I know you better -Shoey-

Chapter 32: Good Morning kisses and breakfast

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{Shanes Pov}

I woke up wrapped in Joeys arms, with little aching in my lower back. I looked up at him, sleeping beautifully. It's been a long time since I've gotten to sleep next to him, and I missed it so much. Him not being with me is the worst punishment I have ever endured.

Joeys eyes peered open and looked down on me. His hair had became flat and his eyes were still tired. He smiled an adorable sleepy smile.

Joey: Good morning beautiful.

He kissed the top of my head.

Shane: Good morning. I love you.

He gave me a kiss on the lips.

I stood up slowly and grunted a couple times.

Joey: You okay there, Shaney?

I looked back at his smirking face.

Shane: I'm fine, I'm a man.

Joey laughed.

Joey: A very pretty man.

Shane: A very pretty man, but none the less I'm still a man.

I walked, or maybe waddled away. Joey chuckled to himself and followed me.

Shane: Do you know any breakfast places near here?

Joey: Yeah.Come on. Do you want me to drive?

I was about to argue about how I could drive perfectly fine, but decided against it.

Shane: Please?

Joey helped me into the passenger seat, as if I needed any, and he got into the drivers seat and drove us to a old looking 'Denny's'.

We sat down in the comfortable seats and were handed menus.

Shane: Do you think they sell just fruit cups?

I asked genuinely.

Joey: You're not just eatting a fruit cup. You have barely ate in days, maybe weeks! You're skin and bones.

Joey said in a regular toned voice, which was too loud to be talking about this.

Shane: Please Joey, not now.

Joey: Sorry, but you're eatting something.

Shane: I don't have to do anything I'm uncomfortable with.

I protested, crossing my arms and closing my eyes like a two year old according to Joey.

I didn't even noticed Joey ordering for the both of us.

Joey: Fine, but we're not leaving until you've ate every last bit.

I peaked my eyes open to see what he was talking about. A large plate of one and a half pancakes, two pieces of bacon, two pieces of sausage, and eggs laid in front of me.

A smirking Joey sat in front of me with the other half on his plate.

I took a sip of my water.

Shane: No way. I'm not eatting all of that.

Joey: If I can you can too.

Shane: Joey, seriously. I just cant!

Joey rolled his eyes as if he didn't care.

Joey: Then eat half of that.

He took away the half of a pancake, one bacon and one sausage, and then half of my eggs.

It still looked like a lot to me.

Shane: I don't know... It's still a lot.

Joey: Please babe?

Shane: I'll try...

Joey smiled and watched as I took a bite from my pancake, nearly wanting to throw up. I swallowed it down and Joey smiled at me.

-- A couple hours late --

It only took an hour and a half, but I ate all my food. But now I was leaning over a trash can trying not to puke it all up.

Joey: It's okay baby.

He said as I barfed it out again. I wasn't that good at keeping it all in. I pulled away from the trash can and Joey hugged me from behind.

Joey: No matter how messed up you think you are I will always know you're the best thing ever.

Joey said with his head in the crease of my neck. I smiled and walked back into the camper, Joey still holding into me.

{A/N: Sorry it's a little short.}