Janiel Oneshots (Discontinued...Again)

This is what I write during a snow day! Also, thank you to those inspired the four oneshots previous to this one (besides Sick on Vacation), I hope I wrote the oneshots as you envisioned them!

Anyway, onto the oneshot!

(AU)
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(Joey's POV)

When I was younger, I was obsessed with filming videos. But I never did anything with them. I didn't post them online or share them with anyone. I usually only film videos of my family during the holidays or friends and I hanging out. But as I got older and my family started to fall apart. I started using the camera I found in boxes up in my attic to film personal diaries to my future self. None of my family knows about it, neither do my friends. Some of the diaries are nice and they're about happy times. But the majority of them are depressing and I film them on very bad days. I never showed anyone else the sad videos, scared to death of judgment.

I met my boyfriend Daniel in my junior year of college. He was a sociology major and I'm an English and (surprise, surprise) a film major. Normally, these two majors would never mix, since we are on opposite sides of the college. But I met him at a bar after my friends dragged me instead of letting me sulk and study. I honestly thought he was going to be a dick because that has happened, but he's actually a great guy. However, he doesn't like when I film him, not even for a project, so I have to film a bag blowing in the wind.

Fast forward and we've graduated college, Daniel and I moved in together. We've grown closer, we tell each other everything...well, almost everything. I still film sad videos, but in the guest room instead of in the attic. I just tell Daniel that I'm working on a personal project for my job. But I don't have a job. As I'm filming, tears were falling from my face as I told the camera a story from my youth. Daniel knocked on the door "Joey? It's two in the morning, can you come back to bed?" Looking at the camera with a small smile I take the camera to the door "want to see what Daniel looks like?" When I open the door, Daniel immediately saw the camera and frowned "get that camera off me!" "No" I joked, but he was obviously not in a joking mood. Shoving the camera from my hands, Daniel stormed to bed. The last thing he said before he closed the door was "stop fucking filming me! I don't need to be a part of your depressing ass videos!"

I was shocked, did he hear what I was telling the camera? If he did, why did he say something like that? He must've heard the most depressing thing I've ever said and yet, he just called it a depressing ass video. What if he didn't hear me? 'Don't be stupid Joseph, of course, he heard you. The walls are paper thin' turning off the camera, I walked to the bedroom with my head down. I didn't even say goodnight to Daniel, I just walked to the bed, got dressed and jumped into bed. I felt Daniel wrap his arms around my waist, I just took his hands from my waist and pushed them back. I heard Daniel whine but I scooted away, pulling Lark against me and cuddling her instead of the boy behind me.

All throughout the day, I kept my distance from Daniel, even though I should probably let him speak instead of giving him the cold shoulder, but my mind is telling me that he doesn't deserve forgiveness. And my conscious would never steer me wrong, right? I locked myself away in the guest room, my mind poking depressing memories into my memory, bringing tears to my eyes as I recount the dark times. I know filming me talking about tough times in my life is probably not the best thing to do, but after I film these, I either burn it or keep it, depending on how dark I get. Daniel doesn't know what I film, but considering what he said last night, I don't think he knows the depths. I can go on for hours about something that happened in my past, and some fucked up shit has happened to me.

After being locked away for five hours, I hear a knock at the door. Pausing the camera, I walk over, opening the door a crack to see Daniel. "What? I'm making a depressing ass video, don't want you to be fucking filmed" he frowns "is that why you've been giving me the silent treatment? Joey, I didn't mean it. It was two in the morning, I was exhausted, I did not mean to snap at you like that." 'Go back and film, I have the perfect memory for you. Kick this lying bitch out' no, this is my boyfriend. "Daniel, do you want to know why I got so upset over what you said. It's because they are depressing videos. I film myself recounting old tragic and sad moments from my childhood and teen years, I've never told you about this because I thought you would think I'm crazy. Come in here" pulling his hand, I lead him to the shelf of tapes.

"Pick a random one" he looks at me, then back at the piles, picking up the top tape. Sliding that one into the camera, I place it into Daniel's hands. After the tape ended, Daniel looked at me, tears in his eyes "why, why do you record these instead of coming to me?" I shrug, looking at the floor "I thought you would think I'm lying" "no! I would never think that, especially not with something as tragic as these things. Look at all those tapes! If you were going through something, watching those over and over again won't make you feel any better. If you just came to me, I would've sat with you and listened and helped you. But instead, you let your conscious get the best of you." Resting against him, I look at the camera "this was never meant to be used to record sad moments. I used to videotape the happy times, all the fun adventures my family would go on, the trips to the beach, the sleepovers.  Everything nice, I don't know why it turned to this!"

Laying on the couch with Daniel, I rest my head on his shoulder as he rubs my back. Tears were fleeting down my face as I told him stories from my past, not keeping any emotions inside. Whenever I'd choke on tears, Daniel would pat my back, remind me that he's here. We stayed up for five hours, Daniel letting me vent all my frustrations and letting me cry out all my tears. When I've shed all my tears, I look at Daniel with bright red and baggy eyes "thank you for being here" he nods, his palm resting against my cheek "of course, see, you don't need those videotapes. You need me" smiling a bit, I move my head against his hand, closing my eyes with a smile. Laying here with Daniel, I felt like there is nothing that can hurt me.

The next day, Daniel and I were collecting all of the tapes in the guest room when I got a call. From my father. "H-Hello?" "Hello there Joseph, I just called to ask why you haven't contacted your family in many years" "because I have felt no need to." "Joseph, we are your family. Don't you want to know what's been going on with us?" "No, not really" my father clears his throat "that's not very nice of you" "oh please like you're any nicer!" "fine, you know what. Don't contact your family, because we don't want to hear from you. You were always a pain in our asses as a kid! The most annoying kid I've ever known, and I hope you like life without your family because as of now, we're disowning you." He hangs up and I'm left staring at the wall with tears streaking my cheeks, Daniel walks in front of the wall, pulling me in for a hug "what did he say?" "I've been disowned."

I never liked my family, except for my sister. But I never imagined that they would disown me. I shouldn't really care, seeing as I'm twenty-two, but who wouldn't be hurt by their parents disowning them? Daniel sits beside me as I stare at the wall in our bedroom "Daniel" "yeah?" "Why did they disown me?" "I really don't know Joey, they were wrong to do that. It's their loss, honestly. You're an amazing person Joey, you're talented, smart, and super sweet." Looking over at Daniel with tears still falling "don't leave me too" pulling me against him, Daniel rubs my back "never. I will never leave you."