Joey for Shane [A Shoey FanFic]

Chapter 73: Congrats-u-f*cking-lations

Joey: Shane who was it!

Shane: That guy!

Joey: What guy?!

Shane: Our trip to Boston, that asshole on the plane.

Joey: The one that got mad because we were kissing?

Shane: Yup.

Joey: Are you sure? That doesn't even make sense!

Shane: Yeah it's crazy! But it was him!

Joey: Ok Shane, get a shower.

Shane: Why?!

Joey: Cause you're sweating and we have to go to the police!

Shane: What am I going to tell them! "This guy that was on a plane magically found out where I lived, waited for me in the garage and stabbed me, I don't know his name or where he's from." HOW WILL THEY FIND THAT GUY!?

Joey: That's a cops job to find people through investigation! They would have investigated a little already if you had remembered. They can look up who was on our flight that day, and since he was in the row next to us they can contact the airport and find out his ID!

Shane: Wow...someone's been watching way too many crime shows!

Joey: It'll work Shane! Now hurry!

[Joey's POV]

While Shane showered, I texted Luke telling him about how Shane remembers!

Joey: Shane knows who stabbed him!

Luke: Who! Do we know him!? Go to the police!

Joey: I told you about that guy on the plane to Boston?

Luke: HIM! What!

Joey: Apparently, Shane said it was him!

Luke: How are they going to get him?

Joey: We'll get it worked out!

[Shane's POV]

Even in the hot shower I was shivering. To bump into this guy in the streets would be the worst possible thing to happen, and since I know he's been in LA recently...

When I had finished in the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and tried stepping out. Joey was at the mirror fixing his hair.

Joey: You alright?

Shane: Yeah...

Joey: Why do you look so weary?

Shane: Thoughts.

Joey: Keep this one thought in mind, that bitch that stabbed you, is screwed.

I was getting images of that guy in my head. From the plane, how mad he got. From the garage, to when I looked up at his vicious smirk as he ran away from me after the knife had impacted.

Joey: Shane! You're drawing a blank? Hello? *Steps close to Shane waving hand in front of his face.*

There was a strike of dizziness hitting my head.

[Joey's POV]

Shane looked paranoid. Nervous, freaked out...he looked everything bad.

Joey: Are you sure you're ok?

Shane: Y-yeah...y-yeah...tota-

Shane's body fell forward onto me, I caught him and tried keeping him standing.

Joey: Woah Shane!

Shane: H-help me.

I lifted Shane up and carried him into the bedroom, setting him down gently on the bed.