Shoey Love?

Today

(Joeys POV)

It felt great to get out of that hospital. I was so sore I could barely even move. Which is why Shane put my arm over his shoulder to keep my balance. He walked me up the stares to my apartment and led me to the couch.

When I sat down on the couch Shane proceeded to talk to me in concern.

Shane: are you ok?

Joey: yah, just sore

Shane: what even happened? Just some idiot on the road?

Joey: it was a red light and I was looking at your text. I didn't notice the green light when a car turned and hit me. Last thing I remember is seeing blood.

Shane: shit! So my text did this to you?!?

Joey: no! Shane that's not what I said!

Shane: if I hadn't sent you that text you would of paid attention to the green light!

Shane: IM AN IDIOT! I knew you were driving!

Joey: Shane...Shane calm down.

Shane: CALM DOWN? YOU WT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN ITS MY FALT YOUR INJURED???

Joey: SHANE! It's not your fault!

Shane stood off the couch hitting his head with his hand over and over again.

I struggled to stand up but when I did I grabbed his hand. Eased it down and looked into his eyes.

He started to calm down and looked back at me.

Joey: it's ok Shane. Really, I'm fine.

Shane: I'm so sorry Joey.

Joey: don't be. Ill say it again. It's NOT your fault.

Shane lowered his head onto my chest and finally stopped freaking out.

(2 hours later)

(Shane's POV)

Shane: I...should probably get home now. Unless you want me to stay and take care of you?

Joey: no. It's fine Shan! I got sawyer!

Shane: you sure...?

Shane looked deeply into my eyes.

It was a moment of silence.

Joey: yes...

I said softly

Our faces got closer. Inches away from each other.

Shane pulled away quickly

Shane: um...uh...I guess I'll be on my way then

Joey: oh...uh....ok. Wanna grab some lunch tomorrow?

Shane: you should get some rest....

Joey: nahhhh it's fine! See you tomorrow then?

Shane: yah...ok. Bye.

Joey: bye...

I left and ran to my car. IM SUCH AN IDIOT! We were about to kiss and I fucking pull away?!? IDIOT!

(10 mins later)

I arrived at my apartment...of coarse...still thinking of Joey. When am I ever not thinking of him? It's constantly everyday, I think of his eyes, his smile, his laugh...him.

(Joeys POV)

This close...this close I get to him....and I ruin it. It was him who pulled away. But it was me who let him.

I can't take it anymore. Two whole fucking years and I haven't said anything about how in love I am with him. That's enough years to make a boy crazy.

I have to tell him...

Today.