~Hey guys, sorry it took so long, but here it is! I have been without access to this site on a device that is able to update a story of mine. Turns out a mobile app of this site doesn't have a thing to write stories. It was torture! Anyways, hope you enjoy!~

Chapter 7: Tiny Voice

Shane's POV:

'Come on Shane, it could be worse.'

I glared at the tiny voice in my head. It was beginning to piss me off, having been here for a while. 'How could it be worse?! Joey finds me to be so weird and gross that he left in the middle of a video. It isn't that hard to figure out.'

'He doesn't think you're gross...' It said quietly, making me even more pissed. Why can't it just leave me the hell alone so I can drown in my misery?

'Really?! Then explain to me why he left just like that!' I yelled, making the tiny voice shake as it spoke so softly it was almost a whisper.

'He hugged you back... and he asked why you stopped...'

I shook my head in an attempt to shake it away. 'He only did those things so I didn't feel bad.'

The tiny voice, hearing that I didn't yell, seemed to grow a little confidance. 'He blushed... w-when you both woke up. And he stares at you sometimes.'

I mentally groaned, really hating this voice talking to me, giving me false hopes. 'Yeah, he was sickened by me. He was only staring cause he was wishing he wasn't there with me.'

'I don't think so... I think he might like you though...' It said, making my heart skip.

'Like me? What kind of drug you on? That's impossible.' Me? Like ME?! Never. It could never happen.

The tiny voice may have been, well, small. But it sure as hell didn't let up. Gotta give it props for that. 'N-not impossible... he looks at you a lot and he smiles at you and hugs you and cuddles with you... kisses your cheek...'

'No, he didn't do that... I just imagined it.' I retorted, feeling my argument slowly losing. I want to believe it... but it's ME here. Joey just CAN'T like me. I am so ugly and fat and stupid... it's just not possible and a hope I should squash before it can have a chance to break my heart again.

'What makes you so sure he does like me?' I meant it as a question, but it came out sounding like a statement or accusation.

The tiny voice was quiet for a long moment before retorting back, 'Why not ask him?'

I gulped before saying shakily back, 'I-I just can't.'

'Because you are scared to know the truth.' The tiny voice rang through my mind, making me both confused and a bit more understanding.

I knew I was scared. Very, very scared, to find out the truth. I then knew that I had to face him. I had to know what he feels for me whether I liked the answer or not. And I knew I had to figure out what these feelings were that I was feeling for him.

Now, how to go about it and how to face him... I'm lost there. Doesn't help that my feelings are confusing me more than ever.

'Fine. I'll talk to him, but I am pretty sure he doesn't like me.' I told the tiny voice, but it had already left.

Well, this should end well... not. This is like living a nightmare of mine, loosing Joey.

...why did that hurt so much to think about? Cause I'm losing a good friend?

... I don't know. I really don't know.

TBC...

~Sorry again for taking so long. I hope you weren't too disapointed by this chapter. I have to get the serious out of the way before I can do more funny chapters. The next 2 or 3 chapters will be the last ones, so stick around for the end. I shall end it with fluff and funniness! I won't end it with it being sad or boring. Besides, I write this for the fluffy Shoey relationship! Can't end it badly! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this. See ya, Friends.~