Speak Loudly.

Chapter 9

Date: March 13, 1996
Joey: Age 11
Shane: Age 12
{A/N: They are growing up so quickly ;-; I have every chapter planned out already, and there is only going to be about thirty chapters in this book, just a heads up.}
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{Joeys Pov}

I woke up from a long sleep. It was Saturday, and I promised Shane we could do something today.

I guess this is what they consider that awkward time, right? When your body starts doing weird things and hair starts growing in places it just shouldn't grow?

Yeah, tell me about it. All these hormones and things or whatever running through my veins. My bone and joints cracked as I stood up. I felt wobbly again today.

Just make it through another day, Joey.

I would constantly find myself reminding myself of that. I guess there is a point where you know something is very wrong with you.

I'm just scared of what it might be.

I was wearing Shane's hoodie he gave me a year back, which uncomfortably and comfortably came up to right below my bell button. Besides that I was just wearing my underwear.

Mother would be so ashamed I'm not wearing the fancy and comfortable flannels she bought me every other week because 'You can never have too many flannels.'

I thought about Shane some more. He was growing, too. He had gotten a little more muscular, a little taller, a little sturdier,

A little hotter.

But I pushed that last thought to the back of my mind. He's your best friend, you hopeless romantic.

Eh, sometimes romantic, but sometimes I really just want to bang-

Okay, now stop. That's where you stop Joey. Before you get a boner.

Or a booner, as Shane likes to call them.

I laughed to myself at that and took off Shane's hoodie to get dressed.

I stared at myself in my mirror.

I was getting a little more muscular, but also a lot skinnier. Bruises made a month ago still painted my skin, all over my back and tummy and upper arms, and legs.

They just refused to go away. I tried to keep my face pretty, though.

I put my hand on my head to check for a fever.

Not as bad as yesterday.

My bones creaked a little as got into a nice button up and jeans. I put on my glasses and slipped on some of my 'Man boots'.

I gently brushed my hair with my fingers, getting out tangles. I never had to do it, it just stayed the way I liked it on its own.

The only part of my body that listens to me.

I went to the bathroom and tried to cover up the bruises you could see on my upper arms, since the shirt was short sleeved. I could never quite cover the one on the back of my neck, but I hoped no one would see.

I walked out of the bathroom and was greeted down the hall by a smiling and adorable and attractive and gorgeous and hot and sexy-

Um, uh, Shane. I meant.

Joey: Shaney!

Shane laughed at the little name I gave him.

Shane: You were taking long in there, huh Joey?