I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 7

We're about 15 minutes away, and I've won four times. I'm now playing War against Joey, who's losing.

"Damnit, how do you do that," he asks, me shrugging.

"I grew up with card games," I say, all of the other guys cringing at Joey's loss.

"Damn, she beat you bad," Shawn says, both of us laughing.

"We're 10 minutes away," I say, checking my watch that has a huge crack in it.

Must've cracked when I got thrown to the floor. I stand and walk to my bag, getting out the silver sharpie and walking back, Corey already ahead of me with a black sharpie. He looks at my sharpie and then his, setting his on the table and grabbing mine as I hand it to him.

"You could sell your cast," Shawn says, me shaking my head and laughing.

"I could, but I won't," I say, putting my arm on the table. 

All four guys sign the cast and Sid adds a little smiley face next to his name. Joey hands the sharpie back and I put it in my pocket, wiggling my fingers slightly so they don't fall asleep. The bus stops and I look out the window, seeing our destination.

"Yay, we're here," I say, jumping off the bus and walking to the stage. I see people setting the percussions up and the drum set, and they glance at me, smiling.

"Need help," I ask, jumping up on stage and walking to the teenage girl who's having trouble tightening the drum frame.

"Uh, yeah. I just need to tighten these wing nuts then the drums are good," she says, me looking them over.

"Actually, you mixed up some drums here. This one's supposed to be here instead of here," I say, fixing them and tightening the frame for her.

"Ooh, that would've gotten me fired," she says, scratching the back of her head and looking over to the bus, where the boys are.

"What's it like," she asks, me raising a brow.

"Going on tour with those demons," she continues, me smiling.

"Demons? More like dumbasses. Or goofballs. Eh, they're fine so far. I bet after a month I'll be ready to tear Corey's head off and break Clown's kneecaps with his baseball bat," I say, her laughing. Then abruptly stopping and freezing. I look over to the buses and I see Corey chasing after Sid, who's running backstage to the dressing rooms.

"Sid you get your ass back here," Corey screams, chasing after him, his fists ready to be thrown into Sid's face.

"Corey, don't kill him," I yell, jumping off and chasing after Corey, who I find beating Sid.

"Corey," I yell, him not listening.

"COREY TODD TAYLOR," I scream, him freezing with his fist raised above his head height.

"Why are you beating Sid," I exclaim, pushing him aside and kneeling beside Sid, who's breathing heavily from Corey trying to choke him.

"Are you okay Sid," I ask, him grabbing my hand and gripping tightly.

"I wish he wasn't," Corey growls, me shooting him a glare.

"Hey, I'm allowed to care for not only you, Mr. Attention Freak," I say, Sid sitting up and looking at Corey, who sneers at him and flips him off, walking back to the buses.

"Okay, what did you do," I ask sternly.

"I just said his mask looked like it was made out of his own skin," he says, me shaking my head and sighing.

"Why are you so weird," I ask. 

He shrugs and hops up, me standing and pointing back to the bus, telling him to get the others for dressing. I walk back to the dressing rooms and waiting for the boys to get here. They arrive backstage and Joey's on Shawn's shoulders, me smiling.

"That's so adorable," I say, Joey smiling and Shawn mumbling something, Joey kicking him with the back of his foot.

"What's more adorable is-" I get cut off by Jim putting a hand on my head and leaning on it, making me frustrated.

"You really want to try that," I ask, him grinning.

"You're cute when you're mad," he says, everyone stepping back.

"I'm what," I ask darkly, looking up and curling my hands into fists.

"You're adorable when you're mad. Just the way your mouth thins into a line and your eyes show-"

I grab his wrist and sweep his legs, stepping on his shoulder.

"Never call me cute," I say, stepping off his shoulder and walking away, finding the girl and talking some more.

-Corey's POV-

"Dude, why did you call her cute," Sid asks, me helping him up.

"To tick her off," he says, grinning.

"You know what she went through just about a day ago," I say, a little anger in me. She's my best friend, and I get over protective of her sometimes, even to the other guys.

"Yeah. Is she going to hold a grudge now," he asks, me shaking my head.

"She never does. Even though she looks mad at you, she's really wanting to hug you," I say, him sighing in relief.

"Shouldn't we get ready," Joey says, off of Shawn's shoulders.

"That's a good idea," I say, everyone going their own ways to get ready.