AN: So, I was almost all the way through German class when I remembered 'Hey, dumbass, instead of sitting here doing nothing, you could type up the shit you wrote in Anatomy and post it'. So...yeah.
Like I said. I wrote this in Anatomy. Meaning? I wasn't really going to post it, I just wanted to seem like I was doing my work while I was ignoring the fucking idiots in class with me.
As such, here. Have fun.
Enjoy hell.
The morning had been slow. Even for Danny. Coming off tour had been nice, but he had to admit that he missed the others' noise, just slightly.
They had a week left before they'd be meeting to work on their album, though.
What he hadn't expected was the silence to end by someone hitting the table as they sat across from him in the half-empty coffee shop.
"Well, what do you know, it's my little replacement."
Danny bit back a groan of complaint, keeping his expression carefully blank. Even so, he felt cold eyes watching him as he checked the time.
"What do you want?" Danny asked.
Aron shrugged. "Just trying to see what's so different. I saw that whole mess of insults from some of the fans. I'm trying to see if they're right."
Danny wanted to ask which group of insults, he'd gotten plenty since he'd joined Hollywood Undead, but he refrained. "Any luck?" No, don't give him an opening to fuck with your head, he thought.
Aron shrugged again. "All I see is a person who takes their shit and moves on." he said, his voice sounding slightly different than before.
Danny shrugged, not sure how to respond. "Fuck, you ain't total shit." Aron finally decided aloud.
And just like that, Danny regretted wanting something interesting to happen that day.
But by the end of the conversation, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
It was strange. He'd known Aron to be a douche, but he was being...bearable for a change, and it just didn't add up in his mind. But then, he wouldn't complain when he was finally at peace.
Of course, Aron managed to agitate him by stealing the frontman's phone before they left.
When they parted ways, Danny heard his phone go off and glanced at it.
"You ain't shit. It was a pleasure to get inside your head, Danny. I'd like to do it again sometime."
Danny huffed. The fucker had managed to put his number in.
He didn't answer, but he did feel slightly grateful at the fact he had time to think before getting around he guys. He'd need it. That much he was sure of.
Well...this is shit. Sorry. But It's what I have from writing to escape fucking idiots.
Hope you enjoyed.
If you wanna see something, a certain pairing in a drabble, or a situation...please let me know.
See you on the flip side, soldiers.