I know you better -Shoey-

Chapter 38: Smokes and rubs

{Joeys Pov}

The whole night I had dreams about Stacy. The way her body was sprawled across the floor, still barely shaking and the way her eyes drifted everywhere, her instincts trying to keep her conscious. The way Devon held her. It was so scary. She died. She was just gone so quickly. It wasn't fair. She shouldn't be gone. It won't be the same without her.

I woke up and wiped my face, sweating. Shanes arms lazily fell to my waist. I looked to the other side of me where Meghan was sleeping peacefully. I quietly got up and searched my jeans for the boxes of pretty much death. But instead I just found my barely used lighter and about three cigarettes. I probably only need one or two anyways.

I snuck outside. To beside the house, where I sat beside a bush and started to smoke. It was already 9:30, so I guess we were all just not going to school today, which will be fine with our parents, I hope. It was friday too, so nothing really important was going on today.

The toxins burned my lungs at first, but then settled into me.

{Shanes Pov}

I woke up to find only Luke, Devon, and I were still on the pallet. I got up and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Everyone else was in there, making cereal or breakfast.

Ian: 'Morning Shane.

Ian said, sleepily. His messy hair nearly covered his eyes and Anthony's arm was around his shoulder, which wasn't weird or 'Gay' to them, it was more of a brother type thing.

Shane: Good morning everyone. Where's Joey?

I asked. Cat, who was probably the only one listening, shrugged.

Cat: Maybe he's outside or something. He's probably not far.

I nodded and told them I was heading outside.

{Joeys Pov}

I leaned against the brick house and took a huge puff. I watched as it came out against the chilly air, and almost 'Aww'd at it's different kind of beautifulness.

It was almost gone, but I was going to fully use it before I used my second one,

I don't know when he got there, but I looked up and Shane was hovering above me, his hands on his hips.

Joey: H-hey.

I stuttered, nervously. I put the cigarette out on my skin, which burned first, but not for very long. Shane looked at me wide eyed and sat down against the house beside me, taking my hand.

Shane: Why do you smoke?

I blinked slowly, hoping I wasn't going to have to talk about my emotions. Not right now.

Joey: To be at peace- to stray away from mental issues or anxiety.

I claimed.

Joey: Why do you still starve yourself?

Shane shrugged.

Shane: I don't like my body.

Shane took the second cigarette and lighter slowly out of my hand.

But before I could give him the most loving 'What the fuck?' He lit it and brought it to his lips. When he pulled it back he started hacking and coughing.

I took it away from him and put it out.

Joey: Shane! What the hell! You wanna get yourself killed, boy?!

I pulled him into my arms.

Shane: It seemed appetizing.

I rolled my eyes.