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*Henry's POV*
Well isn't this very exciting...
I stood outside the main entrance to Joey Drew Studios. I was hired as animator here. And it was all fine, until I learned that he worked here. I didn't know specifically what was his position in this studio, so I can pretty much avoid him wherever he could possibly be.
I hesitated to open the doors. Emotionally, I wasn't ready to see him again. I was filled with mixed emotions. A mix of excitement, anger, and worry. Wait, why was I excited to see him?
I pushed the doors, and saw people walking about. The receptionist's center was just straight ahead, but I didn't go tight away. The inside was way larger from the outside, and everything is sepia-toned, quite similar to the photos today.
Instead of me going to the receptionist's table, the receptionist came up to me.
"Are you Mr. Smith?" she asked. I nodded my head and she pointed her finger to the hall to my left. "Mr. Drew would be in the end of the hall." I thanked her and went on my way.
People were going back and forth, bringing papers and instruments. Honestly, I didn't actually expect a lot of people at this time, it was still 7 in the morning. Near the end of the hall, there was a pair of people standing and talking to each other.
Both of them were men, the one who was facing was slightly taller than me. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He was bringing to what I assume, sheet music. He's either the main musician or a player.
The one who was facing away from me was way taller. He has blonde and dressed the same way as... he did.
God I hope I'm wrong.
"Excuse me sir, I need to talk to Mr. Drew." I can feel my breathing shorten, for some bizarre reason. He faced forward and froze in place. He had green, sparkling eyes behind those blue glasses.
Those blue, familiar glasses...
*Joey's POV*
"I need to talk to Mr. Drew."
The voice was very familiar. I can't forget which body that voice possessed. I looked back to see a smaller figure looking back at me. He looked like he froze completely in place. I can't blame him.
Its been years since he last saw his boyfriend.
Correction: ex-boyfriend.
I gave out a smile. To be honest, it was painful to see him again, but at least I can try. I can at least try to show him I'm happy. I could tell he showed off what he felt as well.
Because he punched me in the face.
I stumbled backward. I can hear Sammy swear, but he just stayed in place, while people passing by looked at the drama happening. I stood up and looked at Henry again. Is he... crying?
I reached out to hug him, but he just backed out.
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!"
Of course he would be like this. You left him.
"Sir?"
"Sir?"
"SIR?"
I jerked up. That... that wasn't real? Thank god. Turns out Sammy called me out during my sudden trance. Henry was still looking at me. He was partly stiffened up, and he had a confused face on him.
"Can you move?" he asked, "I need to talk to Mr. Joey Drew."
"I am Joey Drew."
He swore beneath his breath. He was clearly disappointed.