Pieces of YouIt was early Saturday morning, just to the point that sunlight was barely starting to light the eastern part of North Carolina. A young man sat in his house, barely opening his eyes to a new day and the new event to behold in it. Stretching thoroughly, he sat up out of bed and wandered his home. He lived by himself, barely out of his 20's and thriving. The empty house echoed with his footsteps as he trudged into a smaller room. It had 2 chairs in it, one was an older couch starting to lose its color. Both chairs faced an almost blank wall except for a television and some band poster. He shrugged and flopped down on the couch and simply sat there, nothing to do yet that day and he was going to enjoy having some time where he wasn't busy running around. The boy delivered magazines as a job, so days where he was allowed down time were almost like a blessing.Pieces of You in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sighing contently, he pulled a magazine off the top pile next to his couch. If there were ever any extras in his deliveries, he got
Pieces of You ch.3Morning came fast for the young singer, much faster than he certainly would have liked anyways. Shifting over slowly, he glanced over his shoulder to see Joey sleeping peacefully. The small boy looked completely relaxed, lips parted lightly just enough to take in long breaths of air before exhaling and letting it trace over said lips once again.Pieces of You ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wednesday was sure to be quiet, shifting off his bed so that it would transfer his movement to the boy behind him and wake him up. Once he had fully stood up, he silently wandered through his house until he was far enough away he could carry on normally without waking Joey up.
While the singer brewed some coffee, trying to wake up his senses for the day ahead of him, his mind trailed back to the drummer sleeping in his bed. Joey was certainly not what he had expected the man to be like. It wasn't a bad thing at all, hell Wednesday liked it most about him. He enjoyed knowing that someone shared his similar views on music and clothing style
Love At First Fright ch.13Several rounds of stupid truth or dares later, the boys were finally starting to get creative with their questions or dares. Mostly getting filthier with each person that passed.Love At First Fright ch.13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"OK OK " Joey let out a small giggle, swaying from the toxic effect of the drink on his young mind.
"Acey, truth or dare." He finally managed to get out. They had long past stopped drinking on the vodka. They found that 7 shots was more than enough for them. Two of them had already thrown up, but simply washed away the taste with water and resumed playing with the others.
"Truth." He nodded confidently. He had learned after the first few dares that it was much safer sticking to truths.
"Wuss." Ben rolled his eyes, earning a snort from the other teen.
" Ok, so have you ever had a wet dream about another guy?" Joey rose an eyebrow and chuckled softly, his normally pale cheeks tinted pearl pink from the alcohol. The other teen let dreads fall over his face as his cheeks flushed a deep red almost matching sai
Pieces of You ch.2*12:46 later that day.*Pieces of You ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wednesday sat on his couch, trying to concentrate on whatever show was flashing across his television's mind. He prayed that some how, it would help the time move faster than it was. To him, every minute felt like an hour while waiting for Joey to show up at his door. It was so close he could almost taste his own anticipation, seeping through his skin and sinking deep into his brain. Hastily, he turned off the television. It wasn't helping in the least so why have it on?
Groaning loudly, he leaned sideways and flopped onto his couch. Curling up to the point of being comfortable, Wednesday closed his eyes and just sat there. After a few minutes, his brain started kicking into high gear again, absolutely consumed with thoughts about this drummer. What did he look like? Sound like? Was he nice or pissy? So many things popping up, he almost wanted the man to get here just so he could end his agony.
After keeping his eyes closed for a while, he started to feel his fe
Pieces of You Ch.4A few hours passed of what seemed like the longest afternoon of Wednesday's life. He kept looking up at his bedroom door every five minutes, hoping to see some sign of life from the poor boy he had sent to rest. He was happy that Joey was finally getting to rest, but he wanted to help him with this problem at the same time. He sighed deeply and sunk back into his couch, fingers running over the strings of his black and white Les Paul. His mind was abuzz with so many things, he didn't know where to even try to start admits all these questions.Pieces of You Ch.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He huffed angrily and stood up, walking to his kitchen for something to drink. The singer was too distracted to work on music at the moment, his mind was locked on Joey. He certainly didn't mind that the man was gay, it almost came as a relief when he first heard it.
Taking a deep breath, he sipped on a freshly opened beer and closed his eyes, thinking about just that. He tried picturing Joey with another guy, just to see what it might be like. Su
Don't Go Breaking My HeartWednesday and Joey stepped into the recording studio, to find that there was nobody there. No Roman, no Jack, no Racci - not even Mad Manager was lurking around. All that was there were two microphones. One microphone was blue, the other was red. Wednesday looked at the microphones, wondering why they were there. Wednesday and Joey had always been ones for playing practical jokes on the other band members, and they did say that they would have their revenge. But why no flour? Why no bucket of ice? Why no whoopee cushion? Why just two, ordinary microphones you'd find in on a karaoke machine.Don't Go Breaking My Heart in Humor More Like This
But that's exactly what it was.
A karaoke machine.
They'd set it up for them to duet. Wednesday was blazing with rage.
"IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!" he roared, his fists clenched. He was ready to kick someone's face in - preferably Mad Manager's.
"Wed...what's wrong?" Joey touched his shoulder to calm him, but Wednesday was having none of it. He was furious with Mad Manager. He and Joey may be joker
Saturday NightIt was another Saturday night on their tourbus. They just finished a concert and boarded the bus to travel to the next venue. Most of the members were already asleep in their bunks. Their bodies drained from the work they put in their performance.Saturday Night in General Fiction More Like This
Corey was just about to go back into his own after he grabbed the water he desired but he saw a low light radiating from the living space. He wasn't really surprised and already knew who would be the insomniac still awake at 2:33 am in the morning. He also identified the changing color of the light as the televisions flickering screen.
Just then he noticed small sounds coming from that direction. He was curious what the little drummer was watching and decided he wasn't really sleepy so he carefully manoeuvred through the messed up place they call bunk floor towards the makeshift living room.
He was greeted with a rather cute picture. Their small drummer was slouched on the couch his eyes a bit widened from fear but nonetheless glued to the mo
EgoI take another sip out of the bottle.Ego in General Fiction More Like This
We started it a few hours earlier. As sure as my lips touched it yours did too.
I would call that a kiss.
One of our closer moments. At least when anybody could see.
Now I'm sitting here alone. You have gone to bed earlier. I know you expected me to follow you but tonight I didn't feel like screwing each other.
I know I shouldn't be drinking.
Hell. I was sober before we met again.
But like any other resistance I could have put up you only needed to handle me the bottle you were drinking and I would put all my rules aside.
You were always like that.
You loved it like that.
It's like you were a complete different person when we were truly alone. You would push your careless attitude and disinterest aside and your eyes would shine with affection.
You would be gentle and afraid to do something wrong.
You would treat me like an angel.
But as soon as we would leave that bedroom you'd go back to your rock star image.
I don't understand why you would need