Before I Forget.

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[taylor]
   
    I sulked up the stairs towards Joeys room. The house we lived in was pretty big but it definitely wasn't fancy. I mean it was pretty much on the verge of falling apart alone, throw in 9 guys and it was a recipe for disaster. There were 6 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and a basement where we did all of our recording. Shawn and Paul both had their families to look after so they didn't live in the house along with Craig who preferred to live in his apartment alone. Even though Shawn, Craig, and Paul  didn't live in the house they all spent a majority of their time with the rest of us. Honestly it was a miracle the house hadn't fell on top of us yet between us jamming out in the basement to the countless fights, parties, small fires and explosions, and holes (all courtesy of Sid)
    I stepped over the couple of stairs that weren't very sturdy and found myself at the top of the stairs staring at Joeys door. I sighed and stepped in front of it and knocked. I heard Joey rustling around a bit before he spoke. "What?" He said through the other side of the door. "I- uh. It's me." I said and heard some more shuffling and a big sigh. Joey opened the door, he was wearing the same basketball shorts and a black hoodie. His hair was still wet and fell into his face a bit. God he's so attractive. "Can I come in." I asked and Joey nodded after a bit of thinking. He moved aside and I stepped in not knowing what to do. Joey shut the door, his room wasn't very big but none of our rooms were. He only had his bed and a desk (his drum kit was in the basement) There were records and cds laying in the corner of the room in semi-near piles. Dirty clothes, makeup, empty cans, and nail polish bottles were scattered across the floor.
    Joey crossed the room and sat at his desk which was just as messy as the floor. Papers with drumming patterns and guitar riffs scribbled on them were covering the top of the desk, along with a cd player and some other nic knacks. Some papers had crude doodles on them, I saw a clown with a disk for a nose which made me snort. "What?" Joey asked, "The drawing." I said pointing to the paper with the clown on it. He muttered an "Oh" and spun around in his chair. "Soooo," I tried to spark up a conversation to ease some of the awkward tension that filled the room. "I came to apologize for what I said." I put simply just wanting to get to the point, Joey nodded. "I know. I heard Paul and Jim yelling at you." He laughed a bit. "Oh, yeah." I said rubbing the back of my neck. "I just..hate when you do that to yourself, Joe. And before you can call me a hypocrite, I stopped after what happened..." I trailed off making sure Joey was following along. When I saw he was I continued. "Look what I said was outta line I can admit to that. But you can't keep ignoring this, I won't let you because I know what it's like to be going through shit and not talk about it. It builds up inside you until you can handle it anymore and you end up doing something you'll regret, believe me, Joey."
    I was basically pleading with him at this point. "Please, please try to stop. I'll help you. All of us will help you, we're all fucked up Joe.  That's what makes us, us. But we don't have to let it consume us." I gripped Joeys jaw gently and made him face me, his eyes were filed with guilt and tears. "I know I don't know your full story but I want too. I want to know every detail, I want to know you. The good and the bad, all of it. I want to know every single piece of you." I looked in his eyes, unwavering and he looked back with the same intensity which made my knees weak and my stomach turn. "Every part?" Joey asked smugly raising the lack of eyebrow. All trace of sadness or guilt was gone.  Oh fuck it. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me closing the little space we had between us and placed my lips to his. There was no hesitation from Joey as he cupped my face and deepened the kiss. He  tasted of cigarettes and cheap coffee and lust. My hand traveled down to his hoodie and I grabbed a fistful of it and pulled him out of the chair which chased him to let out a small noise of surprise.
    I smirked into the kiss before he did the same to my shirt and pulled me down to his height. "You're hot babe but I'm not a bottom." Joey practically growled into my ear sending chills down my spine. He kissed me but something was different, the kiss was hungrier, more needy. Joey backed up so we hit the bed and pushed me onto it before taking his hoodie of and throwing to the floor. Holy shit. Is this really happening?!

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