Inhale

Chapter 4:

Joey was sat at his drums. Early for once in his life.

Craig was sitting down sipping on a coffee from what seemed to be Starbucks and minding his own business.

Joey hated it when it was just him and craig, dont get him wrong he loved Craig but it could get really awkward.

Shawn had gone out to grab something from the shops as Joey played with his sticks.

And Joey knew why everyone was late. Paul's party had apparently gone on for hours after Joey left, got high and pretty much collapsed on his bed. They were hungover and they were probably not going to come anyway. And shawn told him Jim was already not coming, and he suspected sid, chris and mick werent coming. Apparently mick had wanted to but the alcohol induced sickness he had, left him bed ridden. Joey wasnt suprised in the slightest about sid, nor chris if he were honest. He also suspected jim wasnt coming due to work. He hoped paul would come but depending on the damage of his house depending on his appearance.

Eventually, someone else strolled up and Joey looked up quickly.

But Joey sighed as he layed eyes upon the dirty man, yet again, same outfit. Joey shook his head, he knew clown had said he was trying to go all out for the theme of the lyrics but this was taking the piss.

"Hey." Corey said raising a gloved hand. His gloves were fingerless with holes. Joey could see the rings that sat on his fingers. Shiny and gold.

"Oh hi." Joey said flatley.

"You dont seem pleased to see me." Corey raised an eyebrow

Joey just shrugged without saying a word as corey looked behind him.

"Just you?"

"And craig." Joey pointed over to him.

Corey nodded slowly "can I talk to you?"

"I'm all ears."

"No somewhere private." Corey said, his voice low

"I'm sure whatever you say in front of me can be said in front of craig." Joey said smugly

"I'll drag you inside if your arent willing to cooperate." Corey threatened. His voice warning like.

Joey rolled his eyes but got up off his drum kit. "We'll be right back." He muttered to Craig who just simply nodded.

They walked into Shawn's kitchen.

Joey turned around raising a lack of eyebrow "what? What do you want?"

Corey shook his head pointing to Shawn's bathroom "in here."

"Ugh really?" Joey asked

Corey nodded as they both crammed into Shawn's small bathroom.

"Happy?" Joey asked

Corey smiled "yep." He said popping the p

"Okay so...what do you want to talk to me about that is oh so important?"

Corey sighed gently, playing with his rings, "look, when you dropped me home last night...I appear to have dropped something in you car."

"What did you drop?" Joey asked

"I dropped a small bag." corey said

"Why did you steal from paul?" Joey asked

Corey cringed immediately "I...I wouldnt call it stealing."

"Stealing from my best friend to feed your pathetic drug addiction." Joey shook his head "pathetic!" He spat harshly

"Whatever!" Corey snapped "look I really need it back."