On My Own (A Shoey Fanfic)

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Joey's POV~

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Shane's face. And you don't know how good it feels unless you've lived it yourself.

I carefully untangled myself from him and slipped out of bed. I yawned, stretched, and pulled the blinds open. This was the best sleep I'd had in what seemed like forever.

Shane moaned as the sunlight streamed in onto his face. "Joey..." he mumbled. "What time is it?"

I glanced over at my phone. "Just past 10:30," I filled him in. "Do you want some breakfast?"

He rolled over and pulled the blankets up over his head. "I want to sleep..." he trailed off, burying his face in the pillow.

I laughed and pulled off my shirt. "I'm going to take a shower," I announced.

"Mmm..." He shifted slightly and I chuckled. I took off the bandage on my side and got into the shower. Standing there, I let the hot water pour down on my face. The cuts on my wrists were scabbed over by now, but the large gash still looked fresh. Even thinking about that dark time made me feel like I wanted to cry, but I just reminded myself that Shane was just on the other side of the door in my bed.

After I felt refreshed, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to the bedroom to retrieve some clothes and a fresh bandage. Shane was still lounging in bed, but he perked up as I walked in. He wolf whistled and rested his head in his hands.

I laughed, flexing my muscles. "Like what you see?" I joked.

He rolled his eyes. "No, I can barely stand to look at the monstrosity that is your body." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

I turned to the chest of drawers and pulled out some clothes. "Can I trust you not to look or do I have to change in the bathroom?" I offered, looking over my shoulder and giving a cheeky smile.

"Oh, I won't look." He winked and I turned away, laughing softly to myself as I undid the towel from around my waist. I could feel his eyes boring into me from behind, but I tried my best not to think too much of it. I mean, it was Shane.

I slipped on some underwear and skinny jeans, then turned back to face him. "Can you help me re-wrap my wound?" I asked, holding the bandages out to him.

His face softened and he smiled. "Of course I can. You don't even need to ask, Joey." He carefully placed the bandage overtop of the line of stitches on my left side. His fingers moved with gentle precision, pressing the slightly adherent gauze right where it was needed.

His hands lingered for a moment, brushing over my hip bone. I looked over at him, turning a bit red. "Th-thanks," I stuttered, smiling like an idiot. I slipped a shirt over my head and changed the subject. "Are you ready to get up now?"

He considered it for a minute. "I dunno... what's in it for me?"

"We're going on our picnic today, remember?" I glanced at myself in the mirror, running a hand through my hair. It was a mess, but I would finish doing it later. "And, I'll make you some breakfast."

"Mmm," Shane closed his eyes and collapsed back into the pillow once more. "That does sound tempting."

"You get in the shower, and I'll get some food," I walked out. "It'll be ready in about ten minutes. Sound good?"

"Deal," he smiled. I headed out, striding happily along. It really was a lovely day outside. How could I not be cheerful?

Sawyer was chilling on the couch with his laptop in the front room. "Good morning!" I sung, beaming. "Want some breakfast? I'm already making some for Shane, so it'd be no trouble."