Joe sighed to himself, 'the only thing worse then improv.. was improv with Ethan and Blythe.'
"Thank you," he breathed, nudging Ethan's arm as he turned back to the computer.
'Wait no! His phone is downstairs- where you KILLED HIM,'
Joe turned to Ella with a smirk, "oh, your coming," he teased, leaning into her slightly before he leant over to watch Ethan. If anything were to come up, maybe Joe could accidentally break the computer, maybe he fell coward to fast. It would just.. be a shame..
He looked to Ethan as he sighed, then back to Ella. "What is it?" Joe asked, frowning at the black screen.
'Thank you, thank you!'
"Come on Ethan, you said you were a mastermind?" Joe questioned, leaning over the man. Both people one either side of Ethan as if it was helping him in any way.
'A backup security screen... Evan you sly dog.. you hiding porn? Or.. are you really hiding something bad,' Joe frowned. He bit his lip, "so there's nothing you can do? No codes or.." Joe leant against the counter, really starting to smell himself, eh, she was closed to Ethan, hopefully she just thought it was him. "Do you think.. I don't wanna be dark here.. but- do you think maybe Evan got himself into trouble, because of whatever is on this computer?"
'That's right Joe, distract them,'
Joe was struck, confused, Evan didn't mention any dark secret, even whilst drugged, or protecting Ella, not even while he was beating Joe. It was odd.
Joe raised his eyebrows as Ethan shoved the laptop into his bag,
'Yeah- no that has to stay here Ethan! Don't make me break into your apartment-'
He looked at Ella, she had heart that was for sure. "Sorry Ethan, and yeah.. we understand don't we Ella?" He questioned staring at her intently.
'The morning? No- I need that damn laptop!' He clenched his jaw, which he soon regretted because - ow.
Joe waved off Ethan, thanking him for his time before leaning against the counter, "so what do we do now?" He questioned, staring at the flyer for Steven kings new book set to release next week.
Joe blinked carefully, looking over at her. "No, don't apologise," he sighed, shaking his head gently,
'I need a shower, a pop tart, and yeah.. ice'
"I'm fine.. really, they didn't get me that bad, I swear my skin just bruised easily," he lied, he winced slightly as her gentle touch, her fingers were so calm, soft against his skin. He gladly folded under her touch and allowed her to examine his face, he kept his gaze to the floor, then at her, then back at the floor. But it remained back on her when he noticed she'd been staring at him. The air between them stilled, if of they were the only two people alive.
Joe swallowed quietly, his eyes also glancing at her lips. He could imagine the dreams, if they would live up to it, the real thing of course.
Joe subconsciously leaned in as she stood on her toes, Joe feeling the warm softness of her lips against his. His arms immediately grabbing onto her waist pushing her against him as they kissed. It was fiery, passionate, everything Joe had dreamed off. His breathing started to heavy as she gripped his sweater. Joe moaned gently as he pushed himself a little closer, allowing the kiss to deepen, his eyes fluttered closed, well eye, and he almost lost it when she moaned against him.
He followed with a small whine as she pulled away, his heart needy, wanting. Joes lips red as they formed a smile back, he kept his hands around her waist, his eyes melting into her own.
He gave her a toothy smile, "that was the best thank you.. I've ever gotten," he breathed, slowly letting his hands fall away from her, "let me. Walk you home," he insisted, his hand grabbing hers. Grabbing the keys Ethan had left on the counter to close up.
*
It was eight. Joe was watching the time, he'd showered, and changed into less humiliating clothes. After the kiss, he'd also needed some alone time. Zipping his pants up with an annoyed expression, 'oh yes.. horny after a single, mind tingling kiss, your mother would be proud,'
He leant over to put the rest of the pop tart in his mouth before playing his record, checking the time on his watch before leaving his apartment. He stopped. Eyeing Paco, he was on the stairs, reading a book Joe had given him.
'Shit, he didn't.. hear that right-'
"Hey Paco," Joe smiled,
Paco looked up at him. "Hey Joe.." he said quietly, "moms fighting with Ron again," he said quietly, both looking to the muffled screaming coming from the door, "hey, I'll tell you what," he kneeled down, "I have to go out, but, tomorrow I'll bring you some ice cream? Yeah?" Joe smiled, Paco gave him a grin, "yeah! Thanks Joe!" Joe scuffed the boys hair before standing, "no problem kiddo! I'll see you tomorrow,"
If joe remembered correctly, Blythe and Ethan lived in the bottom building of a duplex. So getting in would be easy, Blythe was useless, so he'd assumed, she had to have one door unlocked.
