tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

3. plus one

'knife prty' - deftones

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- second person POV -

You woke up with on a cushiony surface with a light weight on top of you.

'That's odd, I don't remember unlocking my house. Come to think of it, I don't even remember getting home.'

You rubbed your squinting eyes as you sat up and looked around. You laid back down with a huff before trying to remember last night through your splitting headache.

'Ugh, my breath smells horrible.'

Then it suddenly clicked. The bar, the band, the ride home. You felt yourself start to blush as you remembered sitting on Joey's lap. He probably carried you inside, that's how you ended up here. A smile creeped onto your face.

'No shut up, don't think like that, he only did it because he didn't want your drunk ass on the floor.'

'He likes you. He likes you so much. He wanted to be near you.'

The two voices fought in your head as you got up and folded the blanket.

"He couldn't possibly like me, especially for getting drunk the second time we've met ever. Good impression (Y/N)." You mentally smacked yourself in the face.

You shooed the voices out of your head as you prepared a coffee for yourself like any other morning. You decide to pull out your phone.

*2 new messages from 'dread-head'*

*1 new message from 'cat luvr'*

*1 new message from 'mickey mouse'*

You decide to open the text from Corey first.

dread-head: hey (Y/N), got ur keys, pickup when u wanna :)
dread-head: also we don't have band practice today

you: thanks and no worries! ill b over inna bit

You text him back before opening Joey's.

cat luvr: hiya (Y/N), hope u had a good sleep, let me know how u feel -joey

You smiled at his message.

you: morning joey, i'm ok, very tired tho. thank u for dropping me off last night. i'm sorry i didn't talk much on the way home.

Lastly, you opened Mick's message.

mickey mouse: joey and corey dropped you home alright? all safe?

you: yes DAD 🙄

You giggle at your message before putting your phone onto the bench, pouring yourself some coffee. As you started making your way back to the couch with your drink in hand, you heard a ding from your phone.

dread-head: all good, no need to knock, just come inside and yell out

you: easy

You run out of your house, grabbing your phone and wallet, and made your way next door. You quickly opened the door and let Corey know you've picked the keys. He replies as you close the door behind you.

'A walk in town sounds nice.' You thought.

- time skip brought to you by Corey's crusty dreads -

An A4 piece of paper caused you to glance twice quickly beside you. The clear and bold writing caught your attention, making you inspect it.

'HELP WANTED'
'Looking for barista at Spirit Cafe'
'No experience needed. Need people quickly!'