Hello Everyone, so ridiculously sorry for not updating in forever. I know I always say I'm gonna start updating more frequently, but I never do. I do apologize, I'm not the teenager I used to be when I first started writing on fanfiction. I'm I dare say...an adult now. I will try and finish what I started though. I hate incomplete things. Big news though since I updated, Joey came out. I'm so proud of him and support him. Anyways where were we...
Right! Giant Lisa fight, lots of insults being thrown around. Dramatic exit! Let's get back to it!
*Disclaimer: I do not own Joey Graceffa, Shane Dawson or anyone else who appears in this fanfiction. They own themselves as they are human beings and have rights. I do not own any Youtube channels mentioned in this fic, they belong to the hard working individuals behind them. I do not own any stores or restaurants mentioned in this fic, they are owned by the corporations behind them.
I don't know how long I had been standing there, wrapped up in Joey's arms. I didn't want to leave. I felt my legs give out and we both tumbled to the floor.
"Shane!" he cried out, clenching my body tighter.
"I'm okay," I managed to choke out. "I'm...okay.'
I felt him squeeze me tighter and stroke my hair. I've never felt so safe, so loved in my life. I never wanted it to end, but I know it had to. I pulled away, rubbing my eyes. They stung from all the tears and my cheeks felt tight. I couldn't help sniffling every so often. Joey placed his hand on mine and I looked up at him.
"I'm sorry about Lisa." his eyes shining with sympathy.
I couldn't help chuckling, more of a laugh I guess. Joey looked at me with confusion. I just smiled lightly at him.
"I'm not really upset at her," I explained.
"What?" he raised his voice, clearly confused by me. "HOW ARE YOU NOT UPSET! I'M FURIOUS WITH HER! I WANNA GO FIND HER AND PUNCH HER IN HER SLUT FACE! I WANNA..."
"Joey," I interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I am upset, just not from losing her. We were pulling apart anyway, well now you know why. I am more upset of the betrayal, of her cheating on me. The fact that she couldn't tell me she wanted to end it, she just moved on."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes again, but a hand wiped them away.
"I know Shane," I wiped his tears away.
I've never seen him so sad, well I had once but that was different. He had been drinking at a party, which is unusual for him. He had a little too much and started talking about his childhood and his dad. It got pretty intense, but he didn't remember it the next day. I decided not to bring it up to him, felt it better not to. This however was different, he wasn't drinking. This was pure emotion. I felt like I needed to comfort him and everything go away.
"Joey," He sniffled. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess. I'm sorry you had to witness all this shit! I ..."
"Shane," I interrupted, placing my hands on his. "It's okay, what are friends for!"
I gave him the biggest smile and he lightly smiled back at me. We were having a moment, but one thing kept burning my brain. He was gay, like actually gay. This was what I had been waiting for, this moment. I knew I couldn't act on it though, not now. Despite how much I wanted to take him into my arms and kiss him deeply. I couldn't.
"You're the best!" he pulled me into a hug. "Thanks."
I smiled into his shoulder and pulled away. I got onto my feet, pulling him up with me.
"My morning started off so nice too!" he sighed, walking towards the kitchen.
"How did it start?" I questioned, liking the smile on his face.
"I had a very nice dream..."he paused, as if he said something wrong.
"What did you dream about?" I asked, walking over to the island.
He didn't answer, anxiously shuffling through the cupboards. I knew he was avoiding the question, which usually meant the dream was "too nice". Curiousity was killing me, I circled around the island and began poking him.
"What was it about?" he prodded, poking me gently in the side.
I felt a smile come across my face, but I couldn't tell him. Not that my dream was about him. He kept repeating him self and poking me. No way I could tell him it was about him and I. Especially what we were doing in my dream. He was now hoping around me, poking my sides. The way he touched me in my dream, how I longed for it. I was lost in my thoughts when he tackled me to the ground. I looked up at him, he smiled back at me.
"What did you dream about?" he huffed, out of breath.
"You!" the word fell out of my mouth before I could stop it.
He looked at me with a shocked face, he clearly knew what kind of dream I had. I felt my cheeks get hot and my hands start to shake. I didn't know how to explain myself. I then felt his lips on mine. My mind went into shock and my body took over. I leaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around him.
I can't believe I was kissing him. Shane Damn Dawson. It just happened, I just fell into it. We pulled away from each other and I imeadiatly miss the connection. He looked at me, his breath.
"So you..." he asked, I bit my lip.
"I had a dream about you too." I admitted, kissing him again.
I let him explore my mouth with his tongue and he mine. It was magical, it felt so natural. He pulled away for air, and I smiled to myself.
"Do you still wanna go for breakfast?" I laughed, staring down at him.
He looked at me, a wide grin on his face.
"Fuck Breakfast!" he exclaimed, pulling me into another kiss.
There it is, Chapter 3 of Finally. I'm so excited for this to be going up, I'm sorry it's been a billion years. I hope you all enjoy it.
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