tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

14. rooftop

'rosemary' - deftones

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Your eyes fluttered open to darkness, only a sliver of light peeking from underneath the door crack. You tilted your head up to look around, realising that you were still in the closet from last night. You heard Joey groan slightly from behind you. His grip around your waist had never left.

"Good morning." Joey mumbled, his face still pressed against your back.

"Morning." You reply. You heard him yawn before shuffling slightly.

"The fuck are we?" He muttered, also tilting his head up.

"The closet. From truth or dare last night." You said, turning to face him.

"Oh yeah." A smile leaving his lips. He looked up at you, making you smile back at him.

"You're cute. Now let's get outta here." Joey said, hoisting himself up. He held out a hand and pulled you up beside him, both emerging out of the closet after putting your masks back on. You saw Mick, who was sipping coffee, and Clown, who was cooking bacon and eggs. The rest of the guys must've been asleep still.

"Holy shit you're alive. We thought you guys died in there when you didn't come back out." Clown groggily said, surprised to see you and Joey.

"Understandable. What time is it?" You ask, rubbing your eyes through the eye holes of your mask. You watched as Clown checks the oven.

"8:24am" He announced. You pulled the skin under your eye as you saw Joey walk to his shared bedroom out of your peripheral vision.

"Fucking hell, I'm so tired. And I'm not the one with the hangover." You said, chuckling slightly.

"Correct, so quit whining." Mick stated, sipping from his mug again. You felt your smile drop slightly at the response you were definitely not expecting.

"Yeesh Mick. Maybe don't get so drunk next time. Then you won't feel like ass in the morning." You reply, your voice low. There was no response as you walked into the kitchen, Clown side-eyeing you as you put some toast on for yourself.

After buttering it and grabbing a plate, you bit into it on the way down to your shared room, seeing Paul and Corey still laying in bed with a gap in the middle. You made your way over to your suitcase to see your t-shirt that you took off last night neatly folded. You smiled slightly as you reached down and put it back on. You found your phone and picked it up, walking over to the window nearby. You sat on the small ledge by the window and scrolled through your phone whilst occasionally eating your toast. Just as you set the plate down on the floor below you, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, making you jump slightly.

"Morning (Y/N)." Paul groggily said, rubbing his eyes.

"Jesus, you scared me. Good morning by the way." You said, placing a hand to your chest.

"Sorry. Was I too quiet?" He mumbled, feeling bad.

"Nah, don't stress. It's alright. Go have a nice big glass of water." You smiled. He nodded and walked out of the room. You noticed Corey was asleep, despite the noise of the conversation in the room with Paul.

'Heavy sleeper, huh?' You thought.

You smiled to yourself and went back to your phone, continuing to scroll through. Suddenly, you got a notification.

'sammy !! <3'

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sammy !! <3: good morning (Y/N)! we miss you tonnes, hope you're having a nice time! <3