Teenwolf Fanfiction

Part 2

Scott sniffed again and chucked his tissue to join the mounting pile on the coffee table. 'I just should have told him' huffed Scott 'it could have all been so different if I hadn't had bailed at the Formal'. Fresh tears tracked down his cheeks, the salty liquid racing down his puffy skin towards his chin. Melissa caught them with a fresh tissue, her arm still around her son as she tried to fix his broken heart, 'focus sweetheart, what happened next?'. Scott took a deep breath, 'I looked up and he was there ... they were stood so close mum, I – they were talking about something, I don't know ... I – I just saw red and I, I lost control and threw the ball' a new wave of tears spilled over onto his face, but Melissa was right there and she wiped them away 'I threw it so hard mum, but he forgave me because he's perfect'.

Melissa shuffled and pulled away from Scott, holding him at arm's length, studying the pained look on his face as he met her eyes. She sighed, leaned in and kissed his temple 'don't hate me for saying this, but what is it exactly that you have against this Danny kid?'. Scott screwed up his face. His past with Danny was one of the few things he hadn't shared with his mother. After a few moments of silence Melissa accepted that she wasn't going to get an answer; she pulled Scott off the couch and walked him upstairs. 'With a little sleep you'll get a fresh perspective' she told him as she turned on the shower. She held his face in her hands and stared into his eyes 'I love you baby; if anyone can fix this it's you'. She nudged him towards the shower and left.

Scott stripped and stepped under the water, turning the dial until scolding liquid tumbled over his shoulders, down his body, relaxing the muscles that had been tensed for too long. His mind started to race as he leaned against the wall for support; images of Danny - long suppressed in his memory – surfaced, mocking him, taunting him with the long forgotten past. He and Danny had a brief fling when they were fifteen; Stiles had spent the summer away and Scott was starting to think that he could actually have a real relationship. He and Danny had been getting really close, studying together for their exams, and then it happened. That fateful afternoon that started everything.

They were going over Biology notes on a Friday afternoon, laughing and kidding about – Scott remembered it like it was yesterday – and then it happened; Danny kissed him. At first it was awkward, with both boys not really sure on how to proceed, but then Scott kissed him back. In that moment, nothing mattered anymore. Scott forgot about himself and school and even Stiles, all that mattered was Danny's lips on his, soft and sweet and perfectly shaped. Scott stayed at Danny's that night, and they talked – all night – telling each other secrets, making out, laughing and cuddling. He had never been happier.

The water had started to run cold so Scott shut it off and ran his hands through his hair, shaking out the excess water. He felt a little more human now, a little less empty. He grabbed a towel and started to dry off. The second day with Danny had been incredible; they had gone for a walk in the woods – chasing each other – then practiced lacrosse on the field. They had fallen into each other's arms, exhausted but laughing, on Danny's bed. They ordered pizza and watched old horror movies, snuggling up together under the sheets.

They slept in on that Sunday morning. They tangled themselves together in a mass of limbs and sighed at how right it felt. Scott couldn't even think about Stiles, not when he had this, not when he had Danny. So he had decided; it was time. Scott sighed haggardly, slipping into his shorts. He could still remember every word of that conversation. 'So hey, yknow, Danny, there's this thing ...' 'hhmm ... yeah?' 'that after three dates you, yknow ...' '... Scott – are you suggesting we, have sex?' 'yeah – I mean, if you wanted to – I just ... I really like you, and ... I trust you' 'Scott ... I think we should too'.

Scott turned off the light and sat on the end of his bed in the dark. He could remember all of it: the awkwardness; the pain; the ecstasy. And the heartbreak. The soul crushing ache in his chest as it felt like his heart was ripping itself apart and burning inside of him, destroying itself and with it any hope for love. Because that was the day that Danny left him. The next day – the first day back after break – Scott had seen Danny kissing Ethan against the lockers, and his perfect relationship was ruined. Danny knew. He never said anything after that day. He never explained or apologised. Scott didn't hate him, but every time he looked at Danny it reminded him of their short lived love, and how one brown eyed boy convinced Scott that there was more to life than Stiles. Scott turned onto his side and shut his eyes, his exhaustion puling him into sleep almost immediately. Only one thought accompanied him into unconsciousness; why had Danny left him?

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