Inhale

Chapter 41:

Joey woke up to an empty bed.

He blinked slowly as he reached out for corey, yet he was not there.

He sat up, confused as the door was still shut.

Where did Corey go?

Joey groaned, as he stretched gently before frowning.

"Corey...?" He called

He was met with no response. That was strange. Maybe corey was in the bathroom.

Joey lent back and watched the clock, turn from five minutes to ten, to fifteen.

"Corey?!" He eventually called again.

Nothing.

He raised a lack of eyebrow. It was kind of scary.

"Corey!" He yelled.

Again, silence.

He signed as he threw the quilt off of him and swung his little legs out of bed. He jumped down onto his feet, pushing his bed hair back, as he walked to the bedroom door.

He opened it and was met with light. He groaned again. He hated mornings.

"Corey!" He screamed.

Nothing.

He rubbed his eyes, annoyed as he walked out his feet padding along the wooden floor.

He knocked on the bathroom door. "Corey!"

The door pushed open to reveal the empty room.

Joey felt his chest tighten...where was he? Was corey okay? Had he run away after the events of last night? The closeness and the intermacy they shared. Corey was beautiful and he seemed happy.

Surley he didnt suddenly hate Joey right?

Joey knocked on the door of the spare bedroom, as he sighed letting himself in. He frowned, no corey.

He tugged on his hair gently, his nerves growing.

The emptiness of the apartment leaving a bad feeling.

He decided to get a drink to calm down his shakes. He was panicking slightly. Surley corey would have told him if he went out. And Corey never bothers leaving the house for a smoke.

Joey bit his lip.

He hadnt coped well with the events at the bar and that worried Joey.

He walked to the kitchen to get some water.

He blinked as his heart pounded against his chest.

He raised a lack of eyebrow.

"Corey!?"

Corey was smiling, he looked quite happy, wearing his batman pyjamas, a cigarette hanging loosely out his mouth, headphones were on and Joey's discman on the side, a mug of coffee sat by him steaming from heat, smelling strong, as his head gently nodded to whatever he was listening to. His hand moving gently across the page. Writing something.

Joey rolled his eyes. No wonder he didnt reply. But a small smile fell onto his lips as he was happy to see Corey in a good mood.

Joey walked over to him, trying to make himself viable.

Corey hummed gently before looking up and blinked at Joey, pushing the headphones off his head and around his neck.

"Morning!" corey smiled taking a drag of the cigarette.

"Morning." Joey chuckled. "You're in a good mood."

"The show yesterday was amazing!" Corey laughed