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Joey

Joey sat against his small couch, an empty sigh escaping his lips.

Should he even live anymore? It seemed kinda pointless.

He looked at the clock, Chris was going to be there in a couple of minutes. But in all honesty, Joey didn't want to talk. The only person he wanted to talk to was Corey. But Corey didn't want him anymore

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Joey decided to ignore it until Chris let himself in.

"Hey man." Chris said calmly, "missed you."

Joey rolled his head to face his friend's. "Missed you too."

Chris pulled out a bottle of water (he knew Joey would get upset seeing alcohol) and handed it to him. "Move over. Let my fat ass sit there too."

Wordlessly, Joey moved to the far side of the couch and watched Chris sit down. "You good bro?"

Joey's eyes lulled back and forth, "yup. Couldn't be better. The love of my life is gone and wants nothing to do with me, I've been kicked out of my band, and my legs are fucked. Yeah Chris, life is pretty fucking peachy right now."

Chris put his hands up in defense. "Sorry man, it was a stupid question."

Joey shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Chris frowned and thought for a moment. "Well do you wanna come over and hang out with Shawn and I for a while?"

Joey snorted. "Yeah, so I can hear you guys fuck all night?"

Chris blushed. "C'mon man...we aren't that loud."

"Bet"

"Alright fine. We won't fuck tonight. Just please come over. We really miss you."

Joey sighed. He might as well. It's not like he was doing anything else anyway. "Alright fine. I'll come over."