HollyWood Undead /9Lives || OneShots

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Aron never thought he'd see the say where'd he make George snap.

Of course this was expected, the yelling and arguments only grew worse, especially when they were all forced to be together for months on end for touring. Though this night was the final straw for the two. George snapping at the smaller rapper as it led him to instantly be quiet, in shock from how his loud voice echoed in the bus. Even having some of the others peek in to see what had happened this time.
"Aron. I am so fucking sick of your shit. Get the fuck off the bus!" He yelled once more to the stubborn man. Of course Aron being himself he didnt back down so easily, he thought he wouldn't as he mostly was left speechless. His mouth opening to form some kind of words but tightly closing once more, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists before stomping out of the bus.

Luckily tonight they didnt have to sit there in awkward tension in the small bus. They were stopped a nice hotel for the night, most of them sharing rooms to spend less money where as Aron choose to be alone. He leaned against the wall of the hotel, ingoring the various 'no smoking' signs as he contuined to smoke his cigarette he had almost smashed while clenching his fists.
He had mixed feelings for the irish man. He didnt know whether he felt a sense of comfort or friendship within him but he did certainly feel a mix. Being out of his thoughts he turned to see Jorel shoving his shoulder gently "hey. Come inside and cut that shit out, i don't wanna have to sleep in the bus tonight. I know you and George are kind of tense but i think you should make up" the hoodied man spoke, shrugging it off as he didnt want his friends to fight any longer, wanting atleast a day of peace.
"Its hard to be around him when he very clearly had anger issues. I'm not going to apologize, he started to yell at me first!" Aron stubbornly spoke, glaring at the floor as he practically stomped out his dying cigarette. "Let's just head in. I'm tired and i frankly dont want to deal with mr. Grumpy ass"
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Aron felt claustrophobic the whole time they were getting settled in, from the lobby to the rooms. He already felt sick to his stomach from the fight. He hadn't ever pissed off George as much as he had recently, thinking he was going to punch him in the face or something. Although he was glad nothing physical happened as he didnt want to have to deal with the cops being called on them.
He sighed as he fell into the comfy couch, he had stripped down to his boxers. It turned out he wanted to sleep in Jorel's room, feeling better with the comfort of his friend for the night and letting Charlie have his room so he didnt have to share with a snoring Matt.
"Hey you idiot, i invited George so you'd stop being a sulky brat and makeup" Jorel stated calmly as he leaned over the couch, causing Aron to almost fall out of the couch at the thought of facing George once more this night.
"Dude! I don't want to see hi-" he paused, seeing George already walking inside as he sat up, huffing as he watched Jorel leave off to his room.
"If shit goes down i'm gonna get Dylan to break you girls up" he teased before closing his door, leaving the two tense males alone together.

The room felt more than tense, the air feeling almost toxic as Aron was afraid to even breathe around him, not planning in initiating coversation, even when he felt the weight of George as he sat down on the couch with him, Aron was laying down and taking up most room but he was small enough to the point where George had enough room to atleast sit. "So..uh- whats up tomorrow? You want to go with me and Jorel to the cheesecake factory?" George randomly blurted out as he faced the emo male next to him, rolling his eyes mentally as he watched him just hide his face against a pillow.
He felt like a mom trying to talk to a five year old, it felt dumb to him he had to talk to a grown man like a child but he didnt want to start a fight over it. At this point he just wanted some peace, for the sake of the band and their friends. "Aron, i'm not going away, even if you hide i can still see you ya dumbass" He couldn't help but smile slightly at Arons childish ways. Of course it was annoying at times but rarely it would be quite..cute.
"I dont wanna talk" Aron muffled into his pillow, feeling George's hand make its way to play with his hair. He strangely found it comforting, leaning into the slight touch as he couldn't help but let his muscles relax and focus on his fingers going through his thick black hair.
"I know we've been fighting a lot but i dont want to do this anymore, Ar, i'm done with it all at this point. I don't care if you forgive me or not. I just want to have you agree that we stop fighting"
He could hear the disappointment in George's voice. He did have a right to be disappointed, they were grown men fighting about dumb kid things. It was about time they started to get over it.

Aron hesitantly peeked out from the pillow over to George, seeming to look like he was losing hope to getting to him but quickly getting faithful when he got Aron to atleast face him. "What do you say? Just pretend the fights didn't happen? Just focus on the future?" He smiled slightly. Aron felt a bit sick, not wanting to agree but wanting to at the same time. He felt confused over the mixed emotions, hesitantly nodding as he sat up fully to face him. "Okay okay..just stop treating me like a dumb kid. I get that im younger but you dont have to act like I'm a kid all the time" he pressed his face against his warm shoulder, not minding George's arm around going around his back, pulling him in closer.

"Do you...wanna sleep with me on the couch tonight?" Aron offered as he glanced to George. Everyone was so close, though the burning hatred between them made them further apart than expected. So Aron thought to think small to expand their friendship and comfort zone once more, thinking the couch idea would work well for them. "Sure, i usually would say no but this couch isnt that small and stiff" The rapper shrugged as he layed down behind Aron, keeping an arm around his waist loosely as he looked to the tv where it played a random show with faint volume. Aron kept close to the bigger mans chest, looking up at him as he smiled to himself, looking back to the tv and he wrapped the blanket around them both, relaxing with him as they both kept focused on the random show.

Atleast they were getting along.