Last Night wants to meet up. Arrive by 3.
He rises from his bed and stumbles to the restroom like a zombie. He stares at his reflection in the mirror and observes a small mustache and some stubble forming on his chin and cheeks. He grabs his razor and shaving cream to begin shaving his face. Once he finishes, he strips out of his pajama pants, turns on the shower, and steps into the warm stream of water.
Jamie sleeps in past her alarm and wakes up two hours later. When she finally sits up in bed, she's greeted by a monster headache and the sudden urge to puke. She runs to the bathroom and vomits out everything she took in the night before.
Must've been a wild night.
She glances at herself in the mirror and gasps at the horrific image of a hangover.
"How much did I fucking drink?" She wonders aloud. She grabs a makeup removal wipe and wipes the rest of her makeup off her face and strips out of her clothes to take a much needed hot shower.
A couple hours later, Dylan hears a knock on the door while watching TV. "Who is it?" He says. There's no answer and he sits back in his seat. He hears another knock. "Who is it?!" He demands again. Still no answer. Dylan reaches for the brass knuckles that he keeps under the couch cushion and slips them onto his hand. He gets up to answer the door, ready to defend himself at all costs. He looks through the peephole and sees no one, so he swings the door open with his fist ready to fly.
"Whoa, Dylan calm your shit, I said it's George twice!" Johnny 3 Tears shouts as he instinctively throws his arms up to protect himself from the oncoming hit. "No wonder you're so paranoid, what the hell are you smoking in here?" Johnny coughs as the strong smell of weed suddenly hits him in the face.
Dylan looks back at the joint that's sitting in the ashtray on the coffee table. He was so high that he forgot he was even smoking. "Oh," he chuckles. "I don't know. It's something Jordon gave me."
"Of course," Johnny laughs.
"So," Dylan starts. "What you doing here?"
Johnny pauses and looks at him. "I need to talk to you about something. It's serious."
Dylan sighs and looks down. Then he looks back up at Johnny. After contemplating for a couple of seconds what could be so important, he finally steps aside and opens the door.
"Come in."
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*Dylan's POV*
Johnny and I walk into the Roxy Theater together to meet up with the rest of the guys, the Wicked Bitch of the West, and Our Last Night.
I don't remember getting high in the first place, but I'm hungry as all hell. I guess my eyes are red or whatever because Charlie looks at me with a cheesy grin. "Good shit, right?"
"I don't even remember getting high in the first place, man. What the hell was that?" I ask.
"Okay guys, we ready to meet the openers for tonight?" Kade interrupts before Charlie could answer. I'm the only one who groans. I just want food.
"Good. This here is Trevor, Matt, Tim, Alex, and Colin of Our Last Night. And guys this is Danny, Johnny, Charlie, J-Dog, Da Kurlzz, and Funny Man," Kade introduces and we all chorus with 'nice to meet you' and all that fancy shit. I wonder where the nearest pizza place is?
We all head to the warmup room and talk about how we got into music, tour stuff, instruments, and some other stuff. I tune out most of it because I keep thinking about what kind of chips I should get. I finally glance over to notice a table full of food and snacks and I internally do a backflip.
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Funny Love (Hollywood Undead Fanfic) *discontinued*
Fanfiction"What if I never even see you 'cause we're both on a stage? Don't tell me to listen to your songs because it isn't the same. I don't wanna say your love is a waiting game." ~Banks, "Waiting Game"
