Joey scratched his neck as he stared at the floor. It was a long awkward silence before a man with red and black dreds came in; hollering for Joey. Joey rose his head and looked over at the man. They toasted their beers, Joey pulled me in with his arm. "Wednesday, meet Wednesday.", with a smile he shook my hand, "Wednesday, I'm Joey, this is Joey. You're Wednesday, I''m Wednesday."
As they were telling me about their band called the "Murderdolls" another man pushed his way into the kitchen. "Aye man, you got a joint?". I pulled one out of my cigarette pack, handing it to him. He smiled at me, "What's her name?" his innocent face filled with joy. "Sid, Wednesday." Joey said very cheerfully. Sid lit up the joint, taking a hit he asked, "So, who are you here with?" as he passed it to me. Taking a hit, Joey wrapped his arm around my waist; pulling me into him. "I'm here with Joey." ending with coughing. Sid grabbed the joint, "You know about Slipknot?" as he began to french inhale. "I love the music but, I just heard them."
A different voice from behind me said, "Doesn't matter where or when you hear the music; it only matters if you like them." I turned around and saw Paul smiling, smoking a cigarette. I smiled back as I studied his perfection. He grabbed the joint from Sid. I watched him as he put it to his lips, sucked in, pulled it away, then finally exhaled. He passed it to me before exiting the room. I was blown away of how amazing he was. Inhaling the last hit, I put it out between my fingers.
Joey held my hand as they guys were talking about music. I lit my cigarette, taking drags every now and then. No matter what I did, I couldn't get Paul out of my mind. Something about him captured me in the best but, worse kind of way. I tugged on Joey's arm before whispering in his ear. His eyes widened, stuttering to say, "I have to... ugh... go." as he began stumbling off with me.
