Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! Would it kill Awoken to finish his chapter already? Truth be told, every time he comes over, he's been helping me with Fly (we're at chapter 4 right now). Yesterday I finished the 31th chapter of Puzzle The Pieces but I am in serious doubt whether or not I'm ruining the story. I think I surely ruined one aspect of it but the rest of it seems to fit. Replies to the reviews below, enjoy.

Author's Note (Awoken): Yes, it would kill me because I've been trying to fix a Songfic Monster screwed up. We had an amazing idea for Hear Me Now but Monster screwed up his style, trying to overexplain even though I told him to remain mysterious. I think we'll have to kill the idea because it's ruined. Please Enjoy

Danny's POV

"I called you over because I was going to tell you in person", I murmured.

Aron got up and smacked me across the face, harshly. I covered the sore spot with my hand. "I swear."

"When did you send this text message?"

"When I was about to tell you the thing you were going to get mad about. I didn't watch My Little Pony without you", I confessed, tears starting to form in my eyes. It was happening. The friendship was ending here, even though we agreed friendship is magic. He put away his phone. "So you're auditioning for my part in the band?"

"I am", I whispered.

He scoffed. "Why? Are you that desperate to backstab me? You can't handle I'm the center of attention?"

"What?!"

"You've always been my sidekick. Why are you suddenly trying to be the hero?" he asked.

My eyes widened. After all these years I had no one but Aron. My attention was always focused on my friendship with Aron but in the end, I was putting more effort in it than he was. He didn't need me. He had Hollywood Undead, but when they kicked him out, he only had me. I was his second choice. "Your sidekick? That's how you think of me?"

"You've never shown a talent for singing. Why would you now?"

"Because I was singing in detention and the guys thought I sounded amazing when they passed me", I shouted and he flinched at the loudness of my voice. The tears flowed out of my eyes and I was shaking with anger. "I wanna make my own choices for once!"

"Your first choice is to backstab me?" he asked in disbelief.

I shook my head furiously. "No! I just…"

"You just what?"

"I just got along with them so well", I whispered.

He made an annoyed sound. "They kicked me out. They hate me. Of course they would go after you to spite me. They only say they want you because they wanna take away my best friend."

"How can you say something like that?" I asked him, my eyes switching from anger to sadness. "They love my voice."

"Keep telling yourself they do", Aron murmured.

I stomped on the floor childishly. "Really? I can't believe you! I've always been supportive of everything you do but when I wanna sing, you don't think I'm talented enough?"

"I never said that. I just thought you weren't as good a singer as I am. You don't belong with Hollywood Undead. They'll tear you apart like wolves."

"No, they wouldn't. They're better friends than you'll ever be!"

Aron rolled his eyes. "Now they are but as soon as you audition, they're going to show their true faces. They'll stop acting nice and they'll tear you apart. Then you'll come crying your way back to me but I won't be there to pick up the pieces."

"They would never tear me apart. They love me."

"They love the idea of hurting me through you", he scolded and it really tore through me. How could my best friend in the whole wide world tell me something so hurtful?

"Then you know nothing about them."

"And you do?"

"I do!"

"I can read people better than you."

"No, you can't."

"Totally can."

"Then how come you didn't know Jordon was bisexual?" I shot. My comment was a very low thrust into his private regions but it was worth a try to play this card. He knew less than I did. I knew for sure he knew less than I did about them. Especially about Jordon. Jordon was my friend, a very good friend in such short amount of time.

Aron froze. "Jordon is bisexual? He told you that?"

"He did. George did. George is fifty times nicer than you which isn't even correct because fifty times zero is still zero."

He averted his eyes. "Jordon's a fag?"

"Yeah, guess what. I'm a fag too. Bet you didn't know that about your best friend, did you?"

"Ex-best friend", Aron said.

He squinted his eyes. "I never expected you to be…"

"Wrong? I'm perfectly alright. You're the abomination here. You wouldn't even hear me out! You just slapped me."

"You think a slap is bad? Man, Hollywood Undead is going to destroy you. They get into bar fights regularly. You're going down with them, you fucking pussy fag"

"You're just jealous of my success."

"What success? That you're fucking Jordon now?"

I flinched at his words and gestured to the door. "Out."

"What?"

"Get out."

"Can't handle confrontation?"

"I don't want a homophobe in my house. Get away."

"Fine", he said and he got up.

"You can come back when you're ready to beg for forgiveness", I managed to say, even though the tears were taking over my voice.

Aron's face wore a scowl but I could see in his eyes, a light had dimmed. He was devastated. He felt betrayed but frankly, I didn't care. I felt betrayed as well. It seemed like he was taking forever getting to the door but I wasn't going to walk him there. He could leave himself. Footsteps in the hallway.

Door opening.

Door closing.

I collapsed on the floor and cried. How could my best friend tear himself away from me like that? Even worse, how could he hurt me so deeply? I wasn't a sidekick. Maybe I'd been acting like one but he should've treated me like a real person instead of an appendage. I shuddered, grabbed a cushion off the couch and threw it across the room, hitting a vase and making it fall into a thousand tiny bits. I screamed, took another pillow and threw it at the wall, then another and another until I sat panting in the middle of the room, my anger dissolving.

Instead I rubbed the tears out of my eyes. I grabbed a tissue, wiped my nose and my tears away, but not in that order of course. I took a deep breath but as soon as I inhaled deeply, my voice shattered and the dam of tears broke again. I needed help.

I dialed the number and a happy voice came up.

"Jordon on the phone!"

"I…"

"Danny? Did something happen?"

"I…"

"Oh Danny, I'm coming over, alright?

"Please hurry."

Conversation ended.

Please Review, they're our heavy fuel! What do you think will happen next?

Airia-Chalk: It does seem like a fun idea because in a way, our story will be the same but different as we both have different styles and interpretations. It was a challenge I've always wanted to do but I never found the right author (sounds stuck up, I know, but I'm picky). We'll always update. Just because it's routine.

Ro: No, a good old smack in the face. Some of the next chapters really remind me why this is one of my favourite stories. Lately the stories flow into one another for me because a lot of chapters have passed so every now and then I take a break to write on Fly (abbreviation is so much easier than the full title) which I've only started a while ago. As soon as I finish one of my stories, Fly will appear online.

Silicone: Me too and I'm the one who wrote it so shit, chapters get me stressed out.

AngelxCloud: Hold it. I'm going to need her in chapter 34 to prove my point.

Gabbi: I listened them, they were quite alright. I did not say the lyrics were awful, I said I didn't like the music but that's because Boyinaband reminded me of Blood On The Dancefloor which I don't like. I've been listening a ton to Panic! At The Disco's This Is Gospel and In The Air by Sean&Bobo. Last one is very good to write party fics.

Zev: I don't mean to make you explode but...this story is far from over. It's only getting started within the next ten chapters.

HU4LIFEBITCHES: I don't even need your username to recognize you. I have different plans for Jordon, Danny and Dylan. Don't worry, you'll love it.

CreepyGirl2468: I once got busted, writing smut, by my boyfriend. The talk afterwards was very awkward. I had wanted to reveal the truth as well but I was waiting for the right moment.