You read the tile right. Hopefully if wattpad isn't a shit head, it'll let me publish this with no problems.

Thanks to one of you, Coby's back, with a few changes! Needless to say, I hope you enjoy!

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Club life could get overwhelming for some, but not for those that love all of the loud music, neon lights, and nights of bad choices.

"How do you do it!?" The club goers would always ask him, praising him for each song he played.

The DJ shrugs his shoulders, a lazy smirk on his face. "I just play my tunes off my phone, then mix it up a bit. Nothin' to it."

He moved out years ago, wanting to take his own career path. Leaving behind his friends just to start over, and even grow up a bit. He worked at a little hair salon for a long time, but overtime he grew bored with it, even with his God given talent with scissors.

Once he'd gotten all the money he needed, he moved on to one of the local clubs back in his home state Nevada. He'd still do haircuts on the side, just to get some extra cash if he needed it.

The twenty three year old never did have a proper sleep schedule, even back with the group of outcasts he used to chill with.

Many girls chased after him, he'd wave them off. Yeah, he'd have a drink with them a few times if they bought him one. But his love life wasn't exactly exciting.

Aside from a few flings here and there, in the past. But nothing past that. He didn't really care honestly. He was worn out after hours of standing and blasting loud beats for the rowdy crowds.

So, after being gone for so long, it surprised them all when he tossed his suitcases at the door before passing out in the living room of the same mansion he lived in years ago.

"Uh, hi Coby?" Cupid says in the morning, lifting a brow at the green haired male who didn't even bother to take his shoes off last night.

"He's been passed out there all night." Fear replies from the recliner. A teacup in his hand and a disapproving look on his face.

"The dumbass still has a key..?" Lockheart asks, leaning against the kitchen doorway, a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

Cupid hums. "Should we wake him up?"

The red head shrugs his shoulders, returning to the kitchen without another word. Fear doesn't respond, still looking as irritated as usual.

Cupid sighs. "As usual... I have to do everything my self.." The angel walks over to the sleeping male and grabs him by the shoulders, shaking him.

There's a groan, followed by a snore. The green haired male shoves the angel with his left hand.

A snake tattoo? That wasn't there before. It was a green pit viper, wrapped all around his forearm, a sleeve of other tattoos under it.

"Wake up idiot!" Cupid huffs, shaking him again. "Coby, wake up!"

"Ugh.." The tall male yawns, rolling onto his side, the red triangle shaped sunglasses he wore were crooked on his face.

Cupid crosses his arms, looking down at his old friend with a look of annoyance. Coby sighs before fixing his shades.

"Mornin' Cc.. Uh.. Am I still hungover? Or did you get taller?" He asks, blowing his green locks out of his eyes.

"No, I have horns now. Do you have any idea what time it is?" The angel frowns.

"Horns huh? Always knew you were an evil little shit..  Uh.. Nine am? I.. Guess I only slept for four hours then.." He yawns again, sitting up to hold the side of his head.

Cupid looks over his attire, his clothes were a little wrinkled from sleeping in them. The DJ wore a green fishnet shirt with a black crop top over it, a black and green checkered belt. A pair of head phones were around his neck, he wore ripped purple jeans, and a snake tooth necklace.

"I take it you were out late?" The pink haired male says, based on his attire, and the body glitter, and the smell of alcohol and cheap cologne he had to been out at a bar or something.

"Yeah.. Its.. My job. I'm a DJ now, fuck my head hurts.. How did I even get here? My apartment isn't even near here.." Coby groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Fear sighs. "Must I remind you the drunken phone calls you left me? When did you even move back here?"

"A month ago? I was gonna surprise you guys since its been.. Fuck I don't even know.." Coby moves to stand, he wobbles a little.

"I'll make you some coffee, is Lockheart hasn't drank it all, then you can explain your sudden visit." Cupid says, leading him to the kitchen.

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The six of them all reunited again, sitting at the kitchen table.

Cupid sets the warm coffee and pain killers by the hungover snake eyed male.

Five sets of eyes were all on him, Fear still having a face of disapproval, Lockheart looking at him with his same resting bitch face, Asher and Hallow looked at him in surprise.

"Vwhat brings you back here? Its been months." Hallow is the first one to speak, resting his arms on the table.

Coby smirks playfully. "Good to see you went to hot topic.. The emo look looks good on ya. Fear you look taller.. Lockheart, you look like a dickhead as always." He laughs.

The fallen angel replies with a middle finger.

The viper shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno, just missed you guys honestly? Kinda sucksss being out and about without you dumbasses keepin' me company."

"Why'd you leave then?" Asher asks.

Coby looks down at his coffee cup, it now being empty. His head not pounding as much as it was before. "Needed a change of pace, grew up a bit, jobs and shit, but I could never really leave you guys. We're a weird family."

Cupid smiles at that. "Well you know you're always welcome here."

"This is too fucking mushy for my liking.. But I guess... I missed beating your ass in Mario kart." Lockheart has a genuine grin, it honestly kind of creeps out the others to see him smile for once.

Fear taps his nails on the table. "Just keep yourself out of trouble.. Don't do anything you'd regret."

Coby chuckles. "Fear you're as nice as always. Always seriousness with you isn't it?"

The spider hums. Not looking amused in the slightest.

"Oookay.. Is my room the same?" Coby asks, changing the topic.

Hallow nods. "Same as you left it, but uh.. Where the hell did your snakes go?" He points out, noticing the very lack of reptiles on his friends head.

"Oh that.. Uh I shaved my head a while back, I'm still part reptile myself. Greenie should be in her to go cage. I brought her with me." He replies.

Artsy joins them in the kitchen, a very familiar bright green snake in her hands. "I got her. Good to see you again Cobs." She smiles.

Coby smiles softly, stepping out of his chair, he walks over to her and wraps his arms around her shoulders in an embrace.

She hugs him back with her free arm. "Welcome back you green shit." She laughs.

End..! I hope you enjoyed. Coby can now be requested again! I missed his dumbass honestly.

See you all in the next one! -Xoxo-Artsy.