The last four days have been hell. I cried most of the time I calmed down enough to call everyone, Joey mostly. I would wear his clothes all the time and be in his room 24/7 he looked like crap in his vlogs, he's probably not getting any sleep. The second night was terrible and I called him, crying.

"Hey," he whispers into the oh one receiver. I can here him shuffle around probably trying to get comfortable in the hotel bed.

"Hey it's alright baby. I miss you to. Only about two more weeks though." I giggle at my own stupidity, wiping the tears away.

"Yeah I know but the nights alone-- the bed is cold and I hate it. I really hate it, Joey. I'm sleeping with all the lights on in your bed tonight."

I can hear the smile in his voice, "I love you. It feels weird bit saying it in person but I love you a lot, cutie." We talked for an hour before he had to go and I fell asleep. Still crying.







His hands reach across me, drawing lightly on my stomach. They went down further and further tickling me slightly and I gasped at the feeling. He stopped at my waist band, his hot breath caressing my neck as he whispered "should I?"



I shot up like a rocket and I realized the sheets were drenched it sweat. I glanced over to the other side of Joeys bed trying not to get my hopes up that he would be here. Nope, not a chance. Sitting up, I knew there was no chance of sleeping anymore, every time I actually got to sleep, dreams of Joey would torment me all night. I missed everything about him, his kisses, his hands, the way he smelled, his body heat. I went into his bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, hoping to lower my temperature and get some rest. I quietly walked out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed. I didn't cry this time. Maybe I had no more tears left.





I woke up and it was noon 6 missed calls from Joey 3 from Kalel and a mixture of texts from the both of them. I sighed this was not doing any good for me. I got dressed and decided to go out and to try and get my mind off of things.


JOEYS POV

This was fun meeting the fans but I couldn't keep my mind off of y/n. Everyone could tell something was wrong. They tried to cheer me up. They invited me to go out to dinner with them but I ordered room service. Steak. Every night. Kalel and Anthony would come into my room and try and do everything they could. Nothing helped. I walked out of the hotel and for in y car driving to my meet-and-greet.





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YOUR POV.

Joey would be Boarding his plane to the Bahamas right now. He just ended our call and said he had to go. I looked like shit. I was wearing his sweatshirt and pants, I had bags under my eyes and my face has been red since the airport a week ago. I jumped in a hot shower and got on my laptop buying one plane ticket to the Bahamas. I paced everything I needed and asked the neighbor to feed Buki every day. I had the biggest smile on my face when I left. Joey had no idea what was happening.


The End


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