Shoey OneShots

When The Day Met The Night

You dont have to read this but I'm sure it clears up some questions. If you just don't care, skip ahead to the oneshot.

People have been asking why Im not writing any more Shoey fics, and when I'm updating this oneshot book. Well..I'm not writing anymore Shoey fics. But I've decided to continue adding installments to this oneshot book. This is why:

I no longer watch Joey nor Shane. I can't tell you the last time I did watch them. I just grew apart from this fandom. Nothing against Joey or Shane or the fandom or the shippers. Just don't watch them anymore.

But like I said, expect more oneshots. There'll be Smut, Fluff, Angst, pretty much everything. I'll warn you which are which c;

    Genre: Angst, bit of fluff. References to alcohol abuse, references to suicide, and swearing. Supernatural powers.

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      Joey has had enough. It's bad enough he hears rumors flitting around school that he likes boys, even among his 'friends', but then to go home to a claimed recovered alcoholic of a mother?

He doesn't like guys, or he's pretty sure he doesn't. And if he did, who cares? Why tease him? Talk about him? Mess with him?

Not to mention, his mom.

      She thinks he's stupid. She thinks he can't smell it, potent and sour, riding on her breath. She thinks he can't tell she's shitfaced, that she talks in a slurred lisp or walks with a stumble. She thinks he doesn't know where she hides it. He's tried replacing vodka with water and scotch with coke but his mom's too smart. She catches on and pours it down the drain… purchases another bottle as soon as she can...and never asks Joey if he screwed with her stash.

He's so fucking sick, all of it makes him sick. He can't stay here any longer. He can't. Whenever he thinks about enduring it any longer, he gets dizzy and he feels a tug in the bottom of his stomach telling him he's going to puke. He's puked too many times, against his will, to count.

     He knows his plan by heart. Tomorrow is Friday. Instead of taking the bus to school, he'll catch a bus downtown. He'll spend one last day at the beach, which has been his safe place since he was twelve. He'll sit in the sand and watch the waves until around midday, when he'll stop at the beachside diner. Eat there one last time. He's decided around sunset he'll build a sandcastle, then demolish it and it'll feel amazing. Then he'll run, and not falter, straight into the ocean and swim until he can't possibly anymore. He'll swim back. And when the day meets the night, he'll pull his mother's full bottle of prescription sleeping medication out of his bag, along with a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey his mother won't even miss. He'll swallow all of it, and die peacefully on the beach, the water swallowing him whole.

It couldn't be better. And it was happening tomorrow.

    

      Joey did everything as planned. But one thing got in the way. Just as the clock hit eleven and the beachside diner opened for business, someone sat next to him on the sand. He had no clue who they were.

It was a boy. He seemed to be Joey's age. He had long, orangish-brown hair, flatpressed to its straightest point, and deep blue eyes that didn't even look at Joey. Only stayed straight ahead. Joey didn't say anything. The stranger didn't either, until maybe five minutes later. "I think I know.." was all he said. Joey perked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow curiously. The stranger finally looked at him, continuing. "You're here for the same reason I am…This is your last day, too?" Joey recoiled from the kid, backing away a few inches.

     How the hell did he know that?! Was he stalking Joey?!

Nope. See, the stranger had a name. Shane. He lived two towns away. He's heard voices in his head since he was twelve. They tell him things that end up being true. His psychologist (Margaret) says he's schizophrenic, but also doesn't know what to say when Shane tells her what she had for dinner three nights earlier or that she's cheating on her husband with a seventeen year old. Because Shane is right. Shane thinks he's psychic. But the voices have become dangerous, suffocating. There are bad ones now. They know Shane's gift and they use it to scare him. They block out the good ones. He came here to die..to drown himself. The voices say its the only way out.

     But then he laid eyes on Joey. He knows everything about him now. The voices say he's pure, good, kind. And that Shane should save him. They're telling him how. But he sees a fork…

If he saves Joey, he lives too. If he walks away, they both die. There's a catch. If he wants relieve, he has to let Joey die. But he already sat down next to the kid, already said something to him that Joey won't let go. Hasn't he already chosen what he's to do?

     There's no backing out now. Shane just has to convince Joey he isn't crazy. And Shane sees Joey isn't a skeptic to psychics or mediums. This wouldn't be too difficult. "They're telling me your mom…she's messing you up. I don't know what she's doing but she did it in the past and she's doing it again. And your friends are a part of it too. They're fake and you feel like you can't trust them. You feel you're alone. You have whiskey, and pills, which will definitely ensure that you die. No. You can't die, I see your future and its amazing. I see a YouTube career. And you'll act, and sing. You're so talented and millions will love you. None of what's happening now will matter…" Shane trailed off when they told him Joey is fairly certain he knows.

"What are you? Psychic? Do you know everything that's going to happen?" Joey asked, a bit excited. He had so many questions for this kid. What does he know?

     "Not everything..but a lot. Ask your questions." Shane knew there were questions to be asked. There's always questions. "This is kind of embarrassing..." Joey began, cheeks heating up. But he had to know. "My sexuality?"

Shane laughed, a full and satisfying sound. Joey thought it was beautiful. "You aren't straight. I don't know if you're gay, bi, pansexual, whatever. But you were females in your past lives and that's carried on over." Joey felt so embarrassed. The dicks at school knew before he did? And he denied it? He felt so stupid. But he also felt comfort...and ease…and hope. Because of Shane.

     "Do you know what's coming?" Joey asked suddenly, and Shane blinked, shaking his head. No…he didn't. Not right now. Not specifically. "So you haven't seen this…?" Joey asked, trailing off, lips finding Shane's as the day met the night.

Shane hadn't seen that coming. But as soon as he looked in Joey's eyes for the first time, he saw older versions of themselves looking at eachother the same way on this very same beach in a way that said love.

     Shane knew they would both be okay…and that they'd be together for a long, long time.

/// this was crap im sorry; let me guess: you want smut next? xD ///