Whats Your Ship?-Shoey Fanfic

Chapter 14-Disguised As My Best Friend The Whole Time

Shane POV

All I did for the past two days was lay in my bed. The only reason I got out of bed was to feed Corny; that's the only reason. I didn't even bother to get food for myself. I got so mad at Joey not answering my texts that I threw my phone against the wall. It shattered into small, miniscule pieces. My temper was rising and I didn't give a fuck anymore. If Joey wanted to ignore me, fine. I don't need him, I never did.

Two days. I've been sitting in the exact same spot, watching the exact same shows. I've basically been gone for two whole days with no word of any kind, and no one cared enough to check up on me. Who knew, they were right. "Everyone and anyone would be better without Shane Dawson." Maybe I should listen to them. Maybe I should leave. I need a break from this damn town anyways. Who the hell am I kidding? People still wouldn't give a shit if I left.

I thought about it. How Joey treated me; like any other person out there. I never knew he would turn out to be one of them; ha, now I sound like him. Joey was one of those people that you would always expect to be there for you, to never leave your side. Looks like we never truly know a person.

I got up from my spot on the bed to walked into the kitchen. I grabbed out the milk and a glass. I poured it into the glass, and turned around to lean on the counter. I stared off into space as I drank. I peered into the corner as I saw that Lisa had kept the cart full of drinks in my house. All I could do was look and stare. Should I try it?

I never had a drink before in my life, it never interested me. Since my dad was an alcoholic, I didn't want to become such a loser like him. I always did wonder why he did it though. For a release? For an escape? I'm not sure, but I always had a curiosity about it. I wanted to know what it felt like but I didn't have a reason to. 'Didn't.'

I slowly put down my glass, and made my way over to the cart. I looked around, staring at all the different bottles and different colors. My eyes locked onto the white, clear bottle that had a red label that read Smirnoff Ice. My mind contemplated on whether I should actually drink some. It always seems like a bad idea but now there was no wrong. I walked back over to the counter, grabbed a shot glass and filled it up with vodka.

All I could do was gaze at it. I looked at how clear and still it looked sitting on the table. I paced around, glaring at the shot glass from time to time. I finally made up my mind. I somewhat ran/walked toward the shot glass and just downed it all. Nothing happened. I filled it up again and drank it once more. Nothing happened. Another shot, nothing happened. Shot after shot after shot, nothing seemed to faze me. I gave up after my 15th shot.

I started walking only to find out I couldn't really walk straight. My anxiety kicked in as I knew that this was going to happen but didn't expect it to happen this fast. I started to panic as I went to grab my phone and get help. Dammit. I forgot that I smashed my phone! My door then knocked.

"Hey! Are you...ok?" I looked into his eyes. He started getting blurry and I started leaning to the left and to the right.

"Ya-yeah" I said stuttering. He grabbed onto my shoulders, stabilizing me, looking me in the eye. My head wouldn't stop moving, or was it him? He walked me over to the couch and sat me down. I started going in and out of darkness. He kept hitting my face, which hurt but kept me awake. He ran and came back with a wet wash cloth and placed on my head. I was tired, no doubt. Too tired that I couldn't stay away. I eventually fell asleep, for the 5th time today

I woke up to see him looking at me in concern. He noticed I was awake and ran over to me. He held my hand and looked into my eyes. he was trying to say something but I couldn't really make out what he was saying.

"....."

"What?" I questioned.

"How. Do. You. Feel?" he asked once more.