Step Inside- Joey Jordison

7.

Y/N POV

I can't believe what's just happened. I have no idea how I fucked things up so badly, but I have really messed everything up. I didn't mean to make Joey upset, I never meant to piss Chris off and I certainly didn't mean to split up a friendship. So much has happened in the last 3 days that I just can't comprehend any of it, I don't really want to either, because then it becomes real.

I spent last night tossing and turning in Corey's bunk, which he so kindly offered up when he was absolutely shitfaced after last night's war. Last I checked, he was passed out in the doorway of the bus after needing to vomit and massively failing to get inside the bus, so just inadvertently accepting his fate to sit on the stairs of the bus and vomit down himself, but that was a good 4 hours ago now. During the whole ordeal, I lay in his bunk unable to sleep, either because I couldn't stop crying, or because the boys were partying all night. Either way, I don't think I slept more than 20 minutes in total, but also I might have just passed out from exhaustion and not been able to tell.

I attempt to check the time in some way shape or form, but realise that there isn't a clock, watch or cellphone in sight. I also don't want to be seen by anyone as of right now, that isn't Corey because they will probably dump my sorry ass out in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even tell you what state we were in, but I am pretty sure we've made it to Chicago. Suddenly, the realisation that I am very, very far from home begins to set in. Luckily, I have this new merch girl role or something, so I can save enough money for me to hop on a flight back, as soon as humanly possible. Even if I had to leave at the dead of night, it would mean I couldn't cause any more arguments.

Suddenly, I am snapped out of thought by a very irritated Mick,

"Why are you in Corey's fucking bunk? Do you have any idea what you've caused? You have some audacity." Mick says, attempting not to scream at me but still growling at me, which is already enough to scare me.

"I know, I really am fucking sorry, I don't know why I ever fell into this whole ordeal. I never meant to hurt anyone!" I reply, biting my tongue to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.

Mick rolls his eyes, and when they flicker back onto me, they're filled with anger, "It is way too fucking late for your shitty apologies. I suggest that if you don't want me and the rest of the guys to kick you off this bus, that you fucking talk to Joey, and then get to folding and selling our fucking merch, got it?"

I nod silently, and he walks away and out of the bus. I let one tear fall out of my left eye, and quickly wipe it away as I roll out of the bunk. Getting onto my feet, I re-adjust my entire being and manage to stand straight, contemplating my entire life's choices up until now. He's right, this entire thing is my fault. I do need to apologise, but I truly don't think I have the heart to admit everything to Joey. Granted, that is suuuper selfish of me, I am aware, but I've always been good at tiptoeing around honesty and getting away with it. I just use whatever natural looks and personality traits I have been gifted, butter people up and voila! Natural charm and swagger, and it always works for some reason.

I straighten my clothes I am still wearing from last night with a flat palm and hope for the best. As I look up, I see a very deshevelled Corey,

"Hey, sleep okay?" he asked, his voice all gravelly. Fuck, that struck a chord. He sounded so good.

I nod silently, flashing a smile back at him, as I watch him approach me.

He leans against the bunks on his left side, and ran his fingers through his hair, flashing a smile back, "I didn't wake you up at all did I? Apparently I was vomiting and crashing around pretty loud."

"I mean, you were a bit loud but, I didn't sleep much anyways. Couldn't stop thinking about...you know." I say, trailing off as I see him looking deep into my eyes.