Lost to Me ~A Shoey Fanfic~ *ON HOLD*

Chapter 4: Consolation

~Joey's POV~

Could we hang out sometime? No, too needy...

Want to film a collab today? That's a lie. I really don't want to film a video with him, just talk. I sighed in frustration. Why is this so different from texting any of my other friends?

Because you care about Shane as more than just a friend, a little voice whispered inside my head. That wasn't inaccurate, but still...

I finally settled on Want to grab lunch?, and I was just about to hit send when my phone vibrated, shaking me out of my thoughts. I jumped, nearly dropping my phone, but luckily I caught it right before it hit the floor. It was from Shane.

Hey, wanna come over? I smiled. It was like he could read my mind.

Sure, what time? I texted back. He responded almost immediately.

In ten minutes? I ran to the bathroom and glanced at my hair. I ran my fingers through it and sighed. Five minutes to do my hair was definitely pushing it, but I could make it work for Shane.

Sounds good, see you then! Without waiting for a reply, I tossed my phone on the bed and ran to the bathroom. This is going to be the shortest five minutes ever.

~Shane's POV~

I had to talk to someone today, and the only person I could think of who would understand what I'm going through right now.

See, I don't mind being broken up with if I feel the same way about the other person. But the fact that I'm still into Lisa? That was what broke me.

Joey would get it. He's good at giving advice, too, and I'm afraid I might do or say something stupid that would ruin any chance of reconciliation with Lisa if I don't get someone else's help soon.

I pulled out my phone and stared at the lock screen. Lisa's and my smiling faces gaze back at me. I almost lose it again, but I quickly open up my text messages.

Huh...looks like Joey might have had the same idea as me, as I saw the little speech bubble with the ellipsis that meant he was typing. But before he could finish, I sent my text to him.

Hey, wanna come over? To my delight, he replied quickly.

Sure, what time? I looked in the mirror. My eyes weren't as swollen and red as they were several minutes ago, and I needed human interaction. And fast.

In ten minutes?

I walked to the now half-empty closet and began the search for clean, decent clothes. My phone vibrated.

Sounds good, see you then! Oh great...ten minutes meant prioritizing...straighten the hair, or change out of my robe and brush my teeth. I thought for a split-second, then made my decision.

Joey wouldn't care if my hair made my head look like a giant penis...however after our mini argument on the podcast about teeth-brushing, I decided to go with the second option.

Funny, it was like I was trying to impress him. At that I almost smiled.

Almost.

~Joey's POV~

"Well hello there all you chickadeeanyas! I'm on my way to Shane's house, and I'm stuck in terrible, terrible traffic! Grr! LA traffic just makes me so frickin mad!"

I looked to my left and saw the lady next to me in her car laughing at me. "Oh my god. Guys. The lady next to me is laughing at me for driving and vlogging! Well," I did a mini hair flip, "rude and disrespectful! See you guys when I get to Shane's house!"