^Joey's POV^
After venting about my feelings, I looked on the internet for a fanfic to reenact. I probably should have at least skimmed through it to see what it was about, but I really didn't want to. I just picked the first one I came across. I might end up regretting that later. Oh well.
Shane: *walking into the room* Do you know what we'll be reading yet?
Joey: Yup. I'm printing it out now.
Shane: What's it about?
Joey: *rolls eyes* Us, obviously.
Shane: Duh, but what will we be doing?
Joey: *smirks* I guess we'll find out when we read it, now won't we?
I think the way I said that confused him, because his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Shane: *hesitant* What are you implying?
Joey: I was just saying that I didn't read it yet, so we'll find out what it's about when we read it. *pause* What did you think I meant?
Shane: *blushes* I wasn't sure; that's why I asked.
I'd never seen Shane blush before, and I must admit, it was one of the cutest things I've ever seen.
Joey: That was cute.
Oops! I didn't mean to say that aloud.
*Shane's POV*
Wait... Did he just say I was cute? Anyway, we should probably start filming.
Shane: Sooo, should we start filming?
Joey: We shall. We need to do the reading first.
Shane: Alright. Let's do it. *winks*
Joey: *squeals* SHANE!
Shane: I was kidding!
Joey: I know, but you still said it!
Shane: You do realize that we're about to read a fan fiction about us, right? You're going to have to deal with a lot more than that.
Joey: Yea, I know, but the fan fiction didn't just wink at me.
Shane: Touché.
Joey: Anyway, let's get going.
{AN: I'm not going to create another fanfic for them to read in this story, nor will I use someone else's work, so I'm skipping the reading part. So... Yea, continue.}
^Joey's POV^
So, this is the part where I regret not reading the story before picking it. If I had read it, I would have known that it included a shirtless make-out session, which would have led me to choose a different story. And when I say shirtless, I mean I had to be shirtless; not him. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that. I mean, I like him and all, but I'm not sure I'll be able to handle that much.
Shane: Are you ready to do this?
Joey: I guess so.
Shane: Well then, let's spill a drink on you and get you naked.
At that moment, I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing. Why do you do this to me, Shane? WHY?
Joey: SHANE! IT'S JUST A SHIRT!
Shane: I know, but it's fun to mess with you. Plus, you're cute when you blush.
He just said I'm cute again, and it only made me blush more. I tried to cover my face and change the subject.
Joey: Okay, can we please get this over with? If we keep this up, I don't know if I'll be able to get through this.
Shane: Alright, to the kitchen we go!
*Shane's POV*
Joey and I walked into the kitchen, and I got a glass of punch from the fridge, which I would be spilling on Joey's shirt. I wanted to make sure he was prepared because it was really cold and I didn't want to surprise him too much.
Shane: Are you ready, Joey?
He nodded instead of actually answering. He seemed kind of nervous, and I'm not exactly sure why.
Shane: Okay, and fair warning, this is pretty freaking cold.
Joey: Okay, go for it.
I pretended to trip (for the camera, obviously) and splashed the punch on him. He immediately let out a girly shriek and bit his bottom lip. Being aware of the fact that it was supposed to look like I was flirting with him, I got closer and whispered in his ear.
Shane: *whispers* I told you it was cold.
Joey: *whispers* I know, but I didn't expect it to be that cold.
I felt him start to shiver against me, so I knew that I needed to get the shirt off of him. It was a good thing that he wore a maroon shirt, so the punch wouldn't stain it.
Shane: *whispers* I'm going to take your shirt off now, okay?
Joey: *nods quickly* O-okay, just get it over with; it's really c-cold. *blushes*
I grabbed the bottom his shirt and pulled it over his head to reveal his gorgeous body, which was dripping with punch. How is it possible for one person to be so perfect? I used the dry side of his shirt to dry him off.
Shane: Ready?
Joey just nodded again. You would think that after kissing him on several different occasions, I wouldn't be nervous about it anymore, but I am. I get butterflies in my stomach and my palms start sweating whenever I'm around him. I looked up to see him, and he looked like he was more anxious than I was, which didn't even seem possible before I saw his face.
^Joey's POV^
I wish Shane would get this over with. The more he waits, the more nervous he gets; and as he gets more nervous, I get that much more nervous. Why is he even this nervous anyway? This isn't new to him, and I'm the one standing in front of my crush with my shirt in his hand. If anyone, I should be nervous, not him.
Just then, he leaned in, and my stomach exploded with butterflies. I was conflicted, because I had to make it seem like I was into it (for the camera) without Shane noticing; and we had to make it seem real, while still making it seem fake so people wouldn't suspect anything. I pulled away from our fake make-out sesh when I noticed I was getting too into it.
Joey: Do you think that was enough?
Shane: Definitely.
Joey: *sighs* Good, because I'm not sure how much more I would've been able to take.
*Shane's POV*
Ouch, that was harsh. Did he really find me that disgusting?
^Joey's POV^
Shane looked really hurt all of the sudden, and I wasn't sure why. But, I know that I don't like to see a sad Shane.
Shane: Do you really think I'm that repulsive?
I was shocked that he would even think something like that. What gave him that idea?
Joey: What? No, why would you think that?
Shane: You were so quick to pull away, and said you wouldn't be able to take anymore. I thought...
Joey: *interrupts* No, that's not what I meant at all. If I thought you were repulsive, I wouldn't have suggested doing a fan fiction reenactment with you, now would I?
Shane: No, but...
Joey: *interrupts* No buts; come here.
I pulled him into a tight hug hoping I could just squeeze that idea out of his head. I couldn't tell him how I really felt, so I hoped the hug would work.
Joey: Nothing you do could possibly disgust me. Got it?
Shane: Okay. *belches*
Joey: Alright, that's cutting it a little close.
I managed to get him to laugh when I realized that the camera was still on.
Joey: Oh, and we'll edit all that stuff out.
Shane: *chuckles* Okay. Now, we should change and get ready for my video.
Joey: Great!
I put my second shirt on and then walked to his bathroom so I could change my pants. This is bound to get interesting.
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So, here's chapter 3! I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. I have a very strange thought process. I'll have a general idea of what I want, then weird stuff gets added in weird places, and then I'll go back to what I was thinking about before, so everything I write is kind of odd. (Perfect example: I started talking about how I feel about this, diverted to my thought process, and got back to my feelings about my work.) Anyway, I have the next chapter in the works, so yea. Leave a comment with any ideas/constructive criticism to tell me what you think. It's almost 1:30 AM, so if this doesn't make sense, that's why.
Anyway, if you've read this far, thank you. If you sneezed recently, bless you.
Deuces! ^_^