The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

What is this?

(POV Scott)

I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, so I bend down and pick up the other photo off the ground and put it in front of the one of him and I. I quickly climb back on the bed and lean back, pulling my knees to my chest wrapping my arns around them. The memory of Sean and I is still replaying in my head, our little words are running through my mind like they're in a race. He opens the door and it shakes the memories out of my head, he walks in with two glasses of water and some toast.

"Hey!" he cheers with a wide smile and gives me the glass of water and the slice of toast, which I happily take. I am thirsty and a little hungry, and I do love toast, so why not? I take a bite of the toast and a sip of water. I set the glass on the bedside table while he went over and sat on the chair across from the bed. We sat there for a good 5-10 minutes just eating toast, and drinking water, no talking needed. He eventually finished his last bite of toast and spoke.

"So, h-how are you doing? Like, d-do you need Tylenol or something?" he seemed so caring all of the sudden. He usually never talks to me, he never stops them from hurting me again and again, when I'm on the ground struggling to even stand he doesn't help me up. But for some reason, he decided to pick me up this time.

"Why do you care?" I spat a bit too harshly than intended, he seems surprised at the comment. He opens his mouth again to say something, and again, but no words come out. He looks down and takes a deep breath. He looks up and makes direct contact into my