joey's pov
The thought of being alone hurt me.
It hurt me a lot. I didn't want to know what it felt like to feel empty and alone. Not again.
I lied in the bed I share with Alex,
who I just caught kissing another.
I covered my face with a pillow as quiet sobs came from my mouth.
I didn't need Alex hearing.
He wouldn't care anyway so it doesn't matter.
I sat in silence, my boyfriend kissing another man just downstairs.
I wipe my face and thought to myself, "why?" I am a good person. I do not wrong to have someone I love do this.
But I don't love him, He doesn't love me either. Alex and I are in a toxic relationship. Alex wants a good fuck, a man toy. Not a relationship nor me.
I sigh as I hear the door close, and the sound of footsteps walking up the small flight of stairs to the room.
"O-oh hey Joey didn't know you were here." Alex stutters out.
"Hey Alex how was that interview."
I ask, pretending not to be broken.
"Ah- i uh dont know how it went yet."
I smile under the pillow, knowing he didn't go in the first place.
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I dont leave our bedroom today.
Alex didn't question it though, shock.
Soon enough my clock on my iPhone reads 1:30. I then hear the sound of footsteps up the stairs.
Alex climbs in bed again, wrapping his arm around my chest, his chest against my back.
Nostalgia hits again.
Why is this position so familiar?
hey!
so sorry for the wait.
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unforced love // janiel
Fanfiction{ completed } When Joey Graceffas alcoholic mother goes for help, Joey is forced to stay at an old friends of hers. Maria, Joeys moms 'old friend' has a son, Daniel Preda. At first Daniel hated Joey. With everything he had. Though he realises he'...
