The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Where am I?

(Scott P.O.V)

I wake up to a blank white ceiling in a dimly lit room. I tighten my grip on the duvet that I had been cuddling, however, they aren't mine. They're much softer than mine, and these smelled better, like lavender and citrus. These have black and white checker pattern, unlike my plain Prussian blue ones.

I sit up quickly in the unknown bed. Where am I? my eyes slowly pivot across the room, and there's a boy slouched in a chair on the other side, his head is resting in his hands. I rub my eyes cause I can't make out who, or what, it is. Once my vision comes back to me, I can clearly recognize who it is and I flinch, shoulders pressed against the wall and I curl my knees to my chest.

"Oh, hey! You're awake! Thank god" Sean. He wipes his face. He looks up and I notice his eyes red and puffy, and his cheeks flushed. Was he crying? Did I do something? Did I call him something? Oh god, did I hurt him?

"Do you need anything? Food? Water?"

"W-why am I h-he-here?" I stutter, fuck, I hate my stuttering.

"O-oh, so...um, it's kind of a long story" He scratches the back of his neck, then lets it rest there. I give him a look, as if to say 'continue', he reads my body language and does.

"So, we were...uh...talking in the bathroom, and then Adrian walked in! and he got really angry that you were there, so..." he pauses, drops his head down and takes a deep breath. He looks up at me with glossy eyes.

"So Adrian went and knocked you out. I tried to stop him! but it wasn't enough, and I-"

"Why?" he looked up with a confused face.

"'Why' what?"

"W-why did you try to s-stop him?" he looks flustered and a bit troubled. His cheeks go red against his slightly tanned face.

"U-um...I guess cause' you are, um, a person who has feelings and...ugh" he seems so nervous, trying to figure out what to say, and pretty uncomfortable.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean t-to make you feel u-uncomfortable," I said, putting my hands up.

"No! U-um, you didn't make me uncomfortable, it's just...never mind, forget it" I don't want to 'forget it', but I respect people's privacy. So, we just sat there in awkward silence for five minutes.

"I'm gonna go get some water, do you want some?" He requested as he stood from his chair. I nodded slightly, and he left.

I look over to his bedside table. Im usually not a very nosy person, but I can't resist. I wriggle out of the duvet, off the bed and stand up. My feel my feet the warm, fossil grey carpet. I turn my attention to the table. A white lava lamp with black lava, next to that is a picture frame with a photo of him, Adrian, Austin, and Alex. I pick it up and their group photo flutters to the ground, revealing the original photo in the frame. The scene shows him and I, when we were about twelve. I remember when we used to be friends. Remember that problem were I daydream?

. . . . .

"You two boys get together now! I wanna take a picture!"

"But mom!" God I was whiny.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" I can hear Sean's little voice in my head. He was so adorable, I can feel my cheeks flushing and a small smile creep up on my face.

"Fine," We walked into the middle of the room and stood next to each other. He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, he's such a nerd. I put up a peace sign and a winky face. My mom snaps the photo, the light going off. She looks a the screen and covers her mouth.

"Oh! You guys are so cute!"

"Mom!" I whine once again.

"Thanks Mrs.Miller" I can still hear his little chuckle, echoing in my brain. After that my mom left to go develop the pictures.

"You guys are sooo cute!" he mimicked my mom, in his high pitched voice. I pushed his face and started to laugh.

"We're gonna be friends forever, right?

"Totally" I can feel my lips curve into a frown. His words burned into my skull. 'Totally'. But, every promise is meant to be broken, right?

A few weeks after that sleepover, Sean met a kid named Austin. He started hanging out with Austin more, and with me less. When we got into 7th grade he wasn't hanging out with me at all. I tried to talk to him, but it got to awkward for me to be around him. By 8th grade he was picking on other people, turning into one of them. By 9th grade, he smoked his first cigarette. By 10th grade, he was hanging around with Alex a little closer. By 11th grade he started to pick on me, but only slightly. Now we're in 12th grade, and for some reason he decides to help me. Why?