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CHAPTER 18, i won't let this build up inside of me
The two faced each other like animals fighting over territory, the anger in their eyes was frightening, the tension and contempt almost palpable in the air. The rest of the makeup on their faces and sweaty stage clothes only added to the drama of the scene.
She could almost hear her own heart pounding, the "blood boiling" expression never made so much sense, the red cheeks and fisted hands gave it away.
— WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM? — Phoebe shouted at the man in front of her. — I ALREADY APOLOGIZED!
He was giving her a deadly look, almost as if he were throwing thousands of knives at her, his body trembling with the hatred he felt, also for her, but more for himself, knowing that all the anger he felt for her was not hatred.
— MY PROBLEM IS YOU! — Joey retorted, receiving a sarcastic laugh in response.
Meanwhile, outside the room, the other 8 members of the band were placing their bets. They were divided into two teams - one betting on whether the two would fight, and the other betting on whether they would hook up. Corey, Sid, Paul, and Craig were betting that they would end up fucking by the end of the day, while Mick, Jim, Shawn, and Chris were betting that at least one of them would come out with less hair.
Corey decided that locking the two of them in the small janitor's closet would be the best way to finally resolve the issue between them; all the other members agreed to help, even Paul who should be the most wise one there.
What a great bunch of friends those poor souls had.
— Am I your problem, Nathan? — Phoebe asked, holding back tears. — Then leave me alone! Forget me! You bother me so much it seems like you love me! — Joey glared at her with deadly hatred.
— I would never love someone as despicable as you — he snapped. Phoebe just took a deep breath and sat back, leaning against the packages of toilet paper.
— Yeah Nathan, I know — Phoebe didn't want to fight anymore, she just wanted to get out of that damn room. — You remind me every day of everything I've done and how much of a disgusting human being I am! I don't know if I hate you more than I hate myself! — She couldn't hold back the tears anymore, her face red and her expression so melancholic that Joey felt his chest ache.
I don't know if I hate you more than I hate myself, Joey repeated mentally, they shared the same feeling.
— Shut up! — Joey pleaded, feeling like he couldn't hold back the tears much longer.
— Shut me up! — Phoebe exclaimed, laughing while crying. — And worst of all... I don't know if I want to punch you or— she was interrupted. Her eyes widened in surprise as Joey's lips met hers.
The drummer's hands held her shoulders uncertainly, he was kneeling in front of her, surrendered by the misery of the love he always masked with hate.
Phoebe didn't know how to react for a few moments. She tried to make sense of what was happening, her mind slowly connecting the dots, until she closed her eyes and allowed Joey's tongue to enter her mouth.
— They are too quiet ... — Paul noted, worried.
— Must have killed each other — Mick added.
— I'll look into what's going on — Shawn got up from the couch, walking in silent steps to the living room door.
He unlocked it as slowly as possible and opened it just a crack, peering into what was happening. Even though he had bet on the two of them killing each other by the end of the day, he wasn't surprised to see the two kissing. In fact, it was starting to look like a little more than that.
Shawn closed the door as carefully as he opened it and walked back into the living room with his hands in his pockets.
— So...? — Corey asked.
— They are dead?! — Sid asked.
— Worse — Shawn replied, making an expression of astonishment, he knew he had lost some dollars. — They're making out.
Meanwhile, inside the janitor's closet, the two played a dangerous game, their tongues fought for space, a pleasurable fight for them, but after a while it seemed more like they were dancing, matching their rhythms, Joey's hand began to go down the arm of Phoebe to her waist, squeezing and pulling her closer.
They didn't even hear the moment the door closed behind them.
Joey was the first to pull away, but his intention was not to break the kiss, just to find a more comfortable position, but Phoebe opened her eyes and her mind finally understood what was happening.
She looked at him, startled, not by the action, but by how much she enjoyed it.
— Why... did you kiss me? — she asked, touching her lips with her fingertips, she could feel her mouth tingle.
— Why did you kiss me back? — Joey countered, sitting in front of her with a victorious smile on his face, even though he knew that his reason had just lost the battle against his emotions.
— I don't think we should discuss this right now — Phoebe replied, pressing their lips together again in a fierce kiss.
Fuck reason, all they both wanted was this.
Joey pushed things out of the way before laying Phoebe down on the floor and getting on top of her. She felt that lust throb through her body, and all she wanted was more.
She wrapped her legs around Joey, pulling his hips down and increasing the friction. He brought his hand to the back of Phoebe's neck, winding his fingers through a few strands of her hair before pulling gently, lifting the girl's chin to clear the path to her neck, he rocked his hips and Phoebe bit her lip, preventing a moan.
Joey looked at Phoebe, smiling at the sight he had. She was beneath him, biting her lip and looking back at him with her eyes begging him to continue, the sensitive skin on her neck practically screaming for him to bite.
— I hate to admit it but I've always wanted to see you like this — he whispered in her ear before starting an agonizingly slow trail of kisses down to her neck.
Phoebe shivered as his warm tongue stroked her neck before a kiss.
— Don't... ruin this, Jordison — Phoebe spoke, taking advantage of being in control of his hips, she pushed his chest and turned him over, laying him on the ground. She straddled him, practically stealing the smile from his conceited face. — Be quiet.
Before he could say anything, Phoebe wiggled a little, finding the boy's member directly, he moaned softly with the pleasurable sensation that rose through her body and she took the opportunity to grab his hands and hold them beside his body.
Joey noticed what she was doing and didn't let her, he just held her hands and disarmed her guard, little by little she surrendered too, he got back on top of her.
Phoebe tucked a strand of Joey's hair behind his ear, which he found adorable and reciprocated the gesture by moving his hand slowly inside the girl's overalls.
Phoebe moaned softly as she felt Joey's soft, yet calloused hand caress her waist and begin to move higher.
— Okay, you fuckers. You are free! Get out whenever you want! — Corey yelled from the other side of the door after unlocking but not opening it. — Just don't take too long because we're going to the hotel!
Corey's sudden scream had them breaking apart as if they'd been caught in the act. Hearts were racing as they looked at each other like idiots, reason finally seemed to come back to their minds, but while it didn't, Phoebe found herself thinking how handsome Joey would look without that black dye in his hair.
— This... never happened — Phoebe said as she stood up and dusted off her clothes. Joey tried not to show how much it had affected him.
— I don't know what you're talking about — he said, curtly, as he opened the door.
