tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

9. frozen lake

'after dark' - mr kitty

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You came to the next morning surrounded by heat, feeling a presence behind and in front of you. You hadn't opened your eyes yet, but you could feel yourself on a soft mattress along with a blanket on top of you. Your eyes fluttered open as the sunrays peeked through the blinds which were partially opened, letting light fill the room. You realised that it was Chris in front of you, his back facing you. You turned your head to see Sid, who was facing you. Both of them were still asleep. You checked the time on your phone. 7:23am.

You stretched in bed before carefully pulling the covers away from you, slipping out from the warm pocket without disturbing the two. You grabbed some comfy clothes before going into the bathroom and putting them on; a pair of (F/C) baggy cargo pants with a (F/B) t-shirt. You shoved a pair of Adidas runners onto your feet before walking back out and into the living room.

"Good morning (Y/N), for real this time." A voice chuckles.

It was Paul, he was watching TV by himself on the couch.

"Hey Paulie." You smiled, sitting down next to him. He flicks through the channels, looking for something to watch, although there wasn't much on.

"No one else is awake yet and I'm bored out of my fuckin' mind." He said, still staring at the screen. You watched as he bit his lip piercing in annoyance, a frustrated look plastered onto his face. You hummed as you thought about what you could do today.

"Do you wanna go to a café maybe?" You suggested. He smiles before turning off the TV.

"That actually sounds pretty nice."

You smiled at him before the two of you got up and off the couch, collecting things before leaving. You grabbed your wallet and made sure you had some money inside. You grabbed your hoodie from the couch and shoved your head through it, patting it down your body as Paul emerged from his room again, putting a large jacket on. You quickly had an idea, reaching for a spare piece of paper nearby and pulling out the sharpie you always kept in your back pocket, scribbling down some words.

'Gone to café, b back in a bit :) Xx - (F/L/N) + P'

You smiled as you put the lid back onto your pen and put it in your pocket, leaving the note on the kitchen table. Paul stood at the door, holding it open for you as you quickly jogged outside. He closed the door and caught up with you, the two of you walking together and making your way to the sidewalk. The sun hadn't rised yet, so everything was sort of dark still. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, watching as your breath became visible in the cold air.

"How did it get to winter already. I mean, I fucking love it, but Jesus." You muttered, attempting not to stutter from your cold and trembling lips. Although the snow hadn't hit yet, the season had noticeably changed.

"No clue dude. Time fuckin' flies." Paul replied. He looked down towards you, noticing how much you were shivering. Sure your hoodie and pants were warm but your small structure didn't help at all. He wrapped an arm around you, keeping his hand in his jacket pocket so that you were ingulfed into it as well. You giggled as you looked up to him.

"Thanks." You smiled up at him. He chuckles back as the two of you keep walking together. Eventually, you stepped inside to the warm café, feeling the heat blast onto your face as you walked in. You remembered the scent you hadn't smelt for months.

"Oh my god." You mumbled, letting a sigh leave your mouth. You took your hands out from your pockets and rubbed them together, letting the heated air warm up your shivering hands. You glanced behind you to see Paul closing the door, obviously feeling the warmth as well.