Life Ends, Love Stays (A Moey Fanfic)

Chapter 12 - Stay With Me

Meghan's POV

I finally pushed myself up onto my feet, following Sawyer to Joey's bedroom. I heard a quiet conversation coming from the two of them. I sighed in relief, he woke up. "Where's Meghan?" I heard his sleepy voice ask. I was still hiding in the shade behind his door, listening to his sweet breathing. Sawyers head turned and I knew he saw me. I stepped back quickly but he was already making his way towards me. 

"I'm here," I said quietly, walking out of the shadows. His tear-stained face lit up when he saw me, a smile forming.  I made my way around Sawyer, touching his hand gently, letting him know I was thankful. I knelt down on Joey's bed and bent down to hug him. His weak arms wrapped around my waist as I brought my head from his shoulder until we were touching nose to nose. His skin felt cold under me and I brought my hand to both sides of his face.

"I'll just leave you two," I heard Sawyer say behind me, followed by some footsteps and a shutting door. Joey opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off with my lips against his. He kissed back without argument. My teeth grazed his lip aggressively. I felt Joey's soft hands start moving their way up my back. My shirt was slowly being lifted up. 

Sayers rough voice startled me from downstairs, "I'm going out! You guys have fun!" I felt Joey's lips curve into a smile. I knew what he was thinking. I pulled my body off of his for a second to give him a chance to remove my shirt completely. I was now straddeling him. When I looked at him, his evil grin was already spread across his face. I couldn't help but laugh as my shirt was pulled over my face. 

Joey's facial expression changed completely. Concern now filled his eyes. Then I remembered. My hand went down quickly to my stomach. I promised myself I wouldn't touch this part of my body, but I had too. I felt the dry skin pressed against my brittle bones. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. Why was I stupid enough to let Joey see me like this!? Joey swept my hands away from my eyes but I did not have enough courage to look at him. "It's okay." said his shaky voice, "you are, and always will be, the most beautiful girl in the world." 

I almost cried but instead let out an awkward laugh. Tears gathered in my eyes so I closed them quickly, not letting myself cry. Joeys lips touched mine and I brought my body back down on his. I was scared he wasn't comfortable with my shriveled up body against his. I disgusted myself. I started pulling Joeys shirt off but stopped myself. My lips came off of his and I started twisting the shirt between my fingers. "It's okay." Joey said again, "I promise." To help me he pulled his shirt off his self. 

I couldn't. I couldn't get myself to touch him. I hate my sickness. I hate myself. I can't stand sitting on here with a shriveled up, pale, nasty stomach. The tears I promised would not come started running down my face. "Oh no, please don't cry." Joey said, trying to get me to stop. I tried as well, wiping them away with my hands. "This is all my fault! I'm not supposed to be with you, Meghan, I'm not good for you, I'll mess up and hurt you, and I won't be able to live with myself after!" 

It was me. It was me that made him break down like that. We're both breaking, outside and in. I snatched my shirt from the floor and got off of Joey. I put it on while walking out the door. Strong hands were wrapped around me before I could get out the door. "No," Joey whispered, delicately, "Please don't leave me, let's, um, lie down or something. Let's.. talk." With that, my hand was in his and we were both in his bed again. 

 "Stay with me," he whispered, "for as long as you can." 

A/N Short chapter .-. Um, at least I updated! Anyways! I was gonna make this a sex scene but I wasn't in the mood. Plus, I've had writers block for the past week. Halp! But Joey Caster just followed me on instagram!! :D