For the first time today Wednesday was allowed to walk voluntarily somewhere. He headed into the dining room that doubled as an informal conference room for Murderdolls meetings. Taking the seat furthest in the corner and away from the manager that had decided to finish sulking and start up the yelling again once they had pulled up into the drive way. He was trying to wind himself up so that he confronted Joey only the being yelled at when having a come down and almighty hangover ended up distracting him. Slouching down in his chair he pulled his hood up over his head in hope of shielding himself from the light that shined threw the overly sized window that took up most of one wall and brightened the room and bounced off the white wall. Why they didn't just live on the sun in a glass house Wednesday didn't know but he knew that the brightness of the room would one day be the cause of his death. He mulled over thoughts of if only he had not answered the phone the second time or even the first or not gone to the door he could he back home, in bed and maybe even unconscious. If only, he'd had enough of thinking 'if only' lately it seemed to be ruling him. He never used to be the 'if only' guy, live life with no regrets was his thing yet somehow well someone had changed that. Maybe it was his age but he doubted that, it was something else, something we was unsure of that scared him. Something had overwhelmed his rebellious side and that had never happened before, his rebellious side is what got him a career, a name and what he achieved his dreams with. As to how something could be able to get in the way of that he had no idea and quite frankly it shocked the living hell out of him.
He was about ready to smack something or even smack his self against a wall with the frustration that was building up from thinking so much when feeling so sick when he heard footsteps of several people entering the room. He brought his knees up to lie against his chest as he wallowed in self pitting and refused to meet any of the band members look at keep his focus on the floor. He heard the chair next to him scratch across the floor and cursed himself, he thought he was doing a good job of giving of the 'Don't even fucking bother me' vibe yet apparently he wasn't. He had no idea who it was hat had sat next to him because he refused to look up and give in.
The meeting had started and the manager was droning on about some the items the band members had added to a list of essentials for the gig coming up. And right on cue the band started kicking off about how this was needed and that was needed. Wednesday still wasn't sure of who was next to him because they hadn't voiced any of their opinions on the matters at hand. He was about to give in and sneak a peek to see who was sat next to him when he heard the manager announce that a keg was not essential for a gig, if there was one thing Wednesday wanted and needed right now and maybe even at that gig it was drink, a strong, cold, heart warm, mind lifting drink.
He looked up from the pattern on the carpet that he had been pretended to find amusing for so long. He met his managers look with a cold harsh glare, he was about to voice his opinion on the matter when he heard the chair next to him send a high pitched scratching noise threw the room then the thud of fist hitting a table. He turned to see the short man that he had known for so long now, his long raven hair cover the side of his face to Wednesday couldn't see the angry in his fellow band mates face but yet he out feel it vibrating out of the man next to him. He didn't know why this scene of him caused a smirk to pull at his lips but it did and Wednesday didn't hold it back. He looked back to the manager to see his reaction which caused his smirk to grow even so more, he realised that he wanted to see Joey's face so that he could see what was causing his manager to turn a shade a red that would put a tomatoes to shame. He was about to give in to an urge to sweep the curtains of hair blocking Joey's face from his view when from the corner of his eye he saw a look coming from Racci. Turning to see what this look was about he realized everyone in the room other then Joey and the manager were staring at him as if in waiting for a reaction. Copying his best friend's movements he kicked the chair back from under him as he used the table for help to ease him onto his legs. He was about ready to yell out some obscenity when the waves or nausea that he had forgotten about came crashing back with revenge, they weren't even waves anymore, they had become tsunamis. Keeling over he found himself needing the table more and more for support as he kept he vomit back, pushing Joey out of his way he began a pace walking pace to the nearest bathroom and found himself falling into wall several times along the way. Once in the privacy of a bathroom he locked the door and let his body get rid of the fluids that were churning in his stomach.
He awoke later in the day to someone knocking on the door to the bathroom. It took a minute or two for him to realize and remember where he was. He pushed himself up from the cold tiled floor, he found it had actually helped him feel better while he was throwing up. Getting to his knees he opened the door to find Joey on the other side, signalling for him to come in he stood and started to wash his face. He could still taste the stomach acid and was eager to get rid of the taste at what ever it costs.
After rinsing his mouth a few times and chucking some cold water over his face he turned to find Joey giving him an odd look, partly concern and worry yet partly awkward. He didn't understand what the look was about, he spent most of his time drinking or recovering from it so there was no reason for Joey to feel concerned. As to why Joey was feeling awkward Wednesday had no clue.
He tilted his head showing a look of confusion as he asked "What's up man?"
Joey frowned slightly in repsonse as he replied "How are you feeling?"
He shrugged off the fact that he never got a repsonce back "Fucked up, as usual. That fucking cunt of a manager isn't help one bit."
"Yeah well I made him shut the hell up."
"Yeah, what was with that thing eariler?" He knew that he should be pissed at the whole stunt that Joey had pulled when the manager ended up being the one to pick him up. Only he was finding it hard to be mad at him, especially after he looked after him when the manager was going mental earlier that day.
"Look just forget about it and can he get back in there already?" Joey replied, Wednesday could tell that something was bugging the other man and he was going to be pressing him on it. He needed to find out what the hell was going on, he couldn't stand the thought that his best friend was mad at him especially when he didn't know why.
"No." Wednesday said firmly, thankfully able to cover up the slight nervousness that he was feeling. "Are you or are you not going to tell me what the fuck is going on here?"
Joey looked up at him with his big blue eyes covered with eye liner that was slightly smudged in the corner. Wednesday's heart suddenly skipped a beat as butterflys developed in his stomach. He was finding it very hard to give into the temptation of wiping the smudges...or even caressing his cheek...or lips...or even placing his own lips on top of his soft pink perfect lips. He attempted to shake the feelings out of him, what wass getting into him lately? Every now and then Joey would catch his attention from the corner of his eyes and these thoughts would run threw his head. He would say he was in dire need of getting laid only that wasn't the problem, if anything his heart wasn't into it when he was getting laid.
He realized that Joey wasn't going to be giving him a answer anytime soon and that he was looking at the taller man rather quizzically. He took a deep breathe and had to look away from the other man in order to gather up some confidence. If he was going to have to do this, he was going to have to kiss him, find out what was going on, he could barely control himself any longer. Squeezing his eye shut a moment he turned back to the other man and opened them to find the same look that he last saw him with. He placed his hands on the sides of the smaller mans face and realized that they were shaking as he leant down and pressed his lips against the other mans and awaited a reaction of some kind.