He quietly opened the side gate, shimming across the path until he reached the first window, peering inside, Star Wars was playing, and the lights were on, no Ethan though.
'Please- do not be having sex,'
He pressed his hands against the window, pushing it upwards. Open.
If he could count on Blythe being something other than a bitch, it was useless.
He gripped the window sill, preparing to hoist himself up, grunting as his bruised stomach slid across the wood. He pulled himself up and over, jumping off of the counter and behind the fridge.
"Ethan! I'm ready!!" Came a sing songy voice from the lounge, 'shit-' Joe pressed himself against the fringe some more, peering out a little,
'Oh, no- nope, this is a crime'
Blythe stood wearing a sexy Jabba the huts prisoner cosplay, "what do you think?" She smirked, spinning around in a circle.
Joe almost threw up on his mouth, Blythe was beautiful, but to Joe, it was like seeing peach in a slutty costume. Not good.
"I hope a strong Jedi knight will save me!" She sighed dramatically, quickly fixing up her bra top, she held the chain in her hand, cheap plastic, Joe knew enough about chains, he could just tell..
he let out a breath before scoping the living room out. There was Ethan's bag, by the door.
'Great.. it's by the door- how am I supposed to get to it,'
He could see the laptop carelessly leant against the door frame.
Joe let out a sigh,
He could hear Ethan's sad attempt at Jedi voices, and he just knew.. Ethan was wearing a Jedi robe. He looked at his watch, he didn't have time for this. Joe watched as they moved to the couch, he took the chance to crawl across the hard wood floors to crouch directly behind the couch. Quietly reaching for the bag.
"Oh! Ethan!" Blythe giggled.
'God.. what have I done to deserve this.. was it the murder? Because.. that doesn't seem like a fair trade,'
Joe dropped down slightly, taking a breath before he leant forward once more, his fingers just scraping the laptop bag. He managed to get ahold of the strap. Pulling it towards him, he tried to ignore the moans behind him, therapy.. he would need therapy. Letting out a sigh of relief when he slipped the laptop out of its bag and under his arm.
Joe breathing became a little heavier as looked around, he needed to get out of here before he was caught. Trying to explain this would be.. not possible, he'd be a pervert, a thief and.. breaking and entering.
They were still going at it on the couch, so Joe took that chance to use whatever power he had to crawl across the floor.
'I can add sore knees to my body problems'
He quickly slid behind the fridge again, eyeing the open window. One more tumble and he was home free. Joe looked over his shoulder. Something he wish he hadn't done but the image was there now. Shivering to himself before he got on his knees, then slid up onto the counter, laptop firmly under his arm as he slid out of the window, leaning against the wall of the house with a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god," he breathed. Firmly clutching the laptop, before he sprinted home. Deciding that he would take ice cream to Paco tonight.
He stopped by a convenience store, holding the bag in his hand as he walked up his building, spotting Paco In his usual spot, still reading.
"Hey, I'm glad your here, it is your lucky night, cookie dough," he held the bag out, Paco taking it thankfully, "Awesome! Thanks Joe!" He smiled, placing his book down. "What's with the laptop,"
"Oh this old thing, my friend was-"
"Paco!"
Joe and Paco turned to see Ron, he was drunk, Joe could smell it. He stormed over to Joe, grabbing his collar and pressing him against the door of his own apartment, "what'd I tell you about talking to my kid,"
Joe tried to exhale the bad breath away from his face, "look- I was just,"
Ron's hand tightened, pressing against joes windpipe,
"What? Just what?! You a kid toucher huh?" He spat,
"Ron get off him!" Paco yelled, visibly upset by the ordeal,
"Shut up, get inside, Paco!" The man yelled, looking down and grabbing the laptop from the man's hands.
'No! No! Don't!'
Without hesitation the man threw it to the floor, stomping on it with his boots, "your a creep! Your a freaky ass pervert, if I see you talking to my kid again, I'm gonna go over there and chop your dick off.. creep," he spat, letting Joe go,
Joe caught his breath, watching the man throw pacos book and ice cream to the hallway, pushing him inside, "what did I say?" He whispered angrily.
Joe coughed. Rubbing his collar bone as he glanced at the laptop, "shit," he breathed, grabbing it and going inside, attempting to open it, the screen was shattered, the buttons had come off, there was no hope.
'Now I can't learn your secrets, even if I wanted to..'
