Skinny Love (A Toey Fanfiction)

Chapter 9- Lucky I'm in Love

This chapter is based off the song: Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Callait.

Enjoy!

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TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

I could tell Joey was nervous. His hand was patting the bed really fast. We would laugh a lot in between, because is was kind of funny how much we were in love. I would always check to see if he was okay, or hurt, or just wanted to stop. It was pure heaven, and probably the best night of my life.

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My eyes popped open. What happened? My legs are sore, and a warm body is pressed up against mine. Then, it all came back. The memories. The best memories ever. I was cuddled into Joey's side and my face was in the crook of his neck. Our legs were intertwined. I lifted up my blanket and saw that we were both naked. I chuckled a bit to myself. Last night was the best night of my life. "Joey." I whispered. He started to jerk his head around, and his green eyes were revealed. Joey seemed to immediately remember last night, and he looked at me. His smiled got impossibly bigger. "Hi there." He said softly. I pecked his swollen, chapped lips that were remains of last night. His eyes were a bit glazed over, which is normal. Both of our bodies were stiff. "I'm so lucky

to be in love with you." Joey said. I blushed.

"Okay, lets not get crazy here." I chuckled. "Sorry! You know what would be cute?" Joey asked. "Lets vlog this moment." Joey said excitedly and got his camera off of the nightstand. I put on my glasses, and Joey held his camera above us. I made sure to be as cute as possible. So I cuddled him as tight as I could. "Good morning! Or good night! Or whatever your time is. I am in bed with Tyler-Anya." I waved lazily. "We are going to take over the cutest couple spot on YouTube!" I said. Joey laughed. "I guess we will see you whenever. Tyler's mom's funeral is in a couple of hours and I obviously am not going to vlog during that time. Maybe after. Okay, see you then!" Joey said and put his hand on the camera and shut it off. Joey kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. "Hardest day of my life." I had totally forgotten today was the day of my mother's funeral. My vision was getting blurry. A drop of liquid touched my face. "Baby, I'm not going to tell you everything is going to be alright, because I would be hysterical. But I am not going to let you go. Emotionally and physically." Joey said. He was crying too.

"I love you." I muffled through tears. "I love you too." He said. We exchanged hugs and kisses, and started getting ready for the worst day of my life.

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We arrived at the funeral home, and my breaths were becoming heavier and my heart was beating faster. I squeezed Joey's hand so hard, his blood circulation could have been cut off. It was like walking to my wedding, but worst. Everyone will be looking toward me. I will be the center of attention. We entered the not-so-crowded room. The funeral hadn't started yet, it was just family. I embraced everyone. Tom wasn't being such a douche, he was actually sad. I introduced Joey to more family. Then people started showing up. Joey and I stood next to the coffin. Mom was actually very beautiful. Just not how I would preferred her. Maybe is she was smiling, and if her eyes were more crinkled. Her skin should have had more depth, and glow. Her jawline shouldn't have been so prominent and cheeks so sunk. She probably wanted to look so skinny when she was alive, not like this.

"Tyler, tell me if you need a break." Joey whispered as he sighted the people coming up to us. Joey did not leave my side no matter what. He stayed, which is new for me. Everyone questioned the new man by my side, but Joey was a gentlemen the entire time. I think he made a good impression. Sometimes he would whisper, "I love you," into my ear every now and then. I would give him a smile, which basically meant, I love you too. More people came up and started crying in my face. The more my anxiety started getting higher. I gave Joey a look, and excused myself. I rushed towards the bathroom.