tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

15. trouble

'4th of july' - soundgarden 

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- THE NEXT DAY -

The campfire was burning high in the cool night air as the ten of you surrounded the flame, cozied up in pajamas and hot chocolate. The crackle of the fire was emitting softly as Chris was busy telling a story.

"And legend has it, on a night just like this one, the farmer still roams around these very same woods, waiting to capture their next victim." Chris whispered to the group.

"Chris that wasn't scary at all." You smiled, taking a sip from your mug. You were leaning right up against Joey, a blanket spread over the two of you. The rest of the boys snickered at your comment.

"It was so! I pissed myself the first time I heard it when I was like, 11!" He retorted, spilling a bit of his drink onto Clown.

"Good one lame-ass!" Clown shrieked, scooting away from Chris quickly. The group howled with laughter at the scene before them. As the night wore on, many scary stories were being told, slowly putting you on edge oddly enough. Joey seemed to notice your stillness and absence of speech.

"Hey, you okay?" Joey muttered, looking down at you as Sid was in the middle of telling his scary story.

"The stories just make me overthink a bit. How ironic; I love horror movies so much, but the stories scare the shit out of me." You smiled slightly, watching as Sid attempted to scare Mick, who didn't flinch at all. 

"Silly girl," Joey chuckled, rubbing your arm and pulling you closer to him, "It's alright, I'm here."

"What're you gonna do to the monsters, kick them in the shin or something? You're the size of Michael Myers' leg for God's sake." You glance up at him.

"I take back what I said, you're on your own now." He scoffed, a big grin spread across his face. You softly elbowed him, playfully nudging him in the side of his stomach. You both chuckled, realising that you suddenly felt a lot more comfortable. You snuggled into Joey slightly as he squeezed you gently, making your cheeks burn a crimson red as your ear pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Is the fire making your cheeks that red (Y/N)? Or am I doing something to you?" Joey smugly whispered in your ear. You chuckled nervously.

"Yeah- um, the fire's making my cheeks heat up, that's what it is." You mutter, trying to calm yourself down.

"Yeah, and I'm 6 feet tall." He smirks.

"Oh shut up Joey.." You mumble, unable to hold back a smile. You could feel his heart beat speed up slightly, making you grin even wider. The night wore on before you all eventually had enough smores and story times for the evening. You headed back to your room and passed out, feeling your legs tangled with Corey's and Paul's.

- THE NEXT DAY - 

Hectic was an understatement of what it was like inside the cabin. People yelling and running around, things being reorganised, beds being remade. It was 11pm, a time too late to be yelling at each other. You were all packing up and getting your belongings ready for the drive back home, which was more crazy than you imagined it would be.

"(Y/N)! Have you seen my t-shirt?! You know, the one with the red skull on it!" Chris yells from across the house.

"No, I have not seen your fucking t-shirt Chris! Why the fuck would I know where it is, stupid?!" You yelled back.

"Bitch?! You wanna say that to my fucking face?!" Chris yelled. You could tell he was joking around, which encouraged you to push the line.

"Maybe I do!" You replied, walking out of your room and meeting Chris halfway in the hallway. His 6'1 frame stood right over you as he stared down at you. You felt small, but managed to keep a somewhat serious look on your face before you both started cackling loudly. He picked you up and spun you around before shoving you away playfully.