Hollywood Undead Fic

C.11.

          I munch happily on a cookie as Dylan mumbles in his sleep. We're both sitting on the living room couch, though on opposite ends. Johnny walks out of the kitchen and I call out for him. He looks over, smiles, and walks up to me. "What's up?" "Do you have any books?" He thinks for a moment. "No. I'll go ask Matthew if you can borrow one of his." "Thank you, Love." He kisses my forehead and I smile, going back to my cookie and watching as he walks off. I look over at Dylan as he shifts, and crawl up to him as his eyes open. I lift his arm and place it around my shoulders, snuggling into his side and amusing him greatly. "What're you doing, Gorgeous?" "I'm cold." "Oh?" "And you're warm." "Oh." "Yep." We stare ahead blankly for a moment, then I place the last of the cookie against his lips. He opens his mouth and eats. I brush my hands off on my dress and cuddle him again, closing my eyes. "You seem tired." Dylan points out. I shrug. "It's been a tiring day, I guess. And rain makes me sleepy." "Same, dude." He says, making me giggle.

Johnny comes back and drops a small stack of books onto the coffee table. "Harry Potter. Have fun." He says airily, walking down the hallway and towards his bedroom. I'd heard good things about this series, but I've never gotten around to reading it. I lean forward and grab the topmost book. It's the smallest and has a kid on broom on it. I open it, Dylan reading over my shoulder. I finish first, and Dylan grabs my hand when I go to turn the page. He finally releases me and I continue reading. This continues for awhile, Dylan nudging me when he finishes. It take almost a hour of us reading and the boys drifting off to bed from the kitchen, but he eventually yawns and fishes something out of his pocket. A sugar packet? He drops it into my book and closes it, setting it on the stack and standing up. He stretches out. I only now notice that the only light on now is the lamp in the corner of the living room.

"I think it's about time for bed." "But I wanna read more." "You need to sleep, Gorgeous. Come on." He picks up the books as I stand, and I follow him to the basement. He opens the basement door with his foot and I blink, mildly uncomfortable as we descend the stairs. "Where should I put these?" He asks. I open the door to my little bedroom, kneeling next to my bed and pulling a small chest out from under it. I open it, looking at my pajamas. I pull out a red, see-through vest thing. It has only one button and would go down to my mid-thigh. "The coffee table? Please." "Yeah, sure." He mumbles. I hear him yawn again as I stand, kicking the now closed chest back under the bed and going to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and pull off my dress, tugging off my shorts and socks and pulling on the over-shirt. Thingy. I drop my dress into the hamper and leave the bathroom. Dylan's standing by the table, the book open in his hands and his eyes glued to the pages. I walk past him and he suddenly tilts his head up. "Yo, can I borrow this tonight? I wanna...Holy shit."

He looks up at me and I remember that this isn't what people usually wear to bed. I turn red and so does he. We avoid eye contact and he clears his throat awkwardly as I inch towards my bedroom. "Y-You look nice." He says quietly. I smile slightly. "Thanks?" He closes the book and drops it on the coffee table, slowly walking up to me. He takes care to keep his hands visible, which makes my eyebrows furrow, but then he places them on my waist and gentle picks me up. He lays me on the bed and I flush as he tugs at one of the little black bows on my socks. "You're sure we can't have a little fun? It's been a few days." "No, Dylan. I'm not fucking you." He blinks in surprise, his shocked eyes staring into my serious ones. He smiles a bit. "Fine. But I think we will. Eventually." "Kill me when that day comes." He laughs and I smile just a bit. "Noted. But you do look good. I wasn't just flirting." He mumbles, leaning down and kissing the underside of my jaw. I swat him away and sit up, scooting back. "Can I sleep in here tonight, then? No funny business." I nod and he tugs off his flannel, then kicks off his jeans and climbs into bed.

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I smack Danny's hand as it reaches for the bacon. He draws back immediately, quickly becoming irritated. "I just want one." "You'll get some with breakfast. Go away." "But I want some now." "Go away, Daniel." He huffs and walks to the table, sitting on the wooden surface and glaring at me. I roll my eyes, going back to cooking pancakes. My grandma's recipe, actually. Fluffy and soft and absolutely delicious. My parents only ever made it when they had bad news. They knew it was my favorite and that it softened the blow. I'd woken up a bit late today, and Danny seemed to be expecting me to make breakfast when I came upstairs in a white sweatshirt and light pink jeans. So I'm making pancakes and bacon. He's impatient as all hell, but I find it amusing. "Is it done now?" "Not yet." He groans loudly in disappointment. "But I fuckin' want food! Like, now!" "Just a few more minutes. Why don't you start making coffee?" He grumbles to himself and hops off the table, walking up to the coffee machine and starting it up.