Hero (A Shane Dawson Story) *Completed*

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I wake up to the smell of bacon. I sleepily raise my head looking around with me eyes barely open. "Oh, morning, I made breakfast!" Shane said cheerfully. I cocked my head, "Since when do you wake up before me?" My voice is hoarse and I sound like I haven't had water in days. I put my hand on my throat, what the hell happened to my voice? Shane looks at me worriedly and sits on the bed.

"Are you sick?" He says putting his hand on my forehead.

"No, I feel OK. I don't know what's wrong with my voice." He just stares at me like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. "I'll be down in a few minutes," I say giving him a small smile trying to make him less worried. He nods and stands up going to the door. "Yell if you need anything." He looks at me one more time before walking back down the hallway.

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. I suddenly realize why I sound like this. I walk over to my pillow touching it and sure enough its soaked with tears. I used to do this all the time when I was younger. I have dreams, well more like nightmares. It's not like they're horrible, but its definitely something that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. My dreams were always extremely vivid, well still are I guess. I had been told it was due to my anxiety, so when I started getting a little less anxious they kind of died down. Well they're back. My subconscious viciously snaps at me. I sigh focusing my eyes back on the pillow. I realize that I have been upstairs too long and rake my hands through my hair.

I make my way to the kitchen and see Shane standing over the stove prodding bacon with tongs. "Hey." I say and Shane jumps causing the tongs to fall to the floor. He spins around looking at me with his hand clutched over his heart dramatically. "Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack," he says picking the tongs back up and walking over to the sink to clean the tongs. I smirk and sweetly say, "Sorry," while batting my eyelashes. He playfully rolls his eyes mumbling "Liar."

We eat in silence for ten minutes. I finish and scoot my plate forward. "That was great, thank you," I smile, "So when are we meeting your friends?" Shane stands up putting the plates in the sink and looks back at me leaning on the counter. "Five." I nod walking over to him. He drapes his arms over my shoulders pulling me a little closer. "What do you want to do today?" He shrugs his shoulders, "Netflix?" He looks at me excitedly. I laugh, "Sounds good to me." He grabs my wrist and drags me over to the couch. We plop down on the couch and watch old shows till four.

"I'm going to go get ready," I say getting up. "You look fine to me," he says playfully. I roll my eyes, "Ya, sweats and a t-shirt is totally acceptable in public," I say sarcastically. "I agree. Now watch TV with me for another hour." He yanks my arm a little. I roll my eyes again and walk down the hallway. "If you keep rolling your eyes, your eyeballs are going to fall out," Shane yells at me. "Nice picture you paint there." I yell back.

An hour later I'm in a navy flowy top with black jeans. My hair is straight and I have a thin black line on my eyelid with the rest of my other make-up. "Ready." I say walking into the living room. Shane stands from the couch and grabs his keys from the counter. He's wearing a plaid shirt and dark jeans. The room suddenly feels hotter. Shane clears his throat, "Let's go." He says smirking. I blush furiously realizing he saw me staring. "Ya," I squeak quietly.

We drive for about twenty minutes talking about class. We get out of the car and someone calls Shane's name. I see three people waving us over. Shane walks over and I timidly walk behind Shane. Your horrible in social situations. Why are you even here? Me subconscious snaps at me. "Hey guys," Shane says smiling. "This is Violet." He gestures to me. I smile slightly, "Hi." They smile back to me and introduce themselves. A brunette that smiles kindly at me introduces herself as Kate. Next a guy about as tall as Shane with long brown hair and glasses looks down "Hi, I'm Drew." Finally a blonde with expertly done make-up looks at me and bubbly says that her name is Trisha. I smile at her. "I like your eye-shadow. How do you get it even and perfect looking like that." I say in awe. She laughs, "I like you already." I laugh with her and we all walk into the building together.