Mistakes

Shane's POV~

I was rudely awakened by my phone exploding with noise. I rolled over in Joey's bed, lying on my stomach and pulling the pillow over my head. My twitter notification sound went off, the ringtone starting and then interrupting itself and repeating again and again. I wondered what was the source of all the commotion.

I reached over blindly for my phone, my hand fumbling on the bedside table, trying to silence it. When I could not find the volume keys, I tossed my phone across the room, where it hit the wall and then lay silent on the floor for a moment. But after that blissful second of calm, it resumed on.

I gave up on trying to get back to sleep and stood up slowly, walking across the room and retrieving my phone. I flicked through a long list of twitter notifications, not really taking much time to read any of them.

I made my way slowly out into the living room where Joey was lying on the couch. I stepped towards him and leaned down, kissing his forehead. "Morning," I muttered, straightening up and brushing my hands through my hair.

He tilted his head up to look at me. "I didn't expect to see you up before noon," he stated.

"I hadn't planned to be," I shrugged, yawning. "It's just... my twitter is blowing up. Seriously, did I miss something?"

Joey changed the subject, "Do you feel like making me breakfast?"

I gave him a look. "Well, it's not like I have many alternatives, now do I?"

He chuckled, slowly propping himself up. "I would offer to help, but I'm trying to be extra easy on my side. Yeah."

"Sure," I slowly said, smirking. "What do you want to have?"

"I'm fine with anything," he noncommittally shrugged.

"So... eggs?" I offered.

Joey flashed his Colgate smile. "My favorite," he laughed, "Thanks."

I headed into the kitchen, pulling out a frying pan and turned on the stove. As I cracked two eggs into the pan, I unlocked my phone and opened my twitter feed. At first I was confused. There were a surprising number of vague tweets that said things like, "I knew it!" or "Yes yes yes!"

But then I saw the pictures.

The spatula in my other hand clattered to the floor. My jaw dropped open, then after a second I spoke: "Oh... my... god..."

@shanedawson @joeygraceffa Look who's got a new boyfriend!

Attached was a collage of pictures of us from the previous night. Of us dancing, kissing, me sucking at his neck. It was obvious that we were together. Someone had outed us!

And that someone was Luke Conard.

"I'm gonna f***ing kill him."

Joey was looking nervously over at me from the back of the couch. "What is it?" he asked, biting his lower lip.

I turned off the stove and ran a hand through my hair. I took a few steps towards Joey and collapsed on the couch next to him, exhaling desperately. "Luke," I slowly said, "posted pictures from last night. Everyone knows."

Joey remained emotionless. After a second, he spoke: "And... you're upset about this?"

"Of course I am, Joey!" Ibroke down, my voice rising with anger and frustration. "I mean, it was our personal secret! Like, we were going to come out eventually, but... but I didn't want it to be like this. Like, these moments were private. If we were to tell our viewers, wouldn't we be much less blunt?"

I shook my head and looked away. "And it was Luke, too. I thought he was your friend, Joey. I don't understand why he would do it. Does he think its funny? Or was he just trying to be mean? Still, what's in it for him? It just... doesn't make sense..."

I put my head in my hands and breathed out slowly. I could feel anger pulsing in me, and I didn't quite know why this was pissing me off so much.

I looked up when I heard soft whimpers from across the couch. "Oh, Joey..." I scooted over to him and carefully lifted him up, pressing him to my chest. "It's ok. You hear me? I'm gonna fix this."

"I'm sorry..." he whispered into the fabric of my pajama shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I-I... it was me... this was all my fault..."

I moved back a bit, my eyes widening. "Wha-what do you mean?"

Joey inhaled a quick, raggedy breath, and spoke, "I-I asked for it... I told Luke... to take those pictures and post them." He looked away from me, his eyes shining with tears. "I'd never be able tell our viewers... so I thought... I'd just show them." He started crying harder again, shaking his head as the tears spilled onto his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I thought you would've been ok with it! I-I mean..." He succumbed to sobs and looked away, his face a tearsoaked mess.

"Joey," I softly said, breathing out and maneuvering him onto my lap where I proceeded to slowly rock him back and forth, cradling him against my heart. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I... I was just shocked." He kissed the top of his head. "You could've told me, babe. I would've been there by your side the whole time."

"I'm sorry..." he whispered again, burying his head in my shoulder. "You must hate me."

I smirked at him. "You would think that, wouldn't you?" I said. "But... there's something about you, Joey. I just can't stay mad at you." I kissed his tear stained cheek. "You have to promise to talk to me more in the future though, ok? I won't ever judge you, if that's what you're afraid of."

Joey looked up at me. Taking a shaky breath, he agreed, "Alright, I promise." He hugged me and kissed my jaw. "For you, Shane."

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This chapter was a bitch to write. Well, not really, considering that 75% of it I wrote in the past 24 hours, but it was just finding the time to sit down and write that was messing me up! >.< Well, it's done now. Guys, I reached 3000 hits now. You're awesome for sticking with me for so long! :3 And I love you all for it! Hopefully I'll be able to get some more original ideas in again :P because this is feeling really boring to me. BUT OH WELL. So thank you. And I'll see you... in the future.

(Well, not really see... you get what I mean!)