Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! This chapter is on me and Awoken. We wrote it a long time ago, even before this story was uploaded. We just waited a long time because we haven't written a fourth yet and we didn't want the story to be forgotten. There still isn't a chapter four, but I'll try to get to it since Awoken's still heaving bodily fluids. Enjoy

kate23816: I know, I was giggling like a moron when I wrote it. Enjoy

Bloodspinat: I don't know yet how I'll handle Danny and Deuce. I do know that I'm writing this pretty carefree. I'm writing it the way I think about things. Exaggerated, ironic, sarcastic, anything's possible. I'm getting out of the Hollywood Undead vibe, but I promise I won't abandon these stories. Reviews keep me from giving up. Enjoy!


Dylan's POV

"Would you get your tongue out of her mouth and come rehearse already?" George grunted at me and Angie. How the hell did he find us? I was leaning against the wall behind tribunes in the gym, Angie pressed against me. Can't a guy get some privacy when he wants to make out with his girlfriend? Apparently not! So George asked me to rehearse and I walked up to our imaginary stage, fucking owned the crowd. All yelling for Dylan! Dylan! Dylan! No wait, I kinda need a stage name, like what should it be? It should be clever. Alvarez? No way, that sounds like a teacher's calling for me. In the middle of Scene For Dummies, Jordon suddenly stopped singing. He replaced Aron for a while but he just stopped. "Fuck, I'm getting a cold, the notes are off."

"You were better than Aron", Jorel grinned.

"Who isn't?" Matt snorted, folding his arms.

Angie gracefully got off the tribune, walked up to me and sneaked underneath my arm. She really enjoyed to be held like that. I have no idea what it is with girls and wanting an arm over their shoulders. "I'd love to hear Dylan's chorus."

George seemed agitated by that comment so I dragged Angie back to the tribune and asked her to sit there and wait until the rehearse was done. Then I'd offer her a ride home. Jordon looked at Matt. "I'm gonna look upstairs if they've got a bottle of water. My throat's sore. You tagging along?"

"Sure. Mine is all raspy because of the screaming", Matt replied and disappeared with Jordon.

"Auditions are next week. Any idea if there will be any good singers in it?" Jorel asked in general.

George and I shrugged. "Let's hope so."

Angie shouted from the tribune: "Addison wants to audition. She's got math with me."

"Addison? A chick?" Jorel asked skeptically.

She nodded. "She's insane."

"Is she hot?" George grinned.

"No", Angie said.

Of course not. She didn't think any girl was hot. She only thought about guys as hot. George hummed the soft tunes of Paradise Lost. A few minutes later the two still hadn't returned. Jorel seemed annoyed. "Dylan, can you get them? They probably ran off to fuck again."

George chuckled. "Again? As in, plural?"

"Yeah. I mean, they're both accusing each other of being gay so I guess they really are masking the fact they're together, right?" Jorel innocently stated.

I snorted. "Jordon gay? No way. Matt could be, but no way in hell is Jordon gay."

"Whatever. Can you go look for them?"

"Why me?"

"Because you were late for rehearsal to smooch with Angie!" George barked.

I groaned and made my way to the door, upstairs. I heard their voices and saw them standing in the threshold of a classroom. It was the history class.

I shouted: "Guys, why are you staying away for so long!"

They both look at me as I come up behind them and put my arms around their shoulders. In the classroom I see the reason for their slow return. A guy. I had seen him around, but what was his name again? Teacher called him mr. Murillo. His first name… It was Daniel! Daniel Murillo, but no one called him that. Everyone just said 'Danny'. The way he stood there, soaked in water and soap, cap on his head, shy look in his eyes and a blush on his face. I crossed his eyes and he looked away immediately. This kid really was a shy one. I guess I had a couple of classes with him, but I couldn't quite remember which.

I turned to Jordon. "Why are you with this kid?"

"This kid's got the most amazing voice ever and we're trying to get him to join us", Matt explained shortly.

I started humming Paradise Lost, which I had stuck in my head because of George. Fucking asshole of a best friend. He knows I hate it to have a song stuck in my head.

My eyes rested on Danny. He seemed to have some difficulties with my staring and tried to hold my gaze. How cute of him. He was way too shy and cute. I bet he was a goody-two-shoes. "I don't know. He doesn't have the Undead vibe."

"Neither did Aron", Jordon scoffed.

I didn't react. Sure, Aron was a dick and he didn't fit with us as well as Jordon or Jorel for that matter, but Danny didn't fit at all. He seemed too nice for my likings. Almost like he was perfect. And he was perfect. In every way. His looks, his smile, his eyes and his voice. What? No! I'm not gay. Angie may not think of her same gender being kinda hot, but I do have a healthy sense of knowing which guy is a sight for sore eyes.

Danny was hot. I heard some rumors about girls announcing him to be the hottest guy of our grade, besides Hollywood Undead of course. They always counted us out on those occasions.

