REPLACEMENT ー joey jordison & gn!reader

➋ーCarne Asada Fries and Arguments

*JELLYBELLY — SMASHING PUMPKINS*

*TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER YOU MAKE IT SO YOU'LL NEVER GIVE IN TO YOUR FOREVERS*

"The teacher's voice gives me a headache." Shawn groaned, holding his head as we walked out of class. I chuckled, shaking my head at him. "You're gonna get tacos with us, right? C'mon it's across the street. Since we got out late everyone else is already there." Shawn huffed, taking my hand and practically dragging me across the middle of the street.

"Shawn the traffic is horrible here! You're going to get us ran over!" I complained, but Shawn kept dragging me. The street was wide, fitting six cars in a row, but luckily for us it was pretty empty besides the three cars that passed by and honked at us. When we finally made it across the street to the parking lot with the taco shop Shawn let go of my hand, we quickly walked into the taco place together.

"Y/N! Shawn! Hurry up!" Sid screamed, waving his arms. A few people muttered around him, looking at us. Shawn grumbled to himself as we walked over to the group. I sat next to Corey, who grinned at me and ruffled my hair like an older brother. In lots of ways Corey felt like my older brother, he acted like an older brother and he was at my house so much he practically lived there as my older brother. However, he wasn't my older brother. We weren't even related, unfortunately.

"We ordered food already, since you both took so damn long." Joey scoffed, messing with the ends of his hair. He stared right at me, looking almost accusingly with his big eyes. Corey noticed, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Our teacher wanted to finish her lecture." I muttered, to nobody in particular, and Joey rolled his eyes. I made a face, which Corey saw.

"Stop being such a dick, Joey. Y/N hasn't done anything to you." Corey suddenly snapped, and Joey's hands flew up in disbelief. The whole table stopped talking, watching and waiting to see Joey's response. "He didn't do anything." Paul spoke defensively, since Joey didn't say anything. Now Corey scoffed, making a face of annoyance.

"Stop trying to start a fucking fight, Paul." Jim grimaced. Sid and I made eye contact, and he looked anxious as hell. I wasn't sure if they were arguing because of me, or it was more personal. By the look on Jim and Corey's face, it looked personal. "I'm not trying to start anything, Jim. Joey didn't do shit, so Corey needs to get off of Joey's dick!" Paul retorted loudly. And that was the final straw.

Joey stood up, quickly leaving out the door as everyone in the table began yelling. Chris covered his ears, scrunching his face up. "Paul don't leave! Paul!" Sid called as Paul angrily got up and walked out after Joey. A young girl timidly walked up to the table, and I turned to her with an apologetic smile. "Hi..um..can you please tell them to settle down? You might get kicked out, and also the food is ready." The girl spoke shyly, looking embarrassed.

I flushed, nodding and apologizing profusely. She scurried away, and I turned to the table. "Hey! HEY! The food is ready, and stop yelling so loud. They're gonna kick us out." I shook my head, and the whole group settled down. Craig silently got up and went to the get our food, leaving the band to silently wait as he left.

"I'm sorry." Corey muttered to me, and I shook my head. I could see wet streaks down his face, he had let a few tears out. "You didn't do anything Corey, you're fine. Nothing bad happened, I think, it was just an argument. I know you get worked up sometimes." I soothed the blonde, rubbing his back as comfortingly as I could. Another tear, but this time it stuck to the bottom of his chin. I gently wiped it away.

"I just feel bad for yelling. Joey's being so salty and it sucks. If you don't wanna be in our band I understand, you must think I'm so immature." Corey sniffled, rubbing his eyes. Jim looked at us somberly, tilting his head, most likely wondering if he should say something. I shook my head, and luckily Craig came with the food. "I don't mind, I still wanna be in the band. And look, the food's here. I thought carne asada fries were your favorite?" I smiled, and Corey's head perked up a bit at the sight of the carne asada fries.

"They are my favorite. Thanks Craig." Corey chuckled dryly, picking up the white tray with the fries and getting a fork. He offered me one, and I gratefully took it. We ate the fries together, neither of us talking as the conversation at the table flowed smoothly. Pretty soon the fries were all gone, and the rest of the guys were still eating. "Me and Y/N are gonna go outside and wait, alright?" Corey told the remaining guys at the table, and they nodded as me and Corey got up.

We walked outside, sitting on the curb. Corey took out a cigarette pack, taking one and offering another to me. I smiled, taking it from him and getting out my lighter. I lit our cigarettes, and we inhaled at the same time. I heard shuffling behind me, so I turned around. I raised my eyebrows and elbowed Corey, who turned to look as well. He looked just as skeptical.

"Hi Corey. Y/N. I wanted to apologize. I was wrong for yelling." Paul looked down at us, frowning. Neither of us said anything, so Paul gently sat down on the curb next to me. I couldn't help but frown as well, Paul looked so upset. "Oh, it's alright man. Don't beat yourself up." I sighed, patting Paul's hand. He smiled shyly, making me shake my head with a smile.

"Where'd Joey go?" Corey asked, peeking at Paul. The frown was immediately back on Paul's face, and he looked pained. His expression changed a bit before he answered, but he still ended up looking upset. "Fuck! I don't know, I'm scared for him. Joey just got into a random car! I saw them pull over and they talked a bit, Joey looked at me since I was a few strides away from him..and he just got in the car!" Paul sniffled, patting his eyes before the tears could fully leak through.

Corey's eyebrows shot up, and he stood up. He immediately put his cigarette out, quickly walking into the shop. Joey hadn't been the nicest, but my stomach lurched. Poor Corey, I know they were close despite their recent quarrels. I stood up, putting my cigarette out as well. Paul got up, and the entire band exited the shop. "Get in." Mick commanded, his voice was loud but I could still hear the anxiety behind it. Craig unlocked a black van, and we all piled in.

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where's waldo? more like wheres joey. i hoped you enjoyed this chapter!! please let me know if there's any mistakes