Joey Jordison x Reader

7

So the tour ended now and we're getting back home. We're taking a plane, which I think is fucking terrifying.

So now we're sitting in this goddamn plane, me being scared of a damn Plane crash.
"I swear to god if we end up like Lynyrd Skynyrd imma Fucking kill someone." I said.
"Are you really that scared?" Joey, who was on my left at the window seat, asked, giggling a little. "Yeah dude, do you think I want us to be the next Lynyrd Skynyrd?!"
Joey smiled at me and took my hand, to which I turned bright red.

"When are we landing?" I asked, Corey, who was on my right. "I don't kn- wait a second. Are you guys holding hands?" He asked, nosey as always. "Yeah, you know she's scared of flights." Joey answered quick. "Yeah, sure." Sid, who was behind us, said, probably grinning like a Fucking psycho. "Right." Corey smirked.

"Finally! Jesus fucking Christ." I Said as we walked off the plane. I turned to Joey to see him giggling, again. "How are we gonna get home?" Jim asked.
"I thought you asked someone to pick us up?" Shawn asked him.
"M-me!? No! I thought Paul did!"

As they continued arguing I turned to Joey, who was still holding my hand.
"Y-you can let go of me now..."
"Oh...right." He said as he quickly let go and put his hand in his pocket.

"I saw that." Sid said, just before continuing to argue.

"Guys, calm down, I'm gonna handle that." Joey sighed. So he called someone, not sure who.

"Who'd you call?" Sid asked. "My cousin. He's got this Van. It's a little small, but some of you'll fit in the trunk too, so don't worry." He laughed. "Not again." Sid sighed.

"Yo thanks, dude." Joey said, greeting his cousin. "No problem man." He responded as both of them walked over to us. "Hey, I'm Noah. So you guys are ten...I've got eight seats so three of you will have to get in the trunk, sorry." He said. "Oh, it's fine, we've had that problem a few times. Sid, Paul and Shawn'll fit in there." Joey smirked

"Well, get in then." Noah said, pointing at his Van.