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Coreyxjoey
Joey's eyes drooped in exhaustion but somehow he still mustered up the strength to jot down words letter by letter in his lined composition notebook he bought when he and the boys stopped at a gas station to fill up on gas for the tour bus trip.
Having to travel miles further until they reached the nearest hotel, an expensive gas station was the nearest thing to pumping up on fuel they could get to before the tank was empty. Shawn wasn't particularly pleased with the clearly overpriced amount needed for gas, but he managed.
"Only some snacks, okay? Don't go nuts, you fat fucks, we got a budget set," Shawn had told them sternly as soon as they'd parked.
Joey heard Chris mumble a, "Shouldn't talk," as he sat up from the bus's couch lazily from his seat beside him. Sid evilly chuckled at that remark.
While the guys were snatching whatever food they could get their hands on as rations for the ride until they could settle down and eat proper food, Joey scanned the shelves of the station that held all of the sweet candies and junk foods as he brushed his hair back with his fingers.
Anything could do, he wasn't picky with candy. He practically took one of each of the candies on the first shelf, not able to resist taking two Reese's. Along with that came a bag or two of chips in his arms, a couple small packs of cookies and a failed attempt to open the refrigerator door to pull out a soda, but instead dropping all of the junk foods he'd collected in the process.
He dramatically sighed and placed everything he'd grabbed up until then on the floor to pick up the fallen goods in a more organized way, Mick taking notice of the unfortunate situation. He only watched though, having two bottles of the original green Monster in his arms as well as several sandwiches and a candy to top it all off, clearly not wanting to risk sharing the same fate as Joey. Besides, Mick thought it was actually kind of amusing to watch.
After the shorter man let out a frustrated grunt of annoyance when the soda he grabbed slipped out of his fingertips as soon as he stood back up, Mick finally spoke, as much as the sight of Joey being annoyed brought a grin to his face.
"Need a hand?" said the taller one whos lengthy black hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at Joey.
Joey's eyes widened in surprise at the thought of how long he'd been standing there to see him fail so tremendously, even though he'd only been wrapped up in the situation for at least 10 seconds tops.
His eyes flicked to the ground before shutting briefly to exaggerate his sigh, then back up at Mick as he nodded silently.
Easily, Mick moved his things to one arm, holding all of Joey's things in the other. He looked like a travel salesman but one without a bag to carry all of the products he was selling.
Joey huffed and called Mick down to his level, as embarrassing as that was for someone taller than him to do so, "Hey, come over here." He needed to do this.
Mick obeyed and knelt forward so that his face was down to Joey's short height. Joey tried to convince himself that the action wasn't to tease because he was the one who told Mick to come closer, after all.
