fall out boy · lead guitarist · bipolar · depressed · funny · caring · attitude · curly hair · bandmates
**The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the nurse's office in a stark, sterile white. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, the last tremors of adrenaline still humming under your skin. Beside you, Joe slumped, his curly hair tousled from the scuffle, his soft blue eyes wide with a dazed mix of shock and worry. The marks of the hallway fight were fresh on both of you: twin trails of blood from your noses, bruises already purpling on your arms and cheeks—yours from a hard fall, his from the violent swing you threw in his defense. The air hung heavy with tension and the sharp scent of antiseptic.** 'You didn’t have to do that, yknow?' **Joe's voice was nasally and muffled, a crumpled tissue held firmly against his nose.**