Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies. This story is written in some sort of... high school mood/language or something. I thought it would fit better like that than in my usual writing style. WARNING: slash, lots and lots of slash between Danny x Funny Man. Don't say I didn't warn you. Also this is an high school AU and yes, I'm well aware some of them never went to high school, but it's AU for something, right? Enjoy!

Danny's POV

I hate to get sappy so I won't tell you how amazing he is. Though he can act like a total meathead sometimes. Especially around those friends of his. I could just shoot him for it. I'll wisely shut my mouth and let you see just how it worked out for me. Some of it was awesome, some of it was dreadful. Most of it was dreadful. Still I wouldn't want to change it for a million dollars. It was worth the struggle. If this can be called a happy end, at least. Anyway, I can't run my mouth just yet. We have to start at the beginning of this story. The beginning. Where would that be? Of course! That would be after the holidays.

Winter was finally over and the first signs of spring were on their way. Don't worry. I won't get sentimental and say hello to every blooming flower or growing three. I won't. I'm not like that. Though I'm not entirely sure how exactly I am. You see, there were some minor complications which made me very confused. For one, I have a crush on someone. What's wrong with her? She's got a dick. Yeah, it's a guy. He's really hot and makes me melt whenever I see him. BUT despite that, I'm not gay. I'll never be. I'm straight, very much straight with a little curve. That's healthy, right? No one knows about my crush on him. Especially not my best friend. He'd kill me!

So we went back to school, the high school of Los Angeles. An impressive building, quite horizontally built. Huge entrance, stairs leading to it. You know the usual high school. I walked up to the stairs, some groups of students sitting on the ledges next to the stairs. You know how most schools have jocks? The most popular guy is always the quarterback, right? Not here. Here the quarterback was only the second most popular guy. The REAL celebrities were the six guys who formed a band. Jorel, George, Jordon, Matt, Aron and Dylan. Oh God, Dylan! I had a huge crush on Dylan. Don't ask me why, OK? Okay, fine! He's a really hot piece of ass. The reason their popularity shot into the air is because they mostly rap their vulgar texts in the hallway and no teacher dares to interrupt them. They're kind of scared of them. Yet teachers do adore them. They score well with their grades and they're quite helpful whenever a teacher needs help. So why would they interrupt their rapping? It might break their respect for the teacher! Maybe they are helpful and smart, but they're no goody-two-shoes, trust me. I once heard Jordon held a gun in his car! No idea if was true or not.

First thing I saw, was Aron, my best friend, waving at me.

Crap.

Don't get me wrong. I adore the guy. He's a great friend, but he doesn't know of my crush on that one guy. That Dylan, as I said earlier, happens to be one of the rappers in his band. Aron often invites me to come see the rehearsals of Hollywood Undead, but I always pass. I really don't want to face him. Maybe one day we'll talk and might become just friends.

Aron jumped off the ledge and came up to me. "Didn't you see me waving?"

"No", I lied with a shy smile.

He narrowed his eyes, but didn't intend on digging further into it. Instead he dropped it and we chattered away about the holidays. "Mom gave me another one of those ugly knitted sweaters with a deer on it. The nose is fucking glow in the dark!"

Aron laughed. "Mom gave me one with a Christmas tree on it. Actual small knitted balls hanging from my sweater!"

"What is it with mothers and Christmas sweaters, right?"

Aron shrugged. "I don't know, man."

With that I left Aron to get some books out of my locker and head out for class. In class I saw this girl, pretty cute but not my type, standing in the middle. "I am soo gonna try out for Hollywood Undead!"

"Try out? It's a band. Not a cheerleading squad", I snorted, all eyes turning towards me. That same girl, I believe her name was Addison, gave me an 'are you fucking kidding me'-look and I returned it as a 'no, I'm not'-gaze. She rolled her eyes. "You haven't heard it yet, have you? Hollywood Undead is looking for a new lead singer and they're having try outs: auditions!"

I was dumbfounded. Why didn't Deuce tell me he was no longer the lead singer? Was he embarrassed? Maybe he got descended to a normal rapper and they were looking for an extra voice? Or did he get kicked out?

Some other girl piped up, telling her she was a complete moron because it was an all guys band. To which Addison laughed and said: "That's exactly why I'm trying out. Five hot guys all for me."

Slut, I thought.

Another girl popped up. "As long as you get your hands off Dylan. He's MY boyfriend."

I stared at her. Dylan had a girlfriend? That bitch. He was MY crush. She was tall, standing on black high heels. She had long blonde, curled hair and flashy green eyes, emphasized with black make-up. Her nails were long, painted into a dark red color. Her figure was thin, but curved where it should be and accented by a tight blouse and tight jeans.

Addison glared at The Skank. "He's only dating you because of your cup size!"

That's the reason Dylan wanted her. She's got the biggest breasts in this classroom. Probably in the whole school. Damn, he's a boob guy.

The Skank feigned a hurt expression. "What else would a guy want a girl for? For the personality? Oh please."

"Not every guy is shallow, Angie."

The skank had a name! Angie. What? Short for Angel? Barf! I walked up to my seat. Addison looked at me and I suddenly felt like I should shrink back into my seat. I didn't want this. I didn't want to get involved in this conversation, but too late. The girl already asked me what I was looking for in a girl.

"Uhhh", was all I said.

The girl narrowed her eyes. "Come on, Danny! What do you want in a girl?"

"She's gotta make me laugh, I guess. Also be friendly and caring, such things", I responded.

Angie snorted. "Lame. Dylan is already like that so I don't need to be like that too."

I zoned out, not wanting to hear any of this anymore. A few minutes later, Aron took a seat next to me and tapped my shoulder. I suppressed a yell of surprise and he chuckled. "My, thinking about dirty things?"

"No. Thinking about that girl who wants to try out for HU."

"A girl?" Aron snorted. "She's got no shot. We rap about bitches and she IS a bitch."

"Why didn't you tell me you're no longer the lead singer?"

Aron seemed caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Uhm. I didn't want to worry you on our first day?"

"What happened?"

"Since when do you care about Hollywood Undead?" Aron asked, giving me a doubtful face.

I shrugged. "I always cared. Why wouldn't I? It's your band!"

"You never bothered to come and see the rehearsals?"

"That's because your band mates were scary as fuck. George looks like he could kill with his eyes", I shuddered.

Aron laughed and slapped my back. "You should've told me you were scared of them! They're softies. I can blow George off his feet."

I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head at him. His smile never leaving his face, though I felt the sadness it held. To be honest I was afraid to tell him I was scared of those guys, especially Dylan. He was so stoic. Aron seemed to take it a lot better than I thought he would if I'd tell him I was a big sissy. Maybe he would take it the same way if I told him about my crush on Dylan? Maybe. We'll see. "So what happened?"

"I got into a fight with Jorel and George and they kicked me out", Aron replied.

"What about Jordon, Matt and Dylan?" I asked, masking the fact that I wanted to know something about that awesome, hot, Mexican God of mine.

Aron shrugged. "Jordon and Matt didn't say a word, avoided eye contact and Dylan was busy, making out with Angie all the fucking time."

A pang of jealousy shot me in my chest.

"How stupid. You're better off without them, dude. They don't deserve you", I assured him, patting his back.

Aron smiled. "I know. I'm awesome. They'll never find a better replacement."

"Never. You. Are. A. God. With the microphone."

"Get off my nuts", Aron chuckled.

We got cut off when class begun.

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