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[electro_joe]

Date: Fall 2012
Characters: Joey Holmberg, Lance Alvers.
Summary: Lance discovers the twisted spaziness of Joey. Joey tries to explain. Angst and Cuddling. :P
Status: Complete.
Private,

It was three in the morning. The bathroom’s lights were off, yet light still peeked under the door. Inside, Joey held a light bulb in one hand, head tilted over a

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[rockin_outloud]

Lance came awake suddenly, cold and bleary-eyed in the darkness of the room. The glowing red clock letters blinked three a.m. at him, and groaning, he was set to just roll back over and fall asleep when he noticed Joey was missing.

Frowning, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, noting the sheet pushed to the end of the bed. He laid a hand on the mattress where Joey should have been. It was cold. Where the fuck was he?

Wrapping a sheet around his waist, Lance climbed out of bed, about to head out to the kitchen and gripe at the other man when he noticed the bathroom door was closed. If he looked hard enough, he cold see small beams of light emanating from the darkness under the door.

"Blondie?" he yawned, knocking on the door. "What the fuck are you doing?"

[electro_joe]

His hand splayed over the notebook, eyes darting to the door sheepishly.

“I, uh…I’m just writing. Stuff. You…you probably don’t want to know… I’m pretty sure you don’t want to know, it’s just…babbling.

Joey swallowed, hoping Lance stayed on his side of the door. He glanced at the bulb in his hand. Somehow he doubted that was going to happen.

[rockin_outloud]

Lance rolled his eyes, pushing the door open and sticking his head in, taking in the sight of Joey on the floor, holding a lightbulb.

"Joe. It's fucking three in the morning. The fuck?"

Yawn.

[electro_joe]

Joey scrunched up a bit, bulb flickering, not looking at Lance.

"I...uh. Just needed to get some stuff outta my head."

His hand was still splayed over the notebook, though his fingers itched to get back to writing. Damn it.

[rockin_outloud]

Frowning, he came into the bathroom, flipping on the lights as he did and slid down the wall until he was sitting, facing Joey. Snatching the notebook out of his hands, he glared at Joey when the other man tried to take it back, flipping through it a little and reading aloud.

"Guard never checks id, stairs to the right, circuit breakers on twelfth floor…One flick, lightening. Heads down, backs like bridges over the split ground…gold seeping everywhere…" he trailed off, staring at the other man.

"What the hell is this stuff?"