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Corey and Jay

Corey's head was spinning as he made his way to the studio a couple days later.

If Jay is there, I'm gonna fucking kill him, He thought as he gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to peer out of the windshield with watery eyes.

He had cried about twenty times that day, because the whole Jay situation was draining him. Jay reminded him of drumming, and drumming reminded him of Joey. The rest of the band had told him to stop dwelling on him. But how could he? Especially when a complete stranger was taking his place?

He had warned Jay not to go to the studio multiple times that day on text, and Jay never replied to the messages, which angered Corey.

The mental image of Jay sitting there in what used to be Joey's spot made his blood boil. And then the image of Jay's worthless face crushed against the pavement slithered into Corey's mind, and he almost smiled. If he sets a finger into the studio, then that's what I'm gonna do.

Corey's heart beat rapidly as he parked his vehicle hastily. He didn't know what had made him feel this way. Maybe it was the anticipation of beating the shit out of Jay, or his thoughts that were trying desperately calm him. He probably won't even be there.

When he entered, he first saw Mick and Jim in the corner, laying down some sophisticated lick.

He felt relief when he saw tye two conversating. It made the odds of Jay being there slim.

If he were here, they would be paying attention to him.

He was about to walk to his signature spot on the couch, but stopped dead in his tracks.

There he was, sitting there without a fucking care in the world. He sat next to Clown, a timid grin on his face as he told him about how his balls were almost chopped off by Sid.

Corey's heart beat even faster as he saw Jay sitting there. He didn't know what he felt, really. He was slightly surpirsed. He didn't expect Jay to be some skinny-looking twink.

His stomach did a weird sort of flip, too. Because his looks even reminded him of Joey.

"Uhm...hey Corey, this is Jay. Jay, this is Corey." Clown said as calmly as he could.

But Clown couldn't finish his sentence, because his fist had already collided with the drummer's face.