I know you better -Shoey-

Chapter 2: Making out and scars

{Shanes Pov}

We laughed and joked the whole time on our way back to my house. We sat in the back seat, nearly dying of laughter. It's the happiest I have been since he was here. We got home and ran up to my room, which hadn't changed a lot since Joey was here, besides all the 'Emo crap' I had on the walls, the band t-shirts and merch, and the black rug and bed covers.

So basically, everything changed.

Shane: I'm sorry about all this stuff. You're probably freaked out.

I said, walking towards my bed to put my laptop on it.

Joey: Nah, it's cool.

I heard Joey walk towards me.

Shane: My mom will probably order pizza. It should be here in about thirty min-

I turned around and I was cut off by Joey slamming his lips into mine. Finally. I thought to myself as I began to kiss him back. I ran my finger all through his hair, and clenched it in my fist, causing him to gasp. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and aimed control. I rolled over to where I was on top of Joey, without breaking our kiss. I broke our kiss to take off his shirt.

Shane: D*mn.

I cursed outloud as I saw just how buff Joey is. He had an eight pack, and noticed how much I liked it.

Joey: You like this?

He said, running his hand down his abs. I felt myself start to heat up.

Shane: Oh yeah.

I started to kiss him again before he broke our kiss.

Joey: Well this isn't fair, how come I have to be the only one half naked?

I quickly remembered the night before. The reason I wore Long sleeves and pants on a 92 degrees day.

Shane: I cant take my shirt off.

I said honestly, darting my eyes.

Joey: Oh, Shaney..

Joey brushed the hair from my eyes and cupped my cheek in his hand.

Shane: I'm sorry.

Joey: Can I see them? Please?

Shane: You'll hate me.

Joey: I could never hate you.

I slowly grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it over my. Head and tossed it to the floor. I got up and slowly took my pants off, and tugged them down. I felt so embarrassed. I crawled back over to Joey, who was now sitting up. I felt my self starting to cry.

Joey: No baby it's okay..

He took my wrist gently in his hand.

Joey: Just why so many? On your thighs too?

I was bawling now.

Joey: Shhhsss no baby it's okay. I just cant see why you would do this to yourself.

Shane: I'm ugly.

I fell into Joeys strong arms.

Joey: No, I still think you're beautiful.

I sat up and watched as Joey tugged down his pants.

Joey: I've got scars too.

He turned to face me. There were so many, running all the way down to his knees.

Shane: Joey... I think I lo-

Shanes Mom: Shane! Joey! Pizzas here.

My mom yelled.

Joey: What?

Shane: Pizzas here.