Sorry this chapter is short, I don't have much time lately, but I wanted you guys to have something to read! ~Lauren
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(Shane's POV)
I weave in and out of sleep. Sometimes I don't know if I'm awake or asleep, but either way I hear Joey's voice in a whisper telling me how much he loves me. I don't know if it's real, nor do I care. All I know is I am safe and warm and someone loves me. That's all I really need right now.
I wake up at dawn, while the sun is in the middle of rising. The sky is orange and pink at the bottom, but light baby blue more upwards. I look over the side of the couch, expecting to find Joey waiting for me on the floor. Instead I find that he's not there. I feel suffocated and panicked. I try to fling off my blankets, but they cling to me and I am trapped like a fly in a spider's web. Suddenly I hear Joey's voice in the distance. My covers release me from their clutches and I jump up to try to see Joey...but he's not there! "Joey! Joey!" I call with tears streaming down my face. "JOEY! JOOOOEEEEY!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Nobody answers. I collapse on the floor and begin to shake with sadness. I cannot talk or move. All I can do is sit there, while my tears dry sticky on my face. I stay there forever, with no expressions. I feel empty and alone. Then I hear someone calling my name
"Shane? Shane? Wake up Shane!" it whispers. I slowly drift to consciousness. I am still on the couch. I am sweating and shivering at the same time. Joey is sitting beside me, looking worried. I take a deep breath as I come to the conclusion that it was all just a bad dream.
(Joey's POV)
Shane was yelling my name in his sleep...what could that mean? I see Shane wake up "Shane? Are you okay?" I ask. I'm not going to mention that he was yelling for me. He might feel embarrassed.
"Yeah. I'm fine, I just had a nightmare." says Shane shakily.
"Do you need anything?"
"No...I don't think so." I know that he's not telling me something. And I know that he won't tell me if I ask what is wrong. It's so frustrating. I want to help him, but he won't tell me anything. I wish he knew how much he means to me so that he would know that I won't ever judge him. I look into his green eyes. I have to hold myself back from leaning forward and kissing him.
