(Shane's POV)
I feel my stomach growling and it reminds me that I haven't eaten in 24 hours. I almost ask Joey to go get me a bagel or something, but decide against it since I deserve a little pain after making Lisa deal with me for a year. After my crying fit with Joey, I don't have any tears left. I am just laying on the couch numb, with Joey watching over me. As I awake even more, I being to remember last night and crying myself to sleep with Joey, who is now in the kitchen banging pots and pans to make himself some "eggyanyas" as cheerful as ever. Maybe he is trying to cheer me up too. Well, it's not working. What exactly happened last night? I remember kissing Joey, when he thought I'd fallen asleep. But who knows. I admit that I was sort of delusional with grief last night, so these memories could be screwed up. Joey's not gay, I'm not gay, that's that. But really, I'm not sure of anything at the moment. I secretly loved being so close to Joey last night. But of course you did idiot! No one wants to cry alone! Apart from the elusive kiss, the dream I just woke up to really is messing with my head! It was like I needed Joey, like...like...I loved him. Come on Shane, this break up is just messing with your head. I tell myself.
All this thinking is giving me a head ache and all I really want to do is go back to sleep. Is this who I'll be forever? A heartbroken soul trapped here? No, surly not. A moment later, Joey's voice takes me out of my day dreaming. "Hey Shane, what do you want for breakfast?" he calls from the kitchen.
"I'm not hungry." I shout back at him, even though I am actually exhausted and empty.
(Joey's POV)
He's lying. I know he's hungry! I havn't seen him eat since I saw him yesterday morning, but I can't force him to eat or he'll force me away. I've got to tiptoe around to answer so I don't upset him. "Are you sure Shane?"
"Yeah I'm fine! I can always eat later."
"Okay then. Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure, how 'bout a glass of water?" I begrudgingly fill up a glass, pick up my scrambled eggs and go to the living room where Shane is still sitting on the couch. He's got bedhead hair and dark shadows under his eyes. He is still wearing his clothes from yesterday. I see that he still has a bandage on his upper forearm. But somehow when I pass him his water, he still manages a big smile and says, "Thanks." I don't know how he can feel the way he feels and go through all this shit and still produce a genuine smile. It's amazing and heartbreaking at the same time because that although that smile can hide most of the pain, that I know he's in, his beautiful eyes show otherwise. They alert me that Shane is actually heavyhearted and hurting.
"Joey, why are you staring at me. You havin' a seizure or something?" Shane says jokingly.
"Haha, sorry! I'm just tired I guess" I answer. I sit down next to Shane to eat my breakfast. Shane gulps up his water thristily. We sit in an awkward silence for a while until Shane speaks up,
"Joey?"
"Yeah Shane?"
"Did we kiss last night?"
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HAHAHAHA a cliffhanger! X) I'm evil ~Lauren
