I feel like shit and I can't even blame it on myself because I didn't even drink last night, which is surprising considering that my roommate spent the night at his girlfriend's place. I didn't even invite my boyfriend over! What's wrong with me? I get up out of bed and it feels like I've caught some kind of cold. I hear the door open and I look over to see Scott. Perfect. "Good Morning, Scott," I say. I feel goosebumps on my skin as soon as I feel the cold air come through the door.
"Hey, Wallace," he chimes with a dorky grin on his face as he closes the door behind him.
I'd say that I love that smile, but it's the source of all of my problems. I raise an eyebrow and say, "You look awfully happy about something."
Scott looks me in the eye as he hangs up his coat and tells me, "I guess you can say that I got a bit lucky last night."
"Second and a half base?" I ask. Scott nods, clearly very excited about it. "Good for you," I say. I hate the feeling I get every single fucking time he talks about Ramona. It gives me an aggressive urge to tell him to never see her again, but it's not like I'd ever act on that. That would be ridiculous! The worst part is that there's no chance of any feelings related to him going away any time soon because how could they? We sleep in the same bed for fuck's sake!
"Are you okay, Wallace?" Scott asks me. "You sound a little sick."
"Yeah, I just have a cold I think." I cough a little. "Maybe seasonal allergies if I'm lucky."
"Okay then."
I cough again and I feel like there's something stuck in my throat so I cough more, assuming it's just flem.
It's not.
It's definitely not.
I look at my arm and my heart drops when I see blood and flowers on it. I nearly mistake the bloody white roses for red ones but when I look up, Scott is staring at me with his eyes wide and his face white. "Did something happen with you and Other Scott?" He asks me.
I can't answer that question very well, can I?
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hello, there! This is probably one of the first fanfictions that I've written, so I apologize if it's shitty. I like to think it's not, but away from my denial, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I know that it's only like three hundred words but it's something!
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