I opened my eyes and felt something under my arm, it was Joe's chest... I noticed his calm breathing, and his heart at the same rhythm.
I started stroking in circles with my middle finger, I daydreamed that my relationship with Dave would have been this way, but it wasn't... I imagined what it would be like to be with Joe.
If being just my friend, he hugged me at night, lent me his clothes, told me nice things and protected me from everything bad in the world... Being my partner would surely be even better.
I looked at his little face, resting so peacefully after that long night yesterday, and lay down on his chest, to feel some warmth, since the day seemed to have frozen over.
I didn't mean to go back to sleep, but I did, I was way too comfortable in there, and I guess I'm a quick fryer. I woke up a few minutes later, when I felt Joe's caresses in my hair. I looked into his eyes and smiled

-Good morning... -I said, with clear traces of laziness in my voice.

-Good morning Savvy... How are you? Does it still hurt? -I scratched the back of my neck a little, I hadn't realized it until now but it did burn a little when I touched the area where Dave had been holding me.

-Just a little, nothing I can't handle...- Joe smiled at me and kissed the tip of my nose, making me blush all over. I hid my face between the sheets and prayed that he wouldn't see it, obviously something impossible being so close to each other.

-you're like a cherry- he laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh too- Hey Sav, I've been thinking that... If that guy knows where you live, maybe he can hurt you in some other way again... So, what do you think about coming to live here? At least until things calm down.

I knew Joe wouldn't let me go home either, but either way, I didn't mind the idea in the least. And how could it be otherwise? Living with a handsome boy, who takes care of me, makes me feel worthwhile, makes me feel pretty and special...

-Of course! Even though maybe I should go get my stuff...

-Don't worry about it, I'll go and get them myself this afternoon,- he smiled - even if it's for the clothes, you can still wear my beautiful Sheffield United sweatshirt.

-You mean your disgusting Sheffield United sweatshirt. -I made a vomiting gesture, and suddenly a tickle battle began.
I ended up lying down with my back to Joe, and he was hugging me, his head on my shoulder.
I definitely loved the physical contact with this guy, rather, I loved him, I just needed to accept it for the hell of it.

We both decided to get up to go to rehearsal, Joseph decided to not stay home, resting from what happened the day before, and I didn't want to keep thinking about it, for me, Dave, he was already dead.
It's like when you buy a bottle of shampoo that doesn't smell like the label says, you want it to run out soon because it's not the shampoo you wanted. But it seems that it never ends, that shampoo is Dave. And then you go to the drugstore and you see a beautiful little bottle of your favorite shampoo and you can't stop smelling it because you love it. That other shampoo is Joe.
And no I'm not crazy, nor in love with the fucking bottle of shampoo, it's just that maybe I had a little too much to drink today.

Let's continue the story.

While Joe was taking a shower, and I had already taken mine, I searched through the drawers until I found the disgusting Sheffield United sweatshirt that I actually liked so much.

It smelled faintly of old gentleman's perfume, and of tobacco, in fact almost everything in Joe's house smells a bit of tobacco.

I hardly smoke, but I think I can get used to it, if it means being around him.

-No that you didn't like United Savvy? - I was a little startled when I heard his voice, but I laughed when I saw him approach with a smile- the truth is that I hardly wear that sweatshirt anymore... If you want it, it's all yours... Besides, it looks much better on you than me.

-I played for United, but I always made sure to wear some clothes under the kit so that that disgusting badge didn't rub against my skin.

-How can you play for United and be a fan of Wednesday?!  I don't believe it.
We talked for a long time about my childhood as a footballer, the truth is that I was infinitely grateful to be able to talk about my talents with someone, they had never valued me like that before, we talked so much about me that I even felt bad for Joe, maybe he got tired of me ...

We went to rehearse, and the day was like always, we recorded a couple of songs that were definitely worthy of a gold record. Joe is a master of lyrics, the way he writes is just amazing, it's like every time he sings he reads a poem from a prodigious mind...

never give him a break
Getting caught is the chance you take
It could be your last mistake
Like a bird with a broken wing
Like a sheep in a lion's den
I'm going down but you won't know when
-you are a genious...
-I'm not, I just get drunk and write things that sound good... -he smiled at me, Joe went, after rehearsal, for my things, while Steve offered to accompany me to Joe's house.

-Sav... Lately you get along very well with Joe...

-Of course, he is charming, it couldn't be otherwise.

-Yes... But it seems that... I don't know... Maybe... You like him a little...