REPLACEMENT ー joey jordison & gn!reader

➌ーThe Other Band and The Sleepover

*TEENAGERS FROM MARS — MISFITS*

*TEENAGERS FROM MARS, AND WE DONT CARE*

"Damnit Joey..pick up!" Chris hissed, glaring at his phone as his call was unanswered once again. The whole van was trying to contact Joey, but we had no luck. The phone just rang and rang, never being answered. "I'm texting him, but he isn't responding." Sid whimpered, and Craig let a huff of impatience.

"Shit! Shit! Joey?! Where-! Oh." Jim yelled, everybody held their breath, but his voice immediately calmed down. He furrowed his eyebrows, frowning deeply. "Right. By 711? Okay. Thanks." Jim spoke stiffly, and hung up as soon as he finished talking. The whole group exploded, everyone asking questions and yelling.

"Listen! Listen! He's at a friend's house, and I guess they were practicing in the basement so Joey didn't hear his phone." Jim sighed, pushing an anxious Sid off him. Everybody in the van calmed down right away, even me. We were all just glad to know that little angry bird was safe, not in any immediate danger. "He lives on Shawn's street, the closest house to 711." Jim told Craig, and he began driving quicker.

The original plan was that Craig was just gonna drive around until Paul saw the same van that Joey got in, which seemed impossible now that I thought about it. I'm glad whoever picked up the phone picked it up, even though Corey didn't seem to think so. His jaw was clenched tight, and he stared absentmindedly into the window. "Joey's okay now, Corey. It'll be okay." I mumbled, patting Corey's hand. He just continued staring out the window.

"Oh my god, of course it's them." Corey inhaled sharply as Craig parked. After a bit of shuffling and mumbling the whole band got out of the van. Corey seemed to be holding his breath. "Woah woah! What's with all the guys? We getting jumped?" A guy guffawed, squeezing Joey's waist jokingly. Joey chuckled, sipping from a little juice box. Everyone stared at Joey, he was the main attraction today it seemed.

The unfamiliar guys sat on chairs on the lawn, as if waiting for us. A guy with dreads shared a couch shaped lawn chair with Joey, his arm still around Joey's waist. The guy had a lazy smile on his face, a guitar standing up against the chair. Two other guys had guitars as well, their eyes scanning us. A different guy, who had sunglasses, held a bass in his hands.

"Another juice, skunk?" One of the guitarists smiled pleasantly, holding about ten juice boxes in his lap and another one in his hand. Joey nodded, as if he was always referred to by that name, and started reaching for it. "Joey!" Corey suddenly screamed, and everybody jumped at his loud voice. Joey jumped the most. Everyone's eyes turned to Corey as he tugged on his hair stressfully.

"What the fuck! We all thought you got kidnapped, you didn't say a word to us about where you were going, and you're just sitting here sipping on apple juice with Jonathan Davis and his little shit band?!" Corey pointed at the guy, Jonathan, as he yelled. Jonathan's grip on Joey's waist tightened, and Joey rolled his eyes.

"You aren't my mom, Corey. None of you are. My bad you guys were stressed, alright? I didn't know you all would have a spasm if I left you for like ten minutes." Joey scoffed, making the apple juice guy chuckle lightly as he drank from his straw. Corey looked like he was about to tear his blonde hair out, so I gently took his hands away from his hair. "Joey doesn't have to just hang out with you guys anyways, Chino and his band were here earlier too. It's not a big deal." Jonathan muttered, and Corey shuddered.

"Nobody said it was a big deal." Jim retorted, attempting to stick up for the blonde, and the other band began laughing hysterically. Joey even laughed a bit, hiding his mouth behind his hand. "It's not a big deal? You guys called like ten million times! Leave the poor boy alone." The guy with the bass smirked, leaning back in his chair. I could see Paul clenching his jaw in the corner of my eye.