Joey POV:
So... After almost an hour of crying my lungs out and worrying about Corey, I got a phone call by Sid and tapped on the green answer call button. "H...hi..." I stuttered, tears ruining my tone.
Sid: Joey, are you crying?
Joey: *continuing crying*
Sid: Joey... What's wrong?
Joey: *sniff* I'm just worried about Corey, that's all.
Sid: I understand Joey... Don't worry, Mick and I are at Corey's and we just had a serious conversation with him. Lets hope he doesn't do that no more.
Joey: What are you expecting..? He's probably gonna keep doing this shit, y'know. *sniff*
Sid: Aw, Joey... I understa-
Corey: is this Joey you're talking to??
Sid: Corey, I-
Corey: *snatches phone from Sid* Joey...
Joey: C...Corey... Im sorry! *cries*
Corey: No Joey don't cry, I'll be okay as long as I have you.
Joey: And that you said, you're just gonna keep doing this to yourself. Im so fucking worried about you!
Corey: I'm sorry.. I'll try not to do it again since you seem to be there all the time for me.
Joey: Yeah, please just stop. I love you so much.
Corey: I love you too. Now stop crying and dry those tears from your beautiful eyes.
Joey: I...I can't control it.... *cries more*
Corey: Breathe. Breathe along with me.
As Corey said that, I tried breathing along with him but my emotions are too fucking strong that it broke it down.
Joey: *Breaks down* I can't do it!
Corey: Oh...
Joey: I'm so sorry Corey, I can come to your house if you want!
Corey: Please do... I need you, you are the Angel to my hellhole world.
Joey: I...I'll be there... Just wait..
Corey: I will. Now dry your tears and wash your face, don't worry about me and worry about yourself first.
Corey ended the call and I got ready. I used some tissues and toilet paper to wipe my tears and blow my nose. I washed my face so I didn't look like I was crying or what so ever, and put on my eyeliner. I drove to Corey's house and ring his doorbell. As he opened it and let me inside, we hugged each other. Very tightly.
As Corey closes the door, he looked down at me and smiled. I didn't smile back because of how sad and worried I felt, I don't want to lose him. He's like the most important friend of mine.
"Please stay the night with me." He sighed and placed his hand to my back. "I will." I finally smiled. "By the way, where's Sid and Mick?" I asked. "They left already." Corey responded. "Oh."
"Are your cuts bandaged..?" I asked, still worried. "They are, Mick bandaged them." He answered. "That's good." I smiled. He took my hand and we went to his bedroom.
We sat on his bed and wrapped each other in arms. "We both go through hard times..." I sighed. "I know." Corey smiled, but his eyes were closed sad. "It's hot... Do you mind me taking off my sweater..?" He asked. "I don't mind." I replied, being supportive.
He he lifted up his sweater revealing his arms, my heart dropped. The bandages were bloody under and it was only like 30% of white spots. "Oh god..." I gasped. "I'm sorry you have to go through that!" I cried. Corey hugged me and smiled. "I'm okay now." He breathed. A tear roll down my eye, I hate being so sensitive.
"Mind if I massage you a bit since you seem to have a hard time?" I questioned, not expecting or hoping a yes from him. "I don't mind." He patted my head. And that's what I did, I massaged his back. He seems really calm when I'm with him, he loves me. A whole lot. And when we need each other, we're here for each other. Sweet.
Corey POV:
Joey.. I love you so fucking much you care for me so much like I care for you. You're the one I'm living for and we were made for each other.
He's so mine... I would stop hurting myself for him since it hurts him and I don't like seeing him like this.. I would his 6 feet underground for him. He's so beautiful and loving.
We spend the day together. I performed for him with my guitar and singing since my singing calms him and took a nap with him. He's very beautiful in my arms and when he lays his head on my chest, I feel so relaxed and feel like there's a reason to be living.
How did I get so lucky...❤️
I won't let anyone have you, Joey.
