The Trouble With Love (SHOEY Fanfic) DISCONTINUED

In Love With Sadness (Chapter 21)

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But I love this story a lot. Granted, I do have mini rage moments where I just want to throw my phone at the wall (aka while writing this chapter). This chapter has been a pain in the butt to write... I know how I want the characters to end up but I don't know how to get them there.

This chapter will have a lot of Juke (Joey Graceffa and Luke Conard) fluff, so prepare to cry over how cute this chapter will be c:

Just a heads up, Sawyer is a good guy. Actually, all of my characters will be good guys with only one exception (not telling).

Another heads up, if you get upset or triggered by reading anything suicide-related, do not read the flashback. You have been warned.

I am also going into a different character's POV later in the chapter. This is a big first! I have tried to keep this story all in Joey's POV, but the chapter won't work if its in his POV.

Hope you enjoy the upcoming drama & fluff! :3

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I woke up sometime around seven in the morning with my stomach churning.

I groaned and rolled off the couch with one thought in my head:

Get to the bathroom, now.

I stumbled and tripped through the house. My head was spinning and my stomach was about to heave the alcohol I had consumed last night.

I made it to the toilet and collapsed just in time. I rid my stomach of its contents and just lay there.

Even though I was sober, I couldn't remember much from last night.

What happened? I know I met some weird guy at the bar, kissed a few girls, a guy... Wait... I kissed Luke?!

I groaned and rubbed my face. What have I done...? I just have to go and fuck everything up. Now Luke probably hates me...

Just then I hear a shuffling coming from the hallway.

I barely had the strength to turn my head, much less get up and pretend not to have a hangover.

Sawyer's head pokes around the doorframe and he gasped.

"Joey! Where were you?! I was so worried! I stayed up until 3 in the morning waiting for you!"

He rushed to my side and rested a hand on my forehead. The worried look in his eyes surprised me. I thought he wouldn't care...

"Joey... Joey, you smell like tequila... Did you go out to the bar last night?"

I nodded and feebly reached to push his hand off my forehead. It didnt work as well, so I just rested my cheek on the toilet bowl.

"What did you drink? How much?!" He exclaimed, running his hand over my cheeks and forehead. "You have a burning fever! You drank too much, mister!"

He got up and started walking out, and I finally managed to croak out a few words.

"Please... Please don't tell Izzy..." I groaned, and he nodded.

After a while, I heard hushed talking from the kitchen. Then I heard Izzy pass by the open bathroom door.

"Sawyer, is Joey drunk?" A loooong pause.

"Hungover." Came Sawyer's voice.

I was too out of it to look up. Izzy sat on the counter watching me.