tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

12. hair dye

'anatomy of erineyes' - scar the martyr

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You awoke the next morning on a soft mattress, pulling the hair away from your face slowly whilst keeping your eyes closed. After rolling over onto your side, you could already tell that it wasn't your normal mattress; the one you were very used to in Chris and Sid's room was very squeaky. Even the slightest movements would trigger many springs to creak loudly, but this one was different. You came to the realisation that you were in someone else's bed. Your eyes slowly opened to see a room filled with band posters and dark decorations everywhere. In front of your face was a certain red and black haired boy, fast asleep.

You smiled, watching as Joey breathed in and out slowly, letting air gently escape out of his nose silently. You quietly got up, careful not to awaken him. The brilliant display of his room made you stare in awe, recognising different bands and movies on the walls. You eventually headed out and quietly made your way around the house, heading into Chris and Sid's room and grabbing a change of clothes. After changing out of last nights outfit into your new one, you dumped your old clothes into the laundry basket. You felt a vibration from your phone, making you pull it out of your pocket and looking at the screen.

7:24am
INCOMING CALL: JUST JON

You smiled at the contact name before walking outside quickly and hitting accept. The golden rays of light hit your eyes, making you squint as you raised the phone to your ear.

"Hey Jon." You groggily say, rubbing your eyes.

"Sup (Y/N)! How are you?" A very happy voice replied back, making you smile.

"Good but it's fuckin' freezing out here.." You shiver, looking around.

"Mm, no shit.. Hey, nice party last night."

"Yeah it was pretty fun! Definitely one to remember." You say, kicking clumps of snow with your boots.

"I don't think I can even remember anything from last night. I just know I drank a shit ton.." He laughs. You both giggle as a silence stands over the phone.

"Oh so, uh.. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for a little bit? Just to hang out. You could also meet the rest of the band if you want?" Jon speaks again, making
you perk up.

"Yeah, that sounds good! What time should I come over?"

"We'll pick you up. Is that alright?"

"If it's no trouble, then I'd love a ride." You smile.

"You'd love a what?" A smirk leaving his lips on the other side of the phone.

"Oh shut up, I'll see you soon." You roll your eyes as you hang up, making your way inside to grab your guitar. You pass Mick who had just woken up and was making coffee in the kitchen. You grab your guitar from the basement and walk back upstairs.

"Mick, if anyone asks where I am, I'm hanging with Jon for a bit. You know Jon?" You ask.

"Yeah, Davis, I know him. Have fun. Stay safe." He says, pouring the coffee into his glass. You exit the house after throwing a coat on and grabbing your guitar, closing the front door behind you as you walked to the sidewalk. You kicked some snow away and sat down next to your guitar case, waiting for Jon to arrive.