Shoey OneShots

Introduction | That Kind of Person.

{ a/n: So, I've had lots of ideas for Shoey stories that don't fit in with the plots of my ongoing fanfictions so I thought, Hm...whenever I get an idea, Why not just write it and use it as a One shot? Furthermore: This was born. People seem to enjoy smut more than anything, so there will probably be a lot of that but for now I hope you enjoy this little work to start off our voyage. x }

I think as a child our thinking was best. We weren't old enough to be tainted by the world and we hadn't yet experienced hypocrisy or violence or tragedy or lies. Everything about us was pure. Everyone loved us because what was not to love? We were cute, we were innocent, We told the truth because we didn't know that anything could be bad.

I miss being a kid. But I don't think its because of my innocence. I think its because of this kid I remember vaguely, I think his name started with a J. I've seen him and I in pictures together before. My mom still teases me and says we were in love each other-But we were five. And I'm not gay. My mom even says we used hold hands and 'kiss'. But what five year old didn't hold hands with their best friend?

I don't miss being friends with Joey or Josh, whatever his name was, because to this day I hardly knew him. Our paths must've split somewhere along the way because I haven't laid my eyes on him since I was seven, and even then we weren't friends anymore. Its just... I've been thinking about him a lot lately for some reason. I guess I feel we deserved to continue being friends after how close we were. I don't know why I've been thinking about him. I need to get him out of my head.

And even now, as I sit in cursed Algebra 1A, I can't stop thinking about him. I wonder where he is, what school he goes to. Is he sitting in a boring math class, his mind wandering to his long lost best friend of five years old? Or does he have better things to do? Is he a super smart nerdy kid, nose always in a book? Is he a stereotypical jock, hitting on some hot cheerleader? Or is he like me, one of the best kinds if people? Not to be vain, or anything, but if you knew me: you'd agree. I'm just /that/ kind of person, if you understand. And if you don't...I mean that kind of person who doesn't judge you because he's been there before. He knows how to be quiet when its needed, he knows when you're upset and need to be cheered up, he knows when to be serious, and he knows when you need help. But he's also extremely hilarious when you give him a chance. I was that person.

Anyway.... It was killing me to know what happened to him. Maybe I missed him? But we were five! I don't even know what he's like, what he looks like, who he is. What if I happen to do some digging, find him, but end up hating him? But maybe the opposite could happen. Maybe we could meet again, and be able to rebuild what we lost as our innocence was. Maybe we grew completely apart but still have similarities within those differences. Or maybe we developed similar interests all on our own. Maybe we were copies, maybe we were mirrors. Maybe we were the same type of person. But as the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the end of the school day, I realized how absurd I was being. A five year old friend and potential crush, Really Shane? That's what you're choosing to pursue instead of your Algebra homework? I sighed as I threw my books into my locker and yanked out my book bag, praying it didn't rip out all the junk residing in the bottom if my locker. It didn't, thank god.

I threw my book bag over my shoulder as I shut my locker and followed the crowd of my other associates to the bus exit. Once on the bus, I plugged my ear buds in and drowned out the world around me to the sound of Bring Me The Horizon. I couldn't help but wonder if he liked this kind of music...

Once the bus reached my house, I rose from my seat and walked down the dirty bus aisle, muttering an appropriate "excuse me" from seat to seat until I reached the front. I stepped off the bus, shutting off my music as I trudged down my driveway and walked right in. My mom worked from home, so the door was always unlocked. Instead of walking in to see my mom click-clacking away on her computer, she had her head in her hands and I could tell she was crying. "M-mom?" I asked, stuttering. My mom hasn't cried since she divorced my horrible dad, Something terrible had to have happened. She lifted her head, wiping at her eyes, before offering me a shaky smile. Her eyes drifted from my face back to her computer screen. "Shane... Do you remember your childhood buddy, Joey? They moved when he was twelve because his dad left them?" I nodded, feeling a slight tremor go through me. So, Joey was his name after all. Why was she crying because of him? He moved five years ago, What does anything he's done affect her? "Come here," She whispered, almost as if she was afraid to talk any louder.

I walked over to where she was, glancing over her shoulder at her computer screen. What I saw, was an obituary. For a 17-year-old kid named Joey Graceffa who killed himself from jumping from the highest building in town. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes swam over his picture. His radiant smile matched his glowing green eyes, and he was beautiful. But I'd never get to see his beauty in person, He was dead. Any chance I had to be his friend again was blown to smithereens. But as my eyes met "his", I knew. I knew what kind of person he was. He was that kind of person who doesn't judge you because he's been there before. He knows how to be quiet when its needed, and he knows when you're upset and need to be cheered up. He knows when to be serious, and he knows when you need help. But he's also extremely hilarious when you give him a chance. He was that person.