Hollywood Undead Boy x Boy (Discontinued)

Green Is The Best

I'm aware I used this music already but.. Fuck off. Requested by @hlm_jdog 

My POV

"Hello friends," I say as I take off my reading glasses, looking up into the camera. "Welcome back. Today's story features two of our heroes. Two crazy MCs, Johnny 3 Tears and Funny Man. I'll be taking you through this adventure. Sit back, get high as fuck, and read with me as I tell you a love story." I slide my reading glasses back on and opens up my giant story book.

Third POV

George looked at his friends with an annoyed look. There was nothing he hated more than being the only sober one when it was his turn. He had to deal with Danny's affection, Jordan's flirting, and Jorel's... Well, they just aggravated each other, sober or not. It's just worse when one of them is drunk. The only one who he didn't have to worry about as Matt. There was however, one upside to this for George, it's name was Dylan. He flirted with the older male constantly and always wanted to be by his side, the same way Danny was with Jorel. Though, Dylan had a tendency to get high as well. It wasn't a treat to get Dylan home. Even though George got jealous a little if the others, especially Matt, took him home, he would rather them have to do it then he himself. Dylan turned into a complete child when he got like this and as luck would have it, tonight was George's turn to take care of the Mexican whose favorite thing is green.

George grunted as Dylan hung onto him, laughing each time he almost fell over.

"Dylan, you can use your own fucking feet, I know damn well you can still walk." George grunted. Dylan pushed away and looked at him with a child like grin. This made him worry.

"Okay George, if you don't like that way then you'll just have to carry me this way!" George almost fell over as Dylan jumped into his arms. When he caught his balance, he was holding the younger male bridal style. He groaned and rolled his eyes, continuing carrying him to the car. As he tried to get the latter into the car, Dylan kept giggling. George would stop touching him and Dylan would stop. When he went to try to get him situated again, Dylan would giggle again.

"Okay man, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked.

"I'm ticklish Georgie!" Dylan exclaimed. He then laughed really hard when George face palmed, which was very loud by the way. He roughly shoved Dylan's legs into the car, slammed the door shut and went around to the other side, mumbling about something being fixed.

George drove towards his house, laughing at some of the things Dylan was saying or singing. Sometimes, he was a joy to be around when he was like this, that quickly was over when Dylan saw the ice cream shop. He let out a very loud and annoying screech causing out butterfly loving hero to almost crash.

"Dylan! What the hell!" He yelled.

"Let's get ice cream! I want ice cream! Ice cream!" He cheered. He pouted however when George kept driving. He whined and looked at the older male.

"George!" He wined, drawing out his name to its maximum length.

"What?" George mimicked. 

"Ice cream." Dylan demanded, crossing his arms.

"No. Now sit back and shut up." George snapped, already getting tired of his friend's behavior. Dylan did as he was told but slammed into the seat and pouted.

"Meanie." He mumbled. George rolled his eyes and turned up the radio, ignoring the pouting man child.

When he opened Dylan's side door and tried to help him out, Dylan smacked his hands away. This took George back slightly. He tried again and Dylan repeated his actions. He was starting to get agitated.

"Dylan, stop being a brat, just let me help you upstairs." He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose. Dylan shook his head but no words came out. This dawned on George.

"Are you ignoring me?" He asked. No response. He shrugged. "Okay, guess the only thing I can do is... This!" In a swift motion, he pulled the younger male out of the car, threw him over his shoulder and shut the car door. Dylan squirmed around as George stomped over to his front door.

"Put me down you meanie!" Dylan yelled. It was George's turn to do the ignoring.

He managed to make it all the way up to his bedroom without the squirming Dylan falling off his shoulder or making them both fall over. George dropped him onto the bed, said goodnight and turned to walk away.

"I'm not going to bed!" He snapped, getting out of the bed. George sighed and grabbed him by the waist. He wrestled him back onto the bed and pinned him there.

"Go. To. Bed." He got off of the younger male and walked towards the door. He stopped when he heard sniffling. He turned back around, ready to get an attitude with the drunk and high male when. He didn't how ever when he saw actual tears down his cheek. He rushed over and made Dylan look at him.

"Dylan? Are you okay?" He asked. He shook his head no.

"Is it because I was rough with you?" Dylan nodded. George, slightly annoyed due to him being tired, but mostly feeling regret, sighed and took off his shoes. He crawled into bed and held Dylan. Dylan smiled and held him, giggling.

"You little shit... You're not upset." George whispered. Dylan giggled and cuddled up to him. He couldn't help but smile at him. Dylan kissed his cheek and snuggled up to him, falling asleep right after. George blushed, the smile never leaving his face.