Meeting 5

Warnings: Mild Suggestiveness 

A/N: Sorry no beta so any grammar mistakes are caused by me and myself because I made the poor decision of editing this while a tad intoxicated. Opps. 

Also I hope this fic makes sense. I tired really hard to write it a certain way, and I hope this translated well.

Also Merry Ficmas. A tad late I know, but life stuff.

(I drew the art for the fic cover as well. You can find the bigger and orig on my tumblr. located on my profile.)

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He met One first. It was a typical high school hallway junior year and he was a transfer student. One was lost within the masses, stumbling and trying to find his way around when he ran into him. While Scott's not one to believe in fate, maybe just that once, just that one time, something cosmic allowed them to meet.

Scott heard him stumble and caught him before being crushed by the new student.

"Sorry, sorry," One said, "I'm new, and have no idea where I'm going. It's a rather big establishment."

His voice was much deeper than the average students, and an unexpected smile rose to Scott's lips. He cleared his throat. "It's okay, since you’re a transfer I'll let it slide," he teased," where ya headed?"

After a brief pause of One trying to get all his stuff in order and back on his feet he pulled out a crinkly paper, "Uhh, English 11 with a Mrs. Lance."

"Follow me," Scott replied heading on down the hall, "that is if you can manage not to trample me again."

"I'll do my best," came the sarcastic reply from behind him.

They continued along to the upstairs hallway making their way through the stream of students. "So where'd you transfer from?"

"Rockledge High."

"Cool, cool. Well here we are," Scott said indicating the room behind him with his thumb, "I'll be just at the end of the hall in the library. If you'd like help again just come find me."

"Thanks," One said, and moved around and headed into his class.

Heading towards the library he heard that unique voice call out earning his attention once again.

"Hey," One shouted, feet stomping loud on the tiled floor to catch up to him. "Never caught your name."

"Scott," he answered smiling.

It didn't take long after that before the two became near inseparable. One spoke to Scott about everything, and the reverse was also true. One told him about how his family had moved around a lot, military base to military base until they finally got the letter notifying them of his father’s death. Scott in turn told him about the car wreck he was in the summer going into his freshman year.

They had plenty of first  together as well. Both had gotten their first girlfriends that year and helped one another through the inevitable heartbreak that followed. They played video games near every weekend, and One would drive Scott to all the school games, even helped him understand what the hell was going on when Scott complained about not getting it.

One always knew what to say, always had the words that he needed to hear. One was the first person Scott came out to, and he had kept that secret. Told Scott that whatever he was it was okay, that his sexuality was nothing to be ashamed of, that it didn’t have to define him.

As months went on they got closer than either one had ever anticipated. One became the first person that had told Scott, "I love you," and soon after that introduced Scott into the world of phone sex. One also knew the right buttons to push to get Scott seething with anger. Could say just the right things to set him off, unfortunately the reverse was also true.