Spark

A little more

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More than a year had already passed since the day the invisible line was crossed. At last it was both Scott's and I's last year in middle school before our great adventures at high school. We had everything planned out for next year. Join the lacrosse team, becoming instant babe magnets might I add, do the cliché school parties to get high and drunk and start looking towards our future as college buds! Going to Beacon Hills High will be one of the top best and worst times ever depending how often dad finds out about all the trouble making and sneaking out I'll do. Up to this day he is still taking double shifts here and there but we have come a bit closer than before.

  I'm the chef of the house making sure that his health is on check but will let slip that one bad food here and there because I'm just that nice. Scott complains that my mouth just won't shut up now and swears it has a mind of its own. The only thing that he hasn't figured out yet are my panic attacks and slight bad habit. But let's keep that our little secret for now shall we? Any who, during this past year I've come to terms with something I believe I might of just been denying myself from for a long time....

    I, Stiles Stilinski, have a thing for guys. No not the only friends hang out type of thing but more of a little Stiles will get happy type of thing. At first I'll admit that I believed it to be a full blown lie or mistake, but it kept happening over and over when I found myself staring at a very attractive male. There was even a time when Scott and I went to get ice creams and this huge, and I mean HUGE man that looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties with the whole buff hipster kind of thing going was eating a Vanilla ice cream come and I jizzed on myself! Like hello how he hell does no one else find that sinful! Eating ice cream like that is just too sinful for the eyes of anyone else but me! It took everything I could from going up to him like such a despite horny teenager and begging him to take me in the stores bathroom!

If Scott wouldn't of been there rambling over this old movie that he saw called Teen Wolf in front of me I would of lifted my head of the table I deliberately kept smacking my forehead against and made a fool of myself! Yet again, when am I not a fool? The whole brain signals to foot movement doesn't pass by me easily. Scott even had the nerve to call me King of Clutz once! Stupid Scott with his nicknames.  Surprisingly, it only lasted for a month before he forgot all about it.

  Now we are currently at my house after our middle school days were over playing Halo on my Playstation3 debating whether or not to steel some of my dad's liquor and get buzzed out of this world. By the time we finally decided for a little break, the clock on the lock screen of my phone read 12:56 a.m. Dad must of taken another double and didn't tell me about it.. again.. We opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed a pint of Grey Goose vodka and Rum and headed towards my room. It didn't take long for the vodka to take affect on our systems and we were both dead drunk on my bed telling each other about old memories.

   At first they weren't deep type of memories but as the night progressed we went deeper and deeper till there was no turning back from it all. Scott learned at first hand that night that I had panic attacks. It wasn't his fault at all that I did, they're all my fault. Scott's presence started bothering me to the point where I starting streaming at him to leave but he never  did. Instead, Scott grabbed me and pulled me towards his chest. His lean muscles pressing against my back while hugging me tightly around the waists and put a hand on my eyes. Everything was dark but I felt it. I felt the feelings in me want to be vomited out and shook my being with no control. My breathing increased with the need to be destructive to myself in order to make it stop but I couldn't with Scott here. 

It was to much for me to carry till I cried my eyes and heart out about everything. We didn't speak at all. Scott kept me that way basically till I fell asleep in his arms with some Beethoven playing from his phone on the nightstand. It had been a couple of days later and the only change that Scott made was being more protective and involved on how to stop panic attacks from happening. This is why he is my best jock friend ever. My brother from another mother! The panic attacks increased as I was left alone to my thoughts but on its bright side I was able to punish myself for all the wrong I have done. I wanted to be Batman and do good but all I seem to be is nothing but a villain.