Hollywood Undead Boy x Boy (Discontinued)

Undeserving?

Inspiration: I was thinking about this while watching Jack play Simulacra. 

Music brought to you by: I don't know honestly.

Pairing: Matt x George |Warnings: Long. Sorry? I don't understand why some author's on here apologize for long one shots. This just means there is more to read and more to love.|

Question: What would you do if you were in Matt's place?

Matt's POV

Hey, it's been awhile. George and I have recently been fighting a lot, well, it's more of we've been arguing a lot. I don't know what started it, but the past six months have been filled with arguments. It seems to happen every other day and they always gave me anxiety because I'm afraid it would escalate into a physical one, and let's be honest, George is a mountain and I'm a fucking twig. Most of our fights have been over an ex. I'm sadly what is known as a hopeless romantic. I'm gay, it's not a shock to anyone, well except Jordan but he's an ass, and my best friend. I sadly have dated these guys, who turn out to be nothing but assholes in the end, just to push my feelings away. George could never love me, let alone be gay. Look at him, he's too muscle bound and well, manly. He's perfect in every way and I just couldn't think of any other guy who could compare to him. In a sad way, I'm happy we fight. Maybe it will help me forget my useless feelings for him. Is it shocking that I've fallen into a bit of depression? No, no why would it be? I don't know why he even cares about who I date, he hasn't before. Maybe he actually cares and want's better for me. I don't know why they've all been jackasses and assholes, maybe I subconsciously think I deserve hate and abuse for being this way, and for being in love with someone who will never want me. In case you're wondering, I haven't harmed myself.

I sighed and set the pencil down next to my journal. I had a sudden burst of anger and slammed it closed. I ran a hand through my short curly hair. I got it cut and I honestly like it but Brian, the current boyfriend I have, doesn't. He called me a fuckboy for it. It was too late to do anything so I just told him to deal with it. I was, of course, cussed out then he stormed out of the house. I didn't add that in to my latest journal entry. I know he'll be gone in a week and he's not worth the graphite, don't tell him I said that, he'll smack me.

My phone vibrates and I turn it on. Danny sent me a message.

Jordan: Hey Matty, come over and hang out with us. Please?

I was quick to text back a yes when I remembered the very visible bruise on my cheek. I couldn't let him see this. I love Jordan very much; we're pretty close, and if he saw he would cry and freak out. I can have that happen. Then there's the obvious problem, George. I don't want another argument, I don't think I can handle another one.

Me: Sorry J I can't.

Jordan: You know, none of us have seen you since Brian came in...

Me: What are you saying?

Jordan: Nothing. Forget it. We'll just hang out without you... Again. Not like it hasn't happened before.

I sighed, the guilt eating at me. I thought of something and made a bold decision.

Me: I'll hang out with you guys but let's do it here. I don't want to leave the house.

Jordan: Fuck yeah! Can't wait Matty! xx

I chuckled slightly then realized I'm the biggest idiot alive. How the hell am I going to hide the bruise? I can't cancel on them, I missed my friends and I don't want Jordan mad at me. Do I have make up? I shook my head at that thought. Why did I even think that? I sighed. My hair is took short to cover my cheeks. I suddenly got an idea.