We're Lacking Everything We Need/G/Joick
Title: We're Lacking Everything We Need
Rating: G
Summary:"But it also held so much more meaning, went more than skin deep."
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Warnings: F-bomb
Author Notes: Set five years from now. I'm proud of this is a weird way, I just hope you the reader, likes it <3
"Joe, what's wrong with you?"
The question hung in the air like a bad smell, nobody wanted it there. But it also held so much more meaning, went more than skin deep. The inquirer stood next to the man sitting down, the room was completely black save for the blue glow from the TV. His face was hollow, sullen, and unshaven as he stared blankly at the moving pictures flashing across the screen.
Maybe fifteen seconds had passed and the standing man didn't make a sound, simply stood there staring at the man in question. Said man sniffed and rubbed his nose as he continued to stare at the TV still, he knew what his brother meant by the question: 'Why have you been such a dick in the past two weeks?', 'What happened to the sweet, caring person I used to love with all my heart?', 'What the fuck has come over you?'
About another fifteen seconds had passed when he answered, his voice was quiet and cracked, "You."
He didn't say anything, he clenched his teeth together in an effort not to lose all self control. He went upstairs, gathered his belongings and left with only a five letter note that read: "It's over. Don't call me"
Rating: G
Summary:"But it also held so much more meaning, went more than skin deep."
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Warnings: F-bomb
Author Notes: Set five years from now. I'm proud of this is a weird way, I just hope you the reader, likes it <3
"Joe, what's wrong with you?"
The question hung in the air like a bad smell, nobody wanted it there. But it also held so much more meaning, went more than skin deep. The inquirer stood next to the man sitting down, the room was completely black save for the blue glow from the TV. His face was hollow, sullen, and unshaven as he stared blankly at the moving pictures flashing across the screen.
Maybe fifteen seconds had passed and the standing man didn't make a sound, simply stood there staring at the man in question. Said man sniffed and rubbed his nose as he continued to stare at the TV still, he knew what his brother meant by the question: 'Why have you been such a dick in the past two weeks?', 'What happened to the sweet, caring person I used to love with all my heart?', 'What the fuck has come over you?'
About another fifteen seconds had passed when he answered, his voice was quiet and cracked, "You."
He didn't say anything, he clenched his teeth together in an effort not to lose all self control. He went upstairs, gathered his belongings and left with only a five letter note that read: "It's over. Don't call me"