Bad to better; a Janiel fanfic

Chapter 6

Joeys POV

   "Your moms the sweetest" I said to Daniel he just gave a small chuckle
"I know she's amazing, she really shaped me into the man I am today, I don't know where I would be without her"
     I gave him a small kiss on the cheek and he blushed
"Do you want to go swimming?" "Danny it's freezing!" I said.
We both laughed hysterically.
"Oh ya I forgot."
I got a text and looked down at my phone, it was from my dad. I immediately stopped laughing.
'If You are not home in 15 minuets a beating would be the least of your problems.'
Daniel looked over my shoulder. "No" he said.
I begged Daniel to take me home. "You don't understand if I'm not home in now 10 minutes I might have to worry for my life!" I exclaimed. His eyes widened at my tone. But then softened again. "I'm not taking you somewhere you are going to be beaten." I started crying, I realized I could be loved, I can be happy, I know this because he loves me, he makes me happy. I love Him. leaping into his arms I said "Your the only person who actually cares" quietly sobbing I looked up into his eyes "If I stay the night then maybe I can get away with it. Only because he's leaving at 4 AM for a Business trip, and I Guarantee my mom is drunk." He smiles and leans down, I go on my tippy toes and our lips connect slowly, perfectly moving in sync with each others. Almost to soon we pulled away. He rests our for heads together "good" he states "I don't want my Joey getting hurt today or ever again" I just smile up at him. Tears streaming down my face. How did I get so lucky?

Daniels POV

     We were brought back to reality by my mom yelling "Dinner" by this point my dad had come home and waited downstairs to meet Joey.

    Joey was a nervous wreck at the fact of meeting my father. But really who can blame him? We went down stairs and there were my 2 loving, beautiful parents, I just wish Joey had these types of people raising him. Not ones that he is afraid to go home to.
"Hey champ" my dad calls over from the dinner table
"Hi dad this is Joey"
"Nice to meet you sir" Joey offered a gentle smile
"please call me Finn"Joey held out a trembling hand. My dad looked at it, chuckled and gave Joey a strong hand shake. "boy take off that sweatshirt, it's like 80° in here." Joeys froze again he looked over at me with pain in his eyes. I simply gave him simple smile telling him he could do whatever he felt comfortable doing. He gave the same simple answer as earlier "I cant" he looked down almost ashamed we stayed like that for a good minute. I finally broke the silence "let's get on with dinner shall we?" I Asked "we fricken shall!" Joey said in that beautiful little voice he has. I truly do love this boy.