I know you better -Shoey-

Chapter 27: Hit me!

{ Shanes Pov}

*Weeks Later*

We have been on and off, determining whether or not we are going to let our relationship go on or off. Joey won't let me touch him. No hand holding, no cuddling, no kissing, no hugging, not even a friendly pat on the back. I arrived at his front door dressed nicely but not too nicely. I was dressed in a classy button up, which was floral, something I did NOT usually wear. I wore dark blue skinny jeans, not black. I wore classy brown boot type shoes, not converse. So nicely, on my standards. Joey came out of his house In a hoodie and Skinny jeans. I could barely remember the last time he wore something of mine. He decided there would be no more of that.

Shane: Hey beautiful. I thought we'd go to the park, yeah?

I handed him the sunflower I held behind my back. Now, Joey isn't soulless. He still shows he loves me and laughs and smiles with me. He smiled at the two foot long flower and smelt into it.

Joey: Sounds like fun.

I drove him to the park, which was empty. We got out and I set down a quilted blanket, and sat down the small cooler of sandwiches, chips, and soda beside it. It was the closest I could find to a basket. We sat down close to each other, but not to where we were touching. Of course. We both reached into the cooler at the same time and I accidentally touched his soft hand. His soft skin. It hadn't been touched in such a long time. Sadly, I had to pull my hand back.

Shane: I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything.

Joey: I know.

Joey grabbed my hand in his and I nearly melted to millions of pieces.

Shane: I love you, Joey-

I was cut off my Joey slamming his lips into mine.

{Joeys Pov}

It had been so long since we touched. So painfully long. I could feel the way our lips moved in harmony, the passion of our kiss. I could almost swear if I opened my eyes I would be back at Shanes room, making out with him shirtless again. The way we had when we were first together. I could feel the passion and lust and sexual tension of our first kiss. His tongue asked for entrance and I gladly excepted, letting him be dominant like he used to be. His tongue searched my mouth, like someone who went on a three week vacation and was re exploring their house. It was all like coming home. He slowly pulled away from me, ending it with a couple of pecks.

Shane: Please hit me.

I looked stunned at him.

Joey: What?

Shane: Please! I deserve it. I deserved it for so long! Hit me hard! Please.

I held my hand in a fist, not letting my emotions take over me.

Joey: I forgave you for that already, Shane. I couldn't hit you for something I forgave you for.

Shane: I feel so guilty. Just get me back, one punch. Please.

I drew my fist back.

Joey: Are you sure?

He nodded. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I instead kissed him on the cheek.

Joey: I couldn't hit you again babe. I love you.

Shane started to tear up.

Shane: I'm so sorry still. I love you so much.

He rubbed his hands on the faint bite marks on my neck, which still haven't faded.

Shane: This feeling of guilt...

Joey: It's unnecessary.

I held him in my arms tightly. I knew about the voices in his head now. The ones that sometimes came out and talked to him.

Joey: I love this boy right here so much.

I said, as if talking to someone else besides Shane.

Shane smiled into my chest.

Joey: He's so adorable. He has the nicest hair, best scent, beautiful eyes. I don't see how anyone couldn't love him.

Shane kissed my chest, which he was even to.

Joey: God do i love him.

Shane: God, does he love you too.

I said as if I was the other person Joey was talking to. He kissed the top of my head.

We watched as the sunset. He rocked me back and forth on his chest.

Joey: Thanksgiving is in a week, what are you gonna do?

Shane: Besides eat my
Feelings? Probably nothing.

Joey: I decided to take my dad's ecamper, and I was wondering if you wanted to come along for a camping trip?

Shane: Yeah! That's be nice.

I blushed, noticing Shane looking into my eyes.

Shane: You know how long I missed holding these cute little hands?

He said, grabbing both my hands in his and kissing them.

Joey: How long?

I asked, blushing like crazy.

Shane: Almost a month. And it's all my fault. I'm sorry.

Joey: You don't have to apologize so much. You didn't actually do it and had a lot of self control to stop yourself. I caused you to do that.

Shane: Okay, Sorry.

He smirked and I kissed his lips.