The Trouble With Love (SHOEY Fanfic) DISCONTINUED

Crazy in Love (Chapter 27)

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Wow!!! 2.12k and 100 votes already?!?!! Shoot girl! Thank you guys so much! Here's an extra-long SHOEY chapter as a thank you!

Special thanks to @whittypaylinson and @Shoeylover80 for sticking with me the whole time!

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I got home from the gym, sweaty and tired. Workout is a lot easier ever since I started going to the gym. I have a lot more choices and methods for exercising, along with other people like me to compare myself to. Not in a bad way, but just to help me to strive to work harder. I could still be stronger every time I work out. The harder I work, the better I feel about myself.

I've always had a low self esteem problem, even before Hannah hurt me. I just never felt comfortable in my own skin. I used to be a somewhat tall, scrawny boy, but girls still fancied me before I lost everything. I guess the popularity was what they liked best about me... Now I'm a tall, handsome, bulked up man. I guess puberty was nice to me. It doesn't mean my mind was, because despite my good looks (hey, I accept that I have them, but its not like I'll flaunt them.), I still feel odd. Just.. Not normal. I wouldn't say I feel ugly, I just feel... Dejected. I don't think I'm worth being with someone because my body just doesn't feel right on me. I can't even really explain it.

I threw my gym bag into the laundry room and headed to the bathroom to shower. There was a disgusting smell in there, and I couldn't just shrug it off. I looked around, trying to find the source of the horrific scent.

I sniffed my armpit and almost gagged. Oops... I guess I forgot to use deodorant. I reek like something awful. I cant believe I sat through dinner with Meghan and David smelling this awful! I hope they didnt notice... I sighed and stripped down to nothing. Good thing I'm about to take a shower...

After I was clean and smelled like roses again, I quickly shaved, pulling the razor over my cheeks and chin. I went a bit too close to my skin, earning myself razor burn. Just my fucking luck.

I sighed and applied aftershave, wincing a little. Oww... I toweled down my hair and stared at its fluffiness. I didn't feel like styling it since it was getting late.

I looked down and slowly realized that I forgot something very important.

My clean clothes.

Oh shit!!!! I have to make it through the hall to my room without Shane noticing me!

I stared at my naked self, first in awe, then in disgust. How did Shane ever want this body? He actually thought it was attractive...?

My frustration was getting to the limit. Everything was going wrong, including my mindset. I'd promised myself that I wouldn't worry about body image since no one would see me naked, but Shane did. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back for not thinking about it then, but it's all catching up to me now. I rubbed my stinging chin and inched out of the bathroom, wrapping the towel low around my hips. A little hair showed, but at least it covered me somewhat.

I crept to my room, relieved at the sound of Shane's snoring. But something wasn't right... I poked my head inside and almost pissed myself.

There.

On the bed.

Shane was sleeping in my bed.

A wave of panic flooded my body. What if he wakes up and sees me almost naked? My heart was pounding a million miles a second. I could hardly breathe as I tip toed across the floor to my dresser all the way across my room.

Shane's breathing kept changing, or he'd suddenly stop snoring, so I would freeze and make sure he didn't wake up. I got to my dresser after what seemed like ages. I slowly slid the drawer open and pulled out gym shorts and a tank. Good enough. I opened the next drawer and it made a loud creaaaak. I cringed at looked at Shane. Still asleep. I breathed out a sigh of relief and pulled out my boxer briefs.