(Joey's POV)
The clock on the wall says 10:23 am. I'm still on the couch in the clothes that I wore yesterday. Yesterday: when the world fell on my shoulders.
I hear ruckus in the kitchen, so I lift my head to see Luke making breakfast. "Hey Joey. Ya want some eggs?" he asks nonchalantly
"How'd you get in here Luke?" I ask sleepily.
"The door was open. Do you want cheese on your eggs?"
"No. But why are you here."
Luke sighs. "You said some things last night that worried me. I need to to tell me what all that was about."
"There's nothing more to tell." Luke walks over with two plates of eggs in his hands and sets one of them on the coffee table in front of the couch I am still laying on.
"Yes there is Joey, there has to be more to it."
"You're right, there is. I'll start from the beginning." I told Luke everything that happened from the kiss to now. I told him how I felt and what Shane told me. I just let it out, and it felt really good.
"I'm so sorry for you...and Shane too. You really like him huh?"
"Yeah."
"Then I guess there's only one thing left to do."
"What's that?"
"Go see him."
(Shane's POV)
"Hi Shaney Bird." my mom coos. I don't answer. I've already let her go and I've let myself go even farther.
"Shane, please say something." she pleads with me. "Shane we all still love you. We can help you. You don't have to do this!" That's where she is wrong. I need to do this is so I stop hurting people. I can't keep making mistakes. I tune out my mom. Closing my eyes helps. I hear the door slam and I know my mom is gone for today.
After a while, everyone will get over my absence. They'll move on. At least that's my goal. With my eyes still closed, I drift off into a painless world of sleep.
(Joey's POV)
"I'm here to see Shane Dawson." I tell the nurse at the front counter.
"Right down that hall sugar." the lady says smacking her chewing gum.
Walking down the hall feels makes me feel scared. I don't know what Shane is going to say or how he is going to react to me. I think that he expected me to stay away from him forever. But I could never do that. If I moved on I wouldn't ever forgive myself. Although he denies it, Shane needs me to help him.
I twist the door knob to his room and hope for the best.
(Shane's POV)
"Shane?" I hear. The voice is one I was certain I would never hear again. Never could I be prepared for this blow. My body tenses. My breathing quickens. A lot of old feelings rush back like a gust of wind. "Shane, it's okay." Then I see Joey's face leaning over me. I can't keep quiet for him.
"Hi Joey." The first words I've said in a while.
"Shane, I just want you to know that you had every right to be mad at me. You weren't read to share that info. Just like I'm not ready to tell everyone I'm gay."
"No." This is the only word that can escape from my mouth. It means so much though. I mean no I shouldn't have yelled Joey. He was trying to help me. I mean no, I'm not mad. But my brain won't say these things. I'm too overwhelmed with happiness and sadness and everything in between.
It feels good to have emotions again. To live. And maybe I'm ready for life now. Maybe I just needed to take a break. All I know is that right now is perfect. Joey is here with me and I want to tell him all this. But I know that I'll have plenty of time, because Joey and I are going to have a future together.
"Joey thank you." I say.
"Shane..."
"Joey?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." Joey smiles. I smile. At the same time, I lean up and he leans down and our lips meet in the middle to form a kiss. After everything that has happened, this kiss means so much. It was like after a miner mines for days, then finally finds a diamond.
