dead memories.

2. i hear his voice inside my head

Joey's POV

My mind has been stuck on what happened between Corey and I the entire day. It's probably not that big of a deal and I'm reading into nothing. Probably. Which is why I can't let go of it. Why the sensation of his fingers on my neck still lingers.

I lie in bed, staring up at the barely visible ceiling with my blanket loosely covering me. What would he had said after that? Or done? If only Chris hadn't interrupted.

The heat creeps back into my face as my mind wanders. It's almost like I'm developing a sickness. Except this isn't a simple cold. I know what it is. I know what my subconscious is conjuring up. But if I give in, the outcome could be devastating. And on top of that, it's simply wrong.

I don't know. I just need sleep.

I flip onto my side, forcefully keeping my eyes shut.

Nope.

It's only noise up there.

Why did he have to touch me? Or look at me like that? Does he like me or something?

I highly doubt it. Corey's as straight as a stick. He's constantly talking about some girl he's charmed his way into bed with. Even two girls, at that.

I feel the guilt in my throat as I imagine him with a man. I mean, he's never admitted to being with a guy. He is promiscuous, though. It wouldn't be totally out of left field to think that he could've...

No. This is wrong. He's my friend. It isn't okay to think about him in that way. I'm not even a homosexual, so why can't I just stop thinking about it?

Fuck.