Hollywood Undead and Deuce/NineLives one shots

(J3T°TP)The Memories Haunt Me

Johnny 3 Tears x Deuce

George's POV

I sat at a bar, sipping whatever beer was cheapest on draft. I really didn't care at the moment.

My life had been going to shit lately. I've lost everything pretty much.

" I haven't lost you though, have I?" I mumbled to the glass in front of me.

The bartender probably thought I was crazy.

The band had been falling apart in recent months. Everyone always bickering.

I'd been falling apart since Aron left about four years ago. I just missed the kid.

Yeah, he was an ass and was hard to deal with but...but I miss him.

He's all mad though so we haven't talked in awhile. I was mad too at first. Now I'm just numb.

I don't really remember the last time I was completely sober either. I know I've got a lot of issues. I just choose not to acknowledge them.

I got up, leaving a tip on the counter after I payed. I slipped my coat on and headed out the door.

As soon as I stepped outside I felt a light drizzle of rain falling on my head.

" You get how I feel. " I said, looking up at the dark and brownish night sky.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I started walking. I don't think I'm going in the right direction but I'll just let my feet guide me.

About ten minutes into my walk I reach an apartment building, looking up at it. It seemed vaguely familiar.

Memories started flowing into my head, confusing me. One in particular stuck out.

" George! " Aron drunkenly shrieked, slipping on a bit of ice as we were walking back to his apartment.

I caught him before he could fall.

" Maybe you should avoid the ice so I don't have to take you to the hospital. " I snickered, keeping an arm around him.

We walked into the building and surprisingly managed the stairs, approaching his door.

Once inside, I took my shoes and coat off. I headed for the couch, taking a seat on it.

I planned on crashing here for the night since Aron had offered.

He disappeared for a few minutes but came back, wrapped up in a blanket.

At this point I was laying on the couch, attempting to get comfy.

Aron plopped down right next to me, deciding to cuddle I guess. It didn't bother me so.

I loosely wrapped an arm around him after grabbing the remote. I flipped through the channels till I found something we both liked.

By this time Aron was already falling asleep. I left him alone, just watching tv for about an hour or so before starting to get sleepy as well.

I gave a small smile as I looked down at Aron, holding him close. I closed my eyes and let sleep wash over me.

I missed those days. I'd often times crash at his place after we went drinking at that exact bar.

I gave a deep breath, pushing the doors open and going inside. I trudged up the steps until I got to my destination.

I was hesitant, going to knock a few times but quickly pulling back. Finally, I knocked, waiting for a response.

I was just about to leave when the door opened, revealing a half asleep Aron.

" Can I hel-oh. Uh...George. Hi...why are you here?" The younger rambled.

" I'm not really sure..." I replied.

"okay. Um...well..I guess you can come in. " He said, moving out of the way.

I slowly walked in, looking around. Everything pretty much looked the same. A few things here and there were new.

" so, uh, I'm assuming you're drunk... " he quietly said.

" I suppose so. Sorry, I can leave if you need me to. "

" No.. No. It just...reminds me of the old days. "

I just nodded.

I hugged him which seemed to take him by surprise. He hugged back though.

I gave a sigh of content, lingering there for awhile.

"....I missed this... " I murmured quietly.

" Me too. " I heard Aron reply which made me smile.

" I should've drunkenly wandered here a long time ago. "

Aron just snickered.

A/n: oof, y'all probably thought I was dead or somthin. Sorry. I just don't have ideas or motivation to write. Once I start something, if I take a break from it for a day or two I just like, can't finish it so. I'll most likely be MIA with posting again after this so don't be surprised.