It's Okay if you don't love me, yet *A SHOEY FANFIC*

Chapter 19: I feel so dirty.

{ Shanes Pov}

He pulled the car in the driveway, and looked at me. He leaned in and tried to kiss me, but I didn't kiss him back.

Joey: What's wrong? is everything okay?

Shane: Yeah. It's not you. I just feel so dirty right now.

Joey: Whys that?

Shane: I'm not sure.

Joey: Oh. Okay.

Joey kissed me again.

Shane: Am I easy?

Joey: What?

Shane: Am I easy to kiss and hug and everything.Am I too easy? Like, Sl**y?

Joey hesitated for a second. He had to think. Great.

Joey: No..

Shane: Screw you.

Why'd I say that?

Joey: What??

No backing out now.

Shane: You hesitated. So, kindly go screw yourself.

Joey ran his fingers through his hair. He looked aggravated.

Joey: Gosh Shane! What did I do that was so wrong? I cancelled the thing! I've met a fair enough of pricks in my days, but right now you're being a f*cking cactus. Like, d*mn. If I wanted a girlfriend, I'd be straight.

I looked towards the ground of the car. I felt another tear roll down my cheek. He's right, I am a wuss. And sensitive. And pathetic.

Joey: Shane I didn't mean it..

Shane: No I get it... I am pretty helpless.

Joey: That's not true! Just, what did I do wrong?

Shane: Nothing. I'm just mad at myself.

Joey put his hands on my face, stroking my cheeks.

Joey: The most difficult thing I have ever experienced is not being able to kiss you. ..

I leaned in, trying to connect out lips, and eliminate the space between our faces. But he took his hands off of me, leaned back in the drivers seat, and propped his feet on the dashboard, one on each side of the steering wheel. He looked pretty bada*s, especially because of the black clothes he had decided to wear, along with a leather jacket, even though he said black isn't his color. My eyes beg to differ. He crossed his arms behind his head.

Joey: But I get it.

Shane: But-

Joey: No, you don't have to explain yourself.

He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, pressing his hand on my chest.

Joey: It's all my fault.

He got up and out of the car, making sure to rub his own hand down his body. I know what he's doing. He's trying to make me want him. And I wouldn't say he's doing a bad job at it, because i do. I very much do. I groaned and got up.

{Joeys Pov}

Finally turning the tables. Shane tried to act hard to get. And he did pretty well, until I turned the tables. I closed the door behind me. I walked quickly over the kitchen, and pulled my leather jacket and shirt off. I heard Shane enter the house, and close the door behind me. I pulled out my blender from the cupboards and my fruit, yogurt and milk used to make it. I felt Shane wrap his arms around me, touching my abs, rubbing his fingers up and down them.

Shane: What do you think you're trying to do? Turn me on?

He whispered to me.

Joey: Is it working?

I whispered back to him. He laughed and I felt him dig his fingers into my hips.

Shane: Oh, Yeah.

He kissed the back of my neck, sucking at it and nibbling into it.

Joey: Shane...

I moaned a little bit. I turned around to face him, and he kissed me, picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. He started to kiss me again. I felt him lick my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting him take over. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sinking into him. He nibbled on my lip, and chuckled as I moaned. He pulled away and smirked.

Shane: I love you, Joey.

I breathes heavy, catching my breath. I finally leaned back against the cabinets, with my legs wrapped around Shane.

Joey: I love you too, Shane.