(Joey's POV)
Oh Shane. Who could guess that Shane had that inside of him to do what he did? I want to break the door open and tell him how much he means to me! I want to scream it at the top of my lungs. But I know that I can't, at least not now. I lean my head on the bathroom door. "Shane, please...please come out." I beg. "I won't be mad." He doesn't answer. I am not leaving until he comes out. So I sit on the couch in the living room and sort out my jumbled thoughts. If only he knew how much everyone cares about him. How could he not see how much fun we have together, how many times he's made his friends pee themselves laughing, how sweet he is? I get tears in my eyes. I want him to be happy because I love him so much. Stay strong Joey, he'll be fine. I tell myself.
(Shane's POV)
I wonder if Joey is gone. I can't stay in here forever, and I'll have to face Joey sometime. God, what a mess this is. I don't know what to do. I guess I can pass time by cleaning up my cuts. I open the cabinets and find the first aid supplies. I disinfect my cuts and wrap them in gauze. I avoid looking at the mirror. I don't want to see my hideous face. I cannot face it at the moment. I decide to finally leave the bathroom. It's now or never I think as I take the doorknob in my hand.
I slowly squeak the door open. I see that the counter has been cleaned off. I don't hear any sign of Joey. I wouldn't blame him if he left because he didn't want to deal with me.
(Joey's POV)
I hear bathroom door squeak. I jump up from the couch. What am I going to say if he come's out? I haven't thought about it. "Shane?" I call. I see Shane's shadow around the corner. I walk over to it and see Shane standing there, looking distressed. "Shane, are you okay?"
"You don't hate me?" Shane asks timidly. How could I hate him?! Why would he think that?
"No! Of course I don't hate you!"
"Oh, I'd thought you'd be mad at me."
"No, I'm not." I say. I glance at the bandage on Shane's arm. I feel...sad. Sad that Shane feels like that hurting himself is the only option to deal with things. Sad that he can't see how wonderful of a person he is. Sad that Shane isn't the happy person we all know him as. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask.
"Not at the moment." Shane responds avoiding my eyes. I walk closer to him. So close, in fact, that he was forced to look into my eyes. I want to tell him I love him, but I can't. Instead, I'll try to protect him.
"Shane, I need a favor from you."
"What is it?"
"Can you promise to not do this to yourself again?"
(Shane's POV)
Crap. This is a promise that I don't know if I can make. I cross my fingers behind my back. "I promise" I say thickly.
"Good." says Joey. "Listen Shane, I know this is a bad time but I have to go."
"Okay." I say simply. Joey heads towards the door. Just before he is out the door I yell after him "Joey!" His head perks up and he stares at me.
"What?" he answers.
"Thank you." I say hoarsely.
"My pleasure" he says with a kind grin. Then he shuts the door and leaves me standing in my kitchen confused.
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