I woke up next to the most dysfunctional guy I ever met, Joey.

I stared at him.

He looked pretty peaceful.

His black hair framed his tanned face and a thin gold chain he always wore was hung just below his collarbone.

I got out of bed and put on one of his shirts.

I went and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked really tired and exhausted.

I had let my hair grow to about mid shoulder blade.

I pushed it back as I stared at myself in the mirror.

"What are you doing?" I heard Joey say from the bed.

"Nothing," I muttered.

"Come here, love," he said.

I turned and saw him propped up against the head board.

I walked slowly to the bed.

I got underneath the covers with him.

The bed itself was so comfortable.

He put his hand on my waist and pulled me towards him.

I laid my head on his chest.

He rubbed my back softly.

He stroked my hair back.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

I stayed quiet.

It was these moments where I was reminded Joey was human.

The sound of his voice at that moment was indescribably sad and lonely.

He was this big tough guy with an intimidating attitude.

But these moments were those that showed he breathed air and drank water.

He had feelings and needed love too.

He chuckled lightly and wryly at my lack of a response.

"Love, I give you everything. I give you a house, an education, money, a loving relationship. What more can I give you?"

"Loving relationship? You mean the sex? That's not love!" I said.

"I do love you," he said.

I sat up, "Really?"

He smiled at me, "Yeah."

He kissed me softly.

He smiled, "You're wearing my shirt," he said.

I nodded, "yeah."

"You look tired," he commented.

"I am. Someone... keeps distracting me," I said with a smile, " So I can't get to sleep."

"I didn't realize I was such a distraction to you."

I blushed softly.

"I love you," he repeated.

"Say you love me," he demanded.

His voice changed getting dark.

"No," I whispered.

"Excuse me?...Remember puppet I own you." he said, "Right?"

I hesitated.

He sat up and looked me in the eyes, "Right?"

I nodded hesitantly.

The glimpse of his human side was gone and now there was the arrogant demanding Joey I resented.

He smiled devilishly, "Good," he said approvingly. He paused and looked at me expectantly, "Now...I love you."

"Me too."

I knocked on Shane's door.

He opened it with a smile, "Hey." he said and pulled me into a hug.

I hesitated but I hugged him back.

We had this awkward moment when we just stared at eachother.

He grabbed my bag and set it down on the couch.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"I guess."

"Lay down," he said.

I laid down on the floor.

"Now give me 100 sit ups! No stopping!" he yelled in his military voice.

"Jeez, okay."

I started.

I got to 40 and I stopped.

To take a breather.

"No stopping!" he yelled.

"Okay but it hurts," I replied.

"Good." he said.

I picked it back up again.

I got to 70 and stopped and picked it back up again and got through the 100.

I stood up.

"What next?"

"Treadmill. 2 miles. Go."


"What?" he said.

"I mean yessir."

I started with the treadmill.

I finished a mile. I stepped off to breathe.

"Water... Gimme.." I gasped for air.

He handed me a water bottle.

I chugged the whole thing.

"Go ahead." he said pointing at the treadmill.

I picked it back up and ran the next mile.

"Weights," he said.

I smiled, " It burns like a bitch."

"I know." he smiled.

"I'll start you off with 15 lb. weights."

"How do I even do this?" I asked.

"Wow these aren't that heavy." I said playing with the weights.

"Wait for it," he muttered.

"What I- Oww okay yeah they are heavy."

"Well I want you to do this. Bring your arms straight up over your head and touch the ends of the weights with one another."

He got behind me and lifted my arms doing the demonstration for me.

I blushed softly.

His chest was barely touching my back and his hands guided my arms.

"Do two sets of 20."

I did.

"Now drop and give me 30," he said.

I dropped myself to the ground and started the push ups.

I felt like I was about to pass out.

I finished the push ups up.

"That's it for today," he said.

I smiled," Thank God," I breathed.

"Water?" he offered.

"Please?" I said.

Sweat was dripping down my face and my chest glistened with sweat too.

"I haven't worked out this much in...ever," I said.

"You have pretty good stamina." he smiled.

"I guess so," I smiled.

I fell down onto the couch.

And before I knew it I was asleep.

I opened my eyes and my whole body ached.

"Oww," I said.

"I know. I know," Shane said.

He massaged my scalp with one hand.

I turned to look at him.

He was wearing a navy blue muscle shirt and tan cargo shorts.

"Thank you though," I smiled.

"You're welcome."

"You know what we should do?" I said.

He looked at me questioningly, "Hm?"

"We should go jogging."

"When?" he asked.

"Tomorrow, I'll be at your place at six AM."

"Okay," he smiled.

"I think I'm going to go." I said softly.

"Already?" he asked.

"Yes I have to go shower," I laughed.

"Well then come by later, I'm making an attempt at making my own food and seeing as you're so good at it you should come help me," he said.

I smiled, "Yeah, okay."

I grabbed my things, "See you at dinner," I said softly.

I hugged him and it was a pretty long hug... 15 seconds to be exact and it was very comfortable. I couldn't help but notice.. or rather, my hormones couldn't help but notice the way the hug felt. One hand was on my waist and the other a little higher on my back. My hands were locked around his neck and my face was tucked in his neck. I was pressed against him on my tippy toes and I could feel his heart pulsing in him. He smelled sweet and familiar, he had his own distinct smell no cologne could give him.

As we pulled away his hand stayed on my waist and my hand slid down his arm, "Bye," I whispered leaning in and kissed him on the cheek.

As I did he pulled me close crashing me against him. After I kissed him, he stooped down and kissed my forehead.

"Bye," he said.

He walked me out to my car and opened the driver's door for me and closed it when I got in. I waved a little as I put the key in the ignition and started it up and left his house to get ready for our dinner date.