"I don't know. I can't backstab my best friend", Danny whispered.

"Fine. Think about it and come talk to us when you've found the answer. You're very talented so you belong with us", Jordon winked. He pulled Matt and me along into the hallway, but I let my gaze wander back to Danny with a grin. I guess I could tease the shy guy for a tiny bit. "Maybe you would be an interesting addition. We'll see if you come audition."

I walked away and followed my bandmates back to the gym. "So this kid, is he that good?"

Matt nodded. "We heard him sing Take It Out On Me by Thousand Foot Krutch and he was amazing. Better than Aron!"

"Better than me", Jordon mused. He didn't like to admit that, but yet he did. That really proved how good Danny was in singing.

"What did he mean with backstab his best friend?" I wondered aloud.

Jordon scoffed. "Aron's his best friend. The guy really needs to learn how to pick his friends better."

"Poor Danny", I endorsed.

Both Matt and Jordon stared at me. "You know the kid? What's his full name?"

"I guess I got a couple of classes with him or something but I've seen him around. He's Daniel Murillo, announced to be the hottest guy of our grade according to the girls. Well, hottest shy guy. He doesn't really do much. No clubs, no events, no parties. Nothing. Only hanging with Aron", I explained.

Both nodded in unison. "I sure hopes he'll come audition."

In the gym we told them about Danny and both didn't object on it. We played a few more songs and then I offered Angie a ride. She was awfully silent on our walk upstairs. "What's bothering you?"

"Danny's bothering me", she snarled.

I rolled my eyes. "You know Danny?"

"I heard him in class today. Addison asked his opinion on what he's looking for in a girlfriend because she told me off that not all guys were as shallow as you", Angie hummed, an angry look in her eyes.

As shallow as me? I'm not shallow! Okay, fine, I like Angie for her big boobs, but… Oh fuck, I AM shallow! Maybe I could learn something from Danny? "What did Danny answer to that?"

"He wanted a girl who makes him laugh, she's gotta be sweet and caring and such bullshit", Angie expressed, rolling her eyes like it was the dumbest she had ever heard.

That's exactly what I found annoying on her. She was so shallow and dense. Luckily she was hot.

I stepped into my car, a Mazda Miata. It really wasn't a joke when Jordon rapped about it in El Urgencia. I did own that car, thanks to my parents. Angie stepped in the seat when she gasped. "My phone!"

She ran onto her high heels back into the school and I groaned. "Fuck."

Now I had to wait for her. Stupid… Why did I offer her the ride? Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Danny leaving the building. For one I knew he didn't have a car so I honked. He was frightened when he heard the loud sound in the darkening evening. It was like only 6pm but in the winter it gets dark pretty fast. He caught me in the car and glared. He stomped up to the window, which I lowered, and ranted. "I almost had a fucking heart attack! Can't you just call my name?!"

"Danny!" I called out with a huge smile plastered on my face.

He chuckled. "What do you need me for?"

"Need a ride?" I offered.

Danny seemed hesitant. "Really? I mean… I don't really know you."

"Yeah, I could abandon you and leave you for dead in a Burger King bathroom", I whispered, leaning in with a creepy smile.

I could practically see his hairs stand up straight as he widened his eyes. I adore this kid. He's so easy to tease! "I'm kidding! Want the ride or not? I thought I'd give our lead singer a ride."

He eased and glared again. "I'm not your lead singer."

"You will be."

"No. Aron's my friend."

"Aron's a dick."

"Dylan, please", he sighed.

I shrugged. "Hop in the car already!"

He walked around and got into the passenger's seat. With that I took off. He told me where he lived and I was quite shocked how far it actually was. He was going to walk all the way there? I wouldn't have survived that. "You know, Aron and Jorel were best friends."

"Impossible. I'm his best friend", Danny scoffed.

"No, it's true. Aron told Jorel he was his best friend, but then he stole his lyrics, you know?"

"Yeah, I heard about that", he mused, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows.

"You carsick?" I wondered.

He nodded and licked his lips. "I won't throw up, don't worry, but I do get carsick."

After he told me about that, I drove a little slower and easier for him to survive. He smiled appreciatively and I found myself enjoying his happiness. "I didn't hear you sing though. Will you sing for me?"

Danny laughed. "No. I don't sing for anyone. I just sing to myself, dance like an idiot and get caught by Jordon and Matt."

"Please? Sing for me?" I requested.

He groaned and I hit the brakes. We were at his home. He opened the car door and stepped out on the street. I lowered my window. "Please, Danny?"

He turned around on his driveway. "Thanks for the ride. I can't sing for you. I'm already home."

"Next time?" I pouted.

"Next time I might sing for you", Danny chuckled, waving me off as I drove away with a content smile on my face. He was a nice guy. A really nice guy with a sense of humor. Maybe he would fit into Hollywood Undead if he really was that easy-going. As I arrived at home and smashed my car door closed, realization hit me.

I FORGOT ANGIE!


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