by Zoicite
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You wake up with a start and it’s morning and the sun is shining through the windows right onto your face. You rub your eyes and run a hand through your hair and sit up in bed. That’s when you realize you aren’t at home. Where the hell are you, anyway? You look around the room and you see the drum set in the corner and the stacks of superman comics in the small bookcase. Joey’s. You look down at yourself and you’re dressed in black. All black. And it’s tight. What the heck? Oh. You were dragged to that joint that Joey likes last night. Chris had a date and so you had to go in his place. You don’t remember anything about the night though. Nothing at all. You sniff your shirt and you reek and you really need to pee so you climb off the bed and head down the hall to the bathroom. You wash your face and think about taking a shower. There are extra towels and probably some of your clothes in the guestroom and you head back down the hall to dig something up. Joey’s door is open now and you glance inside to see if he’s awake yet. You keep walking and then it registers in your still slightly muddled head and you stop in your tracks. What the hell?! You rush back down the hall and peek around the corner of Joey’s door. No, you didn’t imagine it. That’s Joey, naked, on his bed, making out with an equally naked Nick Carter. And Nick is a mess. He’s all smudged with black blotches and red patches. But besides that, Joey. And Nick Carter. Making. Out. You close your eyes and press on them with your fingers, hard. When you open them everything is black for a second but they soon come back into focus, and Nope. They’re still there, still going at it. You shake your head and wonder what the hell you missed last night. You think you should probably go back to bed. You obviously didn’t get enough sleep. Sleep would make it better. Because it always does and because you think maybe you played with some drugs last night and because Joey is probably fucking Nick Carter and because…yes. |