OK, So this is my Hollywood Undead Fanfic…

It was encouraged into life by Da Sparkzz' HU Fanfic 'Hollywood's Game', but it took a while to get up. I'm actually putting another of my fanfics on hold for this, but that's no problem, because it's HU4L, so… Meh. I'm trying to use Song names for the chapter titles but I have a feeling that'll fail eventually. I don't really get Danny's personality, so give me some hints if there's a problem! Also I'd like to thank NIGHTCRAWLER666 for all the help on this and for teaching me proper English and American slang :D ...

So, the names:

Danny : Danny (duh)

Johnny 3 Tears : George

J-Dog : Jorel/J

FunnyMan : Dylan/Funny

Da Kurlzz : Matt/Matty/Matthew

Charlie Scene : Jordon

CHAPTER 1- Comin' in Hot

"Yo, Danny! Come on boy, we got some barhoppin' to do!" Dylan yelled across the street to where his friend was stood. He watched him shake his head and run over, then Dylan waved his own goodbye to Jorel and George. Jorel just put his baseball cap back on and walked away, George waving back and following.

"Where to then?" Danny asked. Sometimes Dylan dragged him to some pretty strange places, places he'd usually rather not go. That was when he would call Jordon to bail him out.
"A bar. Then a few more."

When they got through the doors of 'Angels will Drink' they were pretty shocked to hear the music cut out and the DJ immediately start playing one of their songs.
"Hey look! It's Funny and his boy Dan!" Someone shouted, and all of the people around the counter swivelled their way, par a few completely uninterested girls in the corner. Simply because he didn't like to be uninteresting, Dylan walked over there.

Danny took straight to the bar, where he was immediately bombarded by drinks people had bought him, and comments on their albums. He shrugged them off and ordered his own for once. It was just a scotch on the rocks, but he felt better with the taste. He heard his voice playing loud through the speakers and turned around. He walked over to see the DJ. Meanwhile, Dylan had scared of 2 of the 4 girls in the corner. One was laughing like a maniac whenever he made a joke, but the other just shrugged and drank a little more of her G&T.

"So, ladies! You like Hollywood Undead?" He asked, hoping to gain attention from the girl who wasn't listening. The giggly blonde nodded her head and started to jump around in her seat, chanting 'Funnyman!'. The other, a tall slender brunette just brought out her phone.

Dylan gave up his wild goose chase and went to see Danny and the DJ. The usual DJ - Callum - Wasn't there, and instead a short girl stood where he usually did. She was wearing a red T-shirt under a zip-up hoody, and had the headphones around her neck. As Dylan looked at her he noticed how most of her hair was braided and dyed black, but her fringe was long, straight, and covered one eye with it's green colour. Her and Danny seemed to be talking about skateboarding, so Dylan joined in with a High-5.

"Hey, I take it Callum's not here then right?" He said, smiling at the girl. She shook her head and accepted the high-5 with a loud slap. Danny laughed as Dylan rubbed his palm from the force and tried to soothe the pain.

"Yeah, I'm Miranda. Most around here just call me Miz, or DJ Miz in all the clubs. Love your band, by the way. So you're Funnyman?" She introduced, then dragged Dylan back into the chat.

"That's me. But just call me Dylan. Say seniorita, do you know that chick in the corner?" He asked, pointing at the brunette. As if on cue, she looked up and smiled at Dylan.

"Yeah. That one's Florentina. She doesn't like flirts." She replied, giving Dylan advice that he wouldn't take. He walked back, and Danny laughed when he turned back to the bar to get a drink first. Great. So he's going to flirt with girls, and he's going to drink. Then his phone rang. Miz turned the music down a bit.

"Hello?"

"Yo! Danny boy! We're comin' over - just me and Matt, so save us a space ok?" Jordon almost shouted down the line. Danny cursed inwardly, then Miz turned up the music again. Instead of Hollywood Undead, she'd put some Eminem on in the background.
"Charlie and Kurlzz are coming."
"Cool. Charlie Scene, yeah?"
"Sadly."

