Hello | By : Maggot23 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 1960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of Slipknot. This story is 100% fiction and was written for fun. No money was made from the making of this story. |
Hello
Corey Taylor sighed as he watched the small statured man sitting under a tree with an acoustic guitar and a note book lying open on the grass beside him.
He didn’t know when it happened, or why, but shortly after Slipknot had arrived at the mansion in L.A. where they would be recording their third album did he realize he’d developed a crush on his friend and fellow band mate Joey Jordison, but there was one problem with his situation.
The problem being that he wasn’t sure Joey felt the same way about him.
“You still starin’ at Joey?”
Looking up, Corey found Mick Thomson standing over him.
“No, bird watching,” he replied, but his gaze had returned to Joey.
For a change the drummer was wearing normal clothes.
Instead of his normal dark attire, Joey was wearing blue jeans, a purple t-shirt and black sneakers and as usual his dark hair was down and hiding his face.
“Bird watching, sure,” Mick said, sitting down at the small table next to Corey. “Why don’t you just go over there and tell Joey that you gotta crush on him?”
“What?” Corey asked, looking at the bigger man.
“Go and tell Joey you’ve gotta crush on him.”
“I don’t have a crush on Joey,” the vocalist said.
“Bullshit. You’re not a very smooth operator Corey,” Mick said. “It’s hard not to miss you being nice to Joey.”
Corey didn’t say anything, he just looked down at his hands. “You carried his luggage, and yours, when we got here, you hold the doors for him, you dress up just to sit and discuss a rift or lyrics with him, you sit next to him when we all get together to hang out or eat. And don’t get me started on how creepy it is when you just sit and stare at him.”
This time the vocalist did look up, but he was still silent. “Face it, man, we all know you want Joey.”
“You all know?”
“The only one who doesn’t is Joey himself.”
Corey looked back out at Joey, who was writing something down in his note book. “If you don’t want to tell him, I can do it for you.”
“Fuck no, you keep your fuckin’ mouth shut,” he snapped, looking at the guitarist. “I’ll tell him.”
“No you won’t,” Mick said, “you’ll chicken out and pretend nothing happened.”
Corey was again quite, his eyes focused on the small drummer sitting in the shade of the tree.
Joey had put his guitar and notebook aside, and was leaning back against the tree watching Corey through half-closed eyes.
He’d noticed that his friends behavior towards him had changed in the last few weeks and it worried him.
Either Corey was going to do something to him, or he was just freaking Joey out by being nice to him.
He had tried to ignore how good Corey looked every day, even when he went a couple of days without cleaning up, and how nice the vocalist was being to him, but it was hard to do when he was hanging around like an annoying fly.
Sighing, Joey closed his eyes and thought about what he was going to do when he was done recording his drum tracks.
I could lock myself in my room and watch TV all night, he thought. Or I could go out with the guys, if they go out, and get slammed so hard I can’t remember my name or where I’m at.
Opening his eyes, he found Corey walking across the rolling lawn towards him. Great, here he comes. I wonder what he wants now.
Closing his eyes again, Joey forced himself to relax and tried not to picture Corey walking towards him, but he failed and found himself thinking about how good Corey looked in his gray t-shirt and blue jeans, the garments clinging to his body in just the right places, how blue his eyes where and how nice he looked with his hair pulled back.
God Corey is hot, he thought, smiling.
He heard Corey curse, then the smile was wiped from his face and the air was knocked from his lungs when something heavy landed on him.
His eyes snapped open and he found Corey sprawled out on the ground, his upper body resting between Joey’s legs with his hands on either side of Joey’s body.
Corey grinned up at him sheepishly.
“Hello,” he said.
Joey sighed, rolling his eyes towards the sky.
“Hi, Corey,” he said. “How’re you?”
“I’m good, you?”
“Fine. Is there a reason you’re lying on me?” the drummer asked.
“I tripped and fell. Sorry I landed on you,” Corey replied.
“Not a problem, Corey.”
For a few minutes there was an awkward silence between the two while they stared at one another before Joey leaned forward and kissed Corey.
He jumped in surprise, his eyes opening wide with shock, before he relaxed and returned the kiss.
On the patio, Mick watched the two with a smile on his face.
“What in the fuck are those two doing?”
Looking over his shoulder he found Shawn Crahan, or Clown to the rest of the world, standing behind him watching Joey and Corey.
“They’re just saying hello,” he replied.
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