Our Bromance (Shoey Fanfiction)

Shane's Date

Joey's POV

"Joey?" Shane asked, literally the second I stepped outside.

"What?" I snapped, obviously not feeling as fresh as I had before.

Shane cleverly took a step back as he began to look uncomfortable, "About what happened before-"

"UGH!" I yelled at him, although it wasn't his fault I was angry, but I wish he would stop being to darn adorable! "I don't want to talk about it. What's in the past is in the past, don't you have a date to go to, anyway?"

Shane sighed and stomped off downstairs, slamming the door as he left. Shit.

I turned into the bathroom and used my razor once more on my wrist. It felt good to feel the air brushing up against the wound so I decided to leave my sleeve folded up so that the breeze could get at it, after all, I was alone.

As I came downstairs, the wound scraped on the zip on my jacket and I winced in pain, picking up my arm to examine it.

Just at that moment, before I had time to hide it, Shane came barging in.

"Sorry, I forgot my-"

He stopped in his tracks and stared at my arm and I attempted to fold it back up in my jacket.

"Shane this isn't what it looks like." I jumped back, my jacket successfully covering my scarred flesh.

Shane's POV

I wasn't angry at him, I was...confused. Why would he do something like this? Happy, smiley, lovable Joey Graceffa. Did he get hurtful comments about his sexuality? Or maybe it was... Was it me questioning him on what had happened earlier on while playing Who Kissed Me?

"Joey..." Was all I could manage as my legs collapsed, luckily, the sofa was beside me so I landed there, comfortably enough.

Joey slowly took a few steps and then sat besides me. He must have seen the hurt look on my face because he apologised and tried to explain,

"Shane, I'm so so sorry," He began, "These cuts, they're only there because I'm not who you think I am. I'm different from what people think of me its as if here's two Joeys, the one you know is a fake and the other is-"

I knew how he felt. The matching scars on my wrist explained that.

Joey's POV

"Locked away?" Shane interrupted, and the look on his face made me want to cry right there on the spot, "Look, Joey. I've been there before. I have those scars and I know what you feel like, you're not alone. As much as I want to tell you that this is right, I know that it isn't and I have been down that road. I don't want you doing the same thing as me, Joey." The thing he said next closed up my throat: "You still have a life to live for."

The tears began to roll down my cheeks as Shane embraced me into a tight hug. These are the reasons I love Shane. He always understands me when nobody else does. He's been through a lot so whenever I show a sign of doing those things, he tells me whether its right or wrong and usually how to approach the situation.

This time, I didn't believe him.

"You don't understand." I mumbled as I curled up into his shirt.

"Joey-"

"No, Shane. I think I'll have to fight through this one alone."

"Joey-"

"I don't believe that you've had similar feelings to me and I don't believe you can-"