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Chapter 6:

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Corey was sat in Joeys room swinging his legs on Joeys bed.

"You're all packed then?" Joey asked

"Yep!" Corey said popping the p. "It's awfully kind of your mom to take me on holiday with you"

"She doesn't mind at all! She likes you! Thinks you're a nice kid."

"She wouldn't like me if she knew I smoked. I'm gonna get massive withdrawals!" Corey winged.

"You'll be fine for a few days." Joey rolled his eyes "and I don't really like the fact you smoke."

"I can't help it!" Corey conplained "my mom let me and I like it. Plus I look cool!"

"Dying isn't cool!" Joey snapped before sighing "anyway we get to go and see the sea!"

"I'm afraid of the sea! Jaws frightened the shit outta me!" Corey giggled

"Well. Just don't swim genius." Joey said like it was obvious.

"You can't even swim."

"Exactly! So you get to be with me." Joey smiled

Corey couldn't even argue

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Corey waited for him to open the door. Tapping his foot in impatience and with an inability to stand still. It had been a week since he'd last seen joey. And a good few days since he'd last text him, despite Joey constantly messaging. He felt lonely, he felt depressed and he didnt know what to do. He felt hopeless and he didnt like that. There was no control in feeling hopeless just emptiness. That sucking emptiness, not one he was accustom too and definitely one he did not welcome with open arms.

Joey was always ment to be just a fuck. Well okay that wasnt fair they were best friends and he treasured that. But feelings wise. Just a fuck. But now Corey had a pang, like okay maybe he just started to look at Joey a bit differently then before and that made Corey panic which in turn made him distance himself from him mentally at first but now phyically. And Joey had tried to text Corey, but Corey wasnt going to respond. He had decided that and it was tough shit. He was embarassed too. After waking up on Joeys lap pretty much. Needy, upset and vunrable, whilst feeling warm and safe and decent. Not happy nor did he feel the overwhelming anxiety or the burning depression. And he felt like he could actually be alive. But Corey didnt want to feel like that. He didnt want to feel that way about the other. Which also made Corey feel bad. The other. Well others. But mainly one. Corey did have other friends with benifits and if he ever wanted to let Joey in. That would require getting rid of them. And he couldnt do that. Not yet at least.

And the walk there? To where he was now? Fuck dude. That just proved the fact that no where was safe to him. The moody atmosphere looking and smelling like a memory from his early teen years. Walking down the sidewalk, alone, knowing he was going to a live action jerry springer show called home. Seeing his "friends", well saying that, just kids that beat him up on his way home. But it was better than nothing, a social interaction. That one kick in the stomach was painful enough to bring him back to reality some days. But what kid should live like that?

And why in all his years of fucking was he suddenly getting these stupid butterflies?

The door opened as he was pulled out of his thoughts.