PURITY

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(Joey's point of view)

I dash into the police station with the file in my hands. I hope that the guy in the van doesn't get out and try to hurt me.

The file has the pictures of the license plate and what the car looks like.

I've taken a couple pictures over the few days to show that I've seen this van at many places throughout several days.

I walk up to the front desk.

"Hello how may I help you ma'am," the lady at the front desk says.

I give her a look that shows I am not amused with her calling me a girl.

"Actually I'm a guy," I bark.

The lady shrugs.

I roll my eyes but set the file down on the table.

"I would like to file a complaint. This black van has been following me and waiting outside my work for several weeks now," I tell her as I open the file and show her the pictures.

She looks at them carefully and types something into the computer.

"Have you seen this vehicle today?" The lady asks.

"Well no not the exact same one but I saw a white van with the same guy that was in the black van outside of my work today," I tell her.

She nods and continues typing away.

"We will look into this. Thank you," she says.

I nod and walk out of the police station.

I sigh in relief. Hopefully they will catch this fucker.

When I get outside I look around for the white van but it's not there anymore. I let out a sigh of relief.

I grab the handle of my door and pull it as hard as I can to get it open. It flies open and hits me in the stomach.

I hold my stomach and crawl into the car.

"Stupid door," I wheeze as I hold my gut.

I start the engine and then drive home.

(Shawn's point of view)

I get out of my car and walk into the house.

I look around for Corey.

"Corey?!?" I call.

"What?" I hear Corey yell from upstairs.

I follow his voice up the stairs and into his bed room.

"I need to ask you a favor," I pant.

Corey sighs.

"What is it this time," Corey says as he puts down his notebook.

"Joey went to the police station today to report me. I need you to-," I start.

"No, no, no. I'm not going to cover you again," Corey says.

"Oh please Corey. I can't go to jail. Just ask your police officer buddy to delete the claim," I tell him.

Corey shakes his head.

"Dude I already did this once when you blew up a bar," Corey sighs.

I groan.

"Come on you're still holding that against me. Sid helped with that one so you can't blame it all on me. Plus you've done some illegal stuff as well," I  complain.

Corey sighs.

"Fine. This is the last time though," Corey growls.

"Oh thank you," I cheer.

Corey rolls his eyes.

"You need to do something about this Joey thing. He's on to you man," Corey says.

"I know, I know," I huff.

Corey grabs his phone.

I watch as he dials a number.

"Hey Doug," Corey says into the phone.

"I need to ask you a favor," Corey starts.

I smile and walk out of the room.

I have the perfect plan for my next actions on Joey.

(Corey's point of view)

I pull my hood over my head and walk into the late night air.

I keep my head down as I walk to the spot that I'm supposed to meet Doug at.

I huff. Why does Shawn always get himself into these kinds of situations. The poor kid he's been stalking must be scared to death.

I walk down the dark alley. I pat my pockets and let out a sigh of relief as I feel my switchblade.

I lean against the wall and look around for Doug. He's not there so I pull out my phone and wait for him.

"Corey," a deep menacing voice speaks.

I look up at the tall man and smile slightly.

"Doug," I speak.

Doug leans against the wall next to me.

"So what's going on?" Doug asks.

I sigh and rub my temples.

"Gosh so many things man. You know how Shawn gets when he finds something interesting he becomes obsessed," I mention.

Doug chuckles and nods.

"What did he do this time?" Doug snickers.

I chuckle and rub my forehead.

"Well there's this dude. His name is Joey Jordison. Apparently he's a drummer and Shawn's looking for a drummer for our band. So instead of just walking up to him and asking him if he wants to be in our band he decided to stalk him," I explain.

"Oh boy," Doug sighs.

I nod my head.

"So he's been like taking pictures and keeping files on this guy. And so he made the mistake of going inside the gas station that the dude works at and getting some food. So Joey got suspicious and reported him," I explain.

Doug groans.

"Shawn doesn't make the best decisions," Doug says.

I chuckle, "no shit."

"So what do you want me to do?" Doug asks.

"Well I don't want you to do anything but Shawn asked so.... He wants you to delete the report," I huff.

Doug laughs.

"Okay. Well this doesn't seem like it's a big report or anything I bet they moved it to the end of the pile since stuff like this happens all the time," Doug says.

I chuckle.

"So I'll delete it but this can't become a frequent thing," Doug says.

"It won't. I told him this was the last time I'm doing him a favor for something like this," I explain.

Doug laughs.

"Alright man. Just make sure he doesn't kill the guy, I'm not getting involved with that report," Doug warns.

"Alright," I sigh.

"Thanks man," I tell him.

"Yup," Doug says as he walks out of the alley.

I sigh. I walk out of the alley and down the road to where my car is parked.

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(A/N): Chapter written by me. Thanks for reading.
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