Janiel Oneshots

Sweater Weather

"I'M TIRED OF THIS! IM TIRED OF NOT FEELING LOVED! IM TIRED OF DOING EVEYTHING FOR YOU, AND YOU NOT RETURNING THE FAVOR!" Daniel yelled at his boyfriend.

"THIS IS TOXIC! WE ARE TOXIC!" Joey yells back to Daniel.

"Then we agree. This has to end," Daniel says, with wet, salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He tried to save this relationship. It just wasnt working.

"It just did. Its over. Were...over," Joey says crying himself.

Daniel looks up at Joey, and Joey looks straight at Daniel. Daniel shakes his head, as if he was disappointed in himself. He rushed to Joey and slammed his lips into his Ex boyfriends. They made out, and things got very heated.

Joey left that morning, wihout Daniel knowing, leaving Daniel completely crushed. Little did Joey know, he was going to go down a very rough path.

2 Years Later

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Joey walked the empty streets, looking for a certain address. Once he finally found it, he knocked on the beat up door. A disgusting looking man answered with a sick smile looking Joey up and down.

"What do you want me to do and how much are you going to pay me?" Joey asks the familiar question he's been asking for one and a half years.

"A night I'll remember and I'll give you 100," the man says.

"Fine," Joey replies, walking into the mans dirty house.

Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

Daniel Preda was sitting on his living room couch, watching the football game, drowning his sorrows in beer. He wasnt addicted, he didnt need it, but he also didnt care. He threw his empty bottle at the wall.

Joey walked out of the mans house and went to the liquor shop right next to the gross house.

He walks in and grabs a bottle of vodka.

She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no

"That'll be $35.78 please," the cashier asks. Joey pulls out the 100 dollar bill out of his shorts pocket. The only money he had and he was spending a quarter of it on liquor. Fuck it.

Joey handed him the bill and the cashier shook his head handing him the change.

"Your throwing your life away kid. J wish you wouldn't do this," the old man said. Joey frowned and looked down.

"So do I," He sighs, walking out of the building. He sits in an alley way between the house he just hooked up in, and the liquor shop. Story of his life.

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

He opened thebfull bottle of vodka and started to drink. The more he drank, the more he started to think, and the more he started to think, the more he started to cry.

Joey thought about how good his life was before. He thought about where it all went wrong. Joey missed Daniel more than anything. Daniel could think the same about Joey. They needed each other. They just didn't know it yet.