Hollywood Undead Boy x Boy (Discontinued)

Another Way Out

Inspiration: This is actually inspired by a one shot I did in my other Hollywood Undead book, which I choose to completely forget about until I die..okay, what the fuck is happening in that gif?

Music brought to you by: The title.

Pairing: Derillo. Warning: Sad but happy ending like always... more language than usual??

Jorel's POV

Okay, I'll just be fucking honest here, I am in love with my best friend. That's not a shock to you though, is it? I love Danny, badly too, to a terrible point of me becoming rather obsessive. I get jealous easily when anyone looks at him or touches him, except the guys. I never feel threatened by them, maybe it's because they're all already in relationships, with each other. Jordan with George and Matt with Dylan. It seems the only two left to get together in the band is me and Danny, and boy do I wish it would happen soon. Danny is perfect in every way. His perfect hair, beautiful brown eyes, his perfect face. Everything on him was and will always be in my eyes, perfect. It kills me that I can kiss him or hold him without it being because we're "messing around." I want to admit to him that I love him but he makes me flustered and a clumsy mess. It doesn't matter anyways, he's got a boyfriend. Seeing him so happy with Jesse makes me sick to my stomach. I hate him and I know it's pretty obvious at times but I don't care. He doesn't deserve Danny and that isn't just my jealousy talking. Jesse doesn't understand, it seems this way anyways, that my best friend, my crush, has a job, that job being the band. We have to make music and we can't do that when our lead singer is having his attention drawn away every fucking hour by him. He also guilt's Danny into anything he can. I can't count on my fingers anymore how many times Danny has blown me off for Jesse. It's all safe to say, I hate this man with a passion.

I'm upset with myself at times. I hate myself for not supporting him, and being happy because he is. It makes me depressed that I can't force a smile and just get on with life. I've been crying a lot at night over my feelings. I come into the studio a mess half the time and in a mood over taken by sadness. Everyone, even Danny, as you can expect, always as me what's wrong. They know I've had history with depression and it's obvious they're afraid I'm sinking back into it. I have to assure them that I'm not and that I've just haven't been able to sleep. It's not a total lie but it's not the total truth either. Danny has been looking at me in a different way and it worries me. My depression and hate for my obsessiveness has driven me to avoid him. I only talk to him about lyrics and then that's it. He can and would, never love a mess like me and that hurts me more.

I slammed my hand on the wheel. I was parked down the road from Danny's. I've resulted into stalking. I shudder at that word. He's so sweet and I'm so... Creepy. I'll blame this on me being drunk. As I take another swig of my bottle of whiskey, a big slap to the face played on my radio, Pour Me. I glared at my radio as I took another drink. As I swallowed, my phone went off, telling me I had an incoming text. I wiped my mouth from the sloppy swig and basically yanked my phone out of my hoodie pocket.

George: We need to talk...

I was confused, more so in my slightly drunken state but lazily texted back a reply.

Me: About what

George: Your behavior

Me: What are you, my mother?

I reached for the bottle when my phone went off, but it was my ring tone. I groaned an picked it up, not really bothering to check who it was.

"Jorel's not here, this is Depression speaking." I grumpily said as I looked at Danny's house. His boyfriend's car was in the drive way which makes it obvious that he's here. Yes, that pisses me off.