The blonde had left, but Dylan was definitely making progress with Florentina. It surprised him really, after earlier and what Miz had said. She was very shy and easily embarrassed though. In half an hour, he managed to get her at the bar and buy her a drink, then she gave him her number and left. On her way out she bumped into Matt, who gave her a big hug and waved her goodbye.

Dylan and Danny walked over to greet them, and Miz played Comin' in Hot as loud as she could.
"Hey boyo!" Jordon said, then ruffled Danny's hair a little. Matt simply walked past and was confronted by Dylan and his array of questions.
"How do you know that girl?" He asked.
"How don't I? She's my sister, idiot!"

"What?"
"She's my sister, Flo. Why? I swear Funny, if you've been sleeping with my sister then you're-"
"Aw, shut up ya faggot! I ain't done nothin'!" Although Dylan secretly felt like adding a 'yet' to the end of that sentence.

Jordon made straight for the bar even though he was already drunk, and then decided to talk to the barmaid since her apron didn't quite fit her chest. Matt went to see Miz and somehow managed to persuade her to play 'Everywhere I Go', but he only did that to see Jordon stand up on the tables and sing his verses. A group of girls came in, all of which looked to be about 25 years old, and suddenly started dancing. Matt felt sick when he saw them, and just found Danny in time to tell him he was leaving.

"Hey Matthew!" One of them shouted. He ignored them and stumbled out onto the street. She followed. Matt turned after he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked down to see her stood there. She looked exactly the same as she had in High School. Her long red hair still hung in loose ringlets to her waist. Her bright blue eyes still looked as much like the night as before. She was wearing a pair of baggy ripped jeans, covered in paint and thoroughly worn out. Her tight frilly shirt was topped off with an equally tight neon green waistcoat, and the same silver locket that he gave her all those years ago still hung from her neck.

"Matt! I never thought I'd see you again!" Her smile hadn't changed, and her teeth were still perfectly white as she beamed at him. She hugged him as best she could despite their ridiculous height difference, but Matt didn't return it. She might not have changed, but he had.

"Why are you here? Don't you know Hollywood's Dangerous?" He said, his voice stern and angry.

"I need somewhere to stay. I was kicked out by my Dad again, except this time it's permanent. I'm at your sister's now. You see, she told me you were at the bar so I came to see you. All I have with me is my guitar and 3 changes of clothes." She explained on the same happy way as before. Matt's tone didn't change her mood at all. Infact it made her glad he could still talk to her.

Matt turned away and sighed, then hung his head and ran his hands through his jet black hair.
"Why is this any of my business?" He asked, still facing away.
"I was wondering if you knew anywhere a room was going spare. So do you?"

Matt sighed again but span round to face her. The locket was distracting him.

"Why do you still wear that thing?" As soon as he asked her hand darted up and closed around the decorated silver oval on her necklace.
"It's you Matt!" She opened it. "See! There's a picture of you in high school, and there's Da Kurlzz!" Matt was slightly shocked by this, but he made no comment - just an 'oh'.

"Yo! Matt what are you doin' out-… Hey! Good to see you chica! How you been Athena?" Dylan walked out with Danny and Jordon behind him and quickly moved to hug his high school friend. Jordon gave a simple handshake and Danny gave a nod despite not really knowing her.
"I'm alright Dylan. Where's Georgie and J?" She asked. Matt stalked back inside.
"I actually have no idea, Chango." He replied, using her pet name.

"What does that even mean?!"
"Monkey in Mexico. You should call Matt 'Chino'. It means Curly. Say, Chango. Where ya stayin'?"

Athena thought for a bit.

"Matt's sister's, but it's a bit small. Do you know anywhere I could rent a room?"

"Hey, listen Athena. I've got a spare room, and I owe you like, a thousand favours, so you can crash there for… as long as you want." Jordon said. Athena hugged him and chanted thanks, but it was muffled by her face on his jacket. Dylan really should have called her shorty.