The Freak & The Geek || C.T.

(eighteen)

14 years later

"So that is why I refuse to go on tour with you Joey. I'm really sorry about it and I'm sorry how much of a bitch I was when you tried to ask me out for the past year." I let out a sigh and looked down at my now empty cup of coffee. 

"Babe it's okay, I shouldn't have pried, I should have known better. You've already told me so much about your past. I just really want to get to know you. Pretty rough conversation we had over a date, huh?" Joey tried really badly to make a joke. It worked and I found myself smiling. 

The year was now 2004 and I had found myself falling in love with a man by the name of Joey Jordison. He was a drummer in a band by the name of Slipknot. He was showing me some pictures of him and his band mates on their most recent tour. And there was one face I knew anywhere. 

Corey Taylor. 

Fucker couldn't just be in one band ohhhh noooo. He's got so much talent he has two bands.

I had tried to let him go and leave him in my "previous life" so to speak. I mean come on, he hurt me intentionally. The night I left with my mother was the night I left everyone else behind. I finished my high school courses online and graduated. 

My mom is doing great now. She has her own house and I visit her constantly and usually with Joey because she has grown rather fond of him. I graduated university with a major in Journalism and a minor in Photography. My mother thought I had much more potential when it came to academic studies but she never made me feel like shit for pursuing things I enjoyed such as writing and art. 

"It's alright Joey, I'm just getting used to opening up again is all. I'm sorry for yelling and crying and being a bitch. I'll think about coming with you on your next tour okay?" I offered. 

He leaned in and kissed my lips softly. "You don't have to babe. I wouldn't if I were you. I can't believe Corey would do that to you. I mean yeah he's an asshole at times and his drug addictions are getting worse but I didn't think he'd be that obnoxious back then." 

"He sounds like he hasn't changed." I admitted. 

He sighed. "It's unfortunate, but you're probably right." 

I couldn't help but smile sadly. Some things didn't change I guess.

"You know what Joey? Fuck it. I'll come on tour with you." I blurted out. 

His head shot up and he was grinning like a kid. "Really? Babe please don't be saying this cause you feel I'm pressuring you" 

I shook my head and let out a little laugh. "You're not darling. I want to do this. I gotta face my demons at some point right? Maybe I can get some closure out of this. If not, oh well." I faked a smile and tried to be as convincing as possible. I knew how Joey could get on tour. I wasn't stupid. The band did so many drugs and so many whores. Joey told me a few stories before we had gotten together. I wasn't too worried cause he was with me now but he did invite me so why not?

"You're amazing you know that? I can't wait to spend three months with you on the road." he smiled at me making me blush slightly. I leaned in and kissed him in response.

. . .

We had just driven back to Joey's house and were heading inside.

"So when does tour start?" I asked.

"We leave on Wednesday." It was Saturday. 

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Oh awesome. Guess I better get packing now then."

Joey smirked at me. "Oh you poor thing." 

"Asshole" I muttered making him laugh. 

"You're cute when you bicker" he smirked making me roll my eyes and playfully shove him.

He caught my hand in his and pulled me into him, making me lose my balance. He chuckled softly and then leaned in to kiss me. I rested my hand on his chest, he took this as a sign to deepen the kiss.

At this point he had me pressed up against his front door, giving absolutely no fucks that we were still out in public. 

"J-Joey" I moaned out, I felt him smirk against my lips.

"Yeah babe?" he asked.

"Maybe we should take this inside." I spoke up as he left kisses up and down my neck. 

"That might be a good idea. The last thing my neighbours need is a free show" he laughed making me roll my eyes but laugh along with him. 

He pulled away from me to unlock his door. Once it was unlocked he pushed it open and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him inside. 

Joey kicked the door shut behind us and had me pressed up against the nearest wall in seconds. 

"Babe I'm really sorry about what's going to happen tomorrow" he mumbled against my lips. 

"Why?" 

"Your legs. They're not going to be of much help." and just like that, his stupid little smirk was back. 

I laughed at him but it was cut short as he dipped down and returned to the mark on my neck he was working on. 

"Mmm fuck" I let out subconsciously. 

"YO JOEY MUTHAFUCKIN JORDISON WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I've been waiting for hours...." a voice that went from yelling obnoxiously suddenly got cut short. 

And I knew that fucking voice.

Joey pulled away from me and we both looked in the direction of where the voice had come from. 

I felt as if I was in a trance. 14 years can really do a lot to a person's appearance. I pretty much looked the same, just thinned out a bit. But Corey. He looked so different. 

I felt as if everything had come back and just sucker punched me in the stomach. All the memories, feelings, moments, everything. In retrospect, we weren't together for a really long time but man did it ever feel like it. He changed me. He made me feel safe and secure. He made me feel that it was okay to be me. He built me up each and every day.

And then he broke me.

And now here we are fourteen years later standing in his drummer's and my boyfriend's house, staring each other down. Observing each other. I was too afraid to speak. I knew I'd say something stupid. So I kept my mouth shut and tried my hardest not to cry or look like I wanted to die. 

Corey let out a deep breath and a little bit of a dry laugh.

"I was wondering when I would be seeing you again Olivia."

THE END?

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A/N: That's all folks!

Well not really. The sequel is being worked on as you are reading this very sentence. Yeah. I know. I'm ridiculous. 

I've just seemed to find some motivation and inspiration recently I guess. Anyway, thanks for reading The Freak and The Geek. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thanks again and stay (sic) friends!