Criminal ~ Shoey

Chapter 3 - I've been waiting for you.

Chapter 3 - I've been waiting for you.

* Shane's POV *

We really didn't talk after that. They'd taken off their disguises, asking me to throw them in the back; which I gladly obliged. They were giving me a haven, I just hoped they didn't change their mind. 

About ten minutes after being "welcomed" to their "team", Joey unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed in the back with me. He was rifling through some stuff in the back of the car, and I just watched him. There was really nothing else I could do. He turned back around, producing a thin blanket from the back of the car. "You don't mind sharing, do you?" Joey sent me a warm smile and I shook my head, weakly smiling back. I honestly didn't know if this was a facade or not...I didn't know if he was being nice to get me comfortable around them or if he was truly being who Joey was. 

Joey scooted closer to me and threw the blanket over us. It wasn't very big but it covered us both. Sawyer stayed silent and kept driving but I think Joey was really curious to know more about me. Pulling his knees up into the seat, he turned to face me; the blanket falling off of him slightly. "How old are you?" He asked, resting his chin on his knees. "Seventeen.." Joey smiled slightly, "I'm eighteen. When's your birthday?" 

"July eighteenth."

"Oh cool, mine's May sixteenth." 

The Q-and-A went on for some time and I found out Joey's favorite color (Army Green. Not just any green, army green!), his favorite movie (The Hunger Games or Titanic. Depending on what kind of mood he's in), and even his favorite food (Which he doesn't have) and he found out the same about me. It turns out, Joey's actually a decent person and not just some villian. I never found out any of these things from the news stories or magazine articles. This was better than any of those. 

But after another five minutes of questioning, I think Sawyer got tired of hearing it. "Shut up, Joey." He growled, rolling his eyes. Joey pouted.

* Joey's POV *

Sawyer was jealous! I really didn't think he could get jealous...I didn't think he felt that way about me anymore. And I really wasn't trying to use Shane, I really wanted to get to know him if we were going to be spending so much time together. I pouted with a soft sigh. 

"Whatever Sawyer. Where are we going anyway?" I was getting restless. I was tired of being cramped in a car and I was just plain tired. "L.A. Would you chill, We're almost there. Maybe we can convince the receptionist to give us two rooms this time.." 

At the last shitty motel, Sawyer basically pulled his gun on the woman and she gave in; letting us have a room for a night free. We didn't really care if she told, but she'd have to wait until we were gone. And she did. "I wanna share a room with Shane.." I sounded kind of whiny, but I didn't care. "Why?" Sawyer asked, glancing back at us. Shane was leaning against the window, looking out. He seemed to be falling asleep. "We just ripped his life into ours, stealing his choice away from, and basically brought his life into our hands. Maybe he doesn't want to be alone." And it was true, after all. I wouldn't want to be alone. "Fine, fine. What about your payment?" I don't see why Sawyer continued this. He knew that I knew I was stuck with him. Fucking me senselessly didn't make me love him. It kind of made me hate him. I almost felt like I was being molested...but yet I wasn't because I let Sawyer do this to me. I let him push me around and tell me what to do. I'm scared of Sawyer. And I was scared to admit how scared I was of him. But I can't abandon him now; He's a mastermind. I need him. "Fuck the payment." 

But I didn't know...Maybe I could confide in Shane. Shane seems like the kind of person who would listen because of what he's been through. I'd have to find out later. 

*Shane's POV*

"T-Two rooms?" the woman stuttered. This was wrong...

"Yes, two. Hurry the fuck up. And if you don't call the cops, until atleast after we're gone, You won't get hurt." 

She was an elderly woman and she was literally shaking with fear. I felt terrible. She shoved two room keys in our direction, shying away from us. Sawyer grabbed them and started off down the hall. I guess I was shaking too because Joey wrapped an arm around my shoulders; leading us down the hall after Sawyer. Sawyer stopped in front of a room and, tossing us our room key, opened his door. "I'm waking you guys at five. Be Ready. Joey, if you need any clothes I'm keeping the bag in our room." Joey nodded and removed his arm from around my shoulders, leaning down to pick up the room key from where it fell on the floor. Slipping it from it's sleeve, he unlocked the door and pushed it in. I went in first and he followed. "Hope you don't mind sharing a bed." Joey stated, after seeing that there was only one bed in the room. I felt heat rising to my cheeks and I was glad it was dark in the room. 

Joey went to turn on a lamp by the bed then froze, "You don't mind sharing a bed, do you? Like..you aren't homophobic or anything?" Joey glanced back at me as he switched on the lamp. I laughed for a second then shook my head. "What's so funny?" He asked, picking up the remote from beside the lamp. "I'm gay." I decided to be honest. I mean, he was gay too. "Oh.." Joey trailed off and I saw his face turn a light shade of pink. Was he blushing?! 

* Joey's POV *

Well...That cleared things up. Atleast now I didn't have to feel bad for thinking he was hot. 

He plopped back onto the bed, stretching out. That was the exact thing I wanted to do. I jumped, literally jumped, into the bed; almost landing on him. I laughed and he shot me a mock-terrified glance. "Oh, hush." I rolled my eyes, "I wouldn't hurt you." I knew how stupid that sounded since all of America thought we were ruthless killers. But I didn't care. It was true, I wouldn't hurt Shane. I stretched out of my stomach, setting the remote in between us. I didn't care what we watched. I didn't care if we watched anything at all. I glanced around the room. Across from the bed was a TV set with an old flatscreen resting on top of it. Next to that was a mini-fridge and a microwave balanced above it. Then a funny looking couch with floral print that probably smelled off to the left of the bed. And to the right a nightstand. It wasn't the highest of commodities but it was better than some of the other places we crashed at. Shane was watching me. When he realized that I noticed him he blushed and looked away. I wanted to know what he was thinking. 

I pouted. "Why'd you do that?" He looked back at me, arching a brow. "Do what?" He asked, leaning against the headboard. I sat up, placing my hands in my lap. "Look away?" He shrugged. "I didn't want you to think I was creepy." I shook my head, "I couldn't have thought that if I tried..." I trailed off. We stayed silent for a minute, just looking at eachother. I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me. I wonder if he thought I was a monster. "Of course I don't think you're a monster." I tilted my head, surprised. Did I say that out loud?! I decided to play it off. "Then what do you think?" He was quiet for a minute, thinking, "I think you're incredible." 

I was surprised. What reasons have I given him to think I was incredible? Atleast he didn't think of me what America did. Or most of America. I picked my hand up out of my lap and gently traced his bruise. He didn't flinch but I saw that it bothered him. I stopped immediately and dropped my hand. "No..." He trailed off before finishing his thought. "I've been waiting for this." I let slip out. I keep speaking my thoughts..I needed to get it together! "Waiting for what?" He asked, watching me intently. "Waiting...for a friend. Someone I can be honest with, someone I can be real with. I've been waiting for you." 

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So, I wanted to say a huge Thank You to @shoeyssuperluv for dedicating one of her newest chapters to this story! Go check out her fic! (:

Oh & Thank you for almost 100 reads! Wow! I'm sorry for not updating this one sooner; I'll try. And yes, I know Joey isn't older than Shane. Joey's only older because it works better for the storyline. Anyway, Thanks for Reading & Voting; May the odds be ever in your favor, goooodbye! c': 

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