Finding the Path// Moey Fanfic

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The moment we got home, I fled upstairs to my room. I collapsed onto my bed, and Chewie hopped up next to me. He gently nudged me to get my attention.

"Hey, Chewster," I weakly smiled. "How're you doing?" I scratched behind his ears, and he closed his eyes peacefully. "Yeah, maybe I should nap too."

I stretched out on top of my bed, and my dog curled up against my side. I stroked his fur a few more times, then fell asleep, to be greeted by a different dream than my usual one.

I was taken back five years, a few weeks after Joey proposed to me. I couldn't have been happier.

I was taken back to the day where it happened. I just found out I was pregnant, and I made my way up the stairs. Once I reached his door, I pondered on how I would tell him, and specifically what I would tell him.

Shane and Joey were filming a collab, and I didn't really want to interrupt them, but I guess this was important.

I took a breath and opened his door. "Hey, Joey? Can I talk to you?" I gulped.

When I opened the door, I was shown something I really didn't want to see.

Joey had Shane pinned to a wall, and the two of them were kissing. My heart shattered. Joey told me that he loved me... And we were engaged... Why would he do this?

"I can't believe you!" I yelled. This certainly got both of their attention.

"M-Meghan?" Joey stuttered. "Megs, I can explain-"

"Save your breath!" I growled. "I can't believe you would do this to me!"

"Why would he love you, Meghan? Joey and I are meant to be. And we'll be happy together. Who could fall in love with someone weak like you?" Shane scoffed, then turned to Joey. "You know, you're such an amazing actor, Joey. You made it look as if you really did love her. Someone would only propose to Meghan because they pity her."

"Meghan, Shane's doing this, it's his fault!" I had it. I really did.

"Shut up!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Both of you! Joey, you clearly don't want me. But I can live without you. Don't ever talk to me again. And don't you dare follow me." I threatened. I didn't hesitate to storm out of his room, and went to mine. I quickly packed a bag of some things I would need, (clothes, my vlogging camera, Chewie, and a few other things) then left our house. I quickly decided I would never return.

Joey never said anything to stop me. He didn't run after me, tell me he loved me, or anything. Which was what I wanted. But I felt my heart hurting a little, but I brushed it off. He and Shane were probably laughing about how pathetic I was.

Me.

Little Miss Meghan Camarena.

I started the car, and drove away. I went to the only person I knew I could trust in these situations. Cat. I pulled into her driveway, then rang the doorbell. After what felt like forever, she opened the door.

"Hey! What's up?" She smiled. I gave her a sad look. Instantly, she let me in, not questioning anything. She took my bag and tossed it on the couch, then sat me down next to her. "Okay, what's wrong?"

"J-Joey," I sobbed. "I had to t-talk to him, a-and I went up to his room, and he was kissing Sh-Shane..." She gave me a tight hug, then pulled my hair out of my face.

"It's alright, you can stay here," she assured. "Can I ask what you wanted to tell him?"

"I was gonna tell him that I'm pregnant." Cat's face formed a shocked expression again, and pulled me into another tight hug.

"I'm so sorry you gotta go through this, Meg. But congrats on the baby." She gently punched my shoulder to lighten the mood.

"Thanks, Cat." I said sincerely. "For everything. Just for being there for me."

"Hey," she grinned, "what are friends for?"

I heard my name over and over... Meghan... Meghan...

I woke up to see Cat and Anna at the side of my bed. "Are you okay?" They asked simultaneously.

"Y-yeah," I lied, "just a bad dream. But it was a different one than usual. I was back at that day again." I looked at Cat.

"It could be yourself saying that you want to relive that day. But change your actions," Cat said. "Maybe you should've listened to what Joey had to say."

I frowned. How come Cat was always right? Then I shrugged, "He let me go when I ran off. I know Joey, he wouldn't do that unless he really doesn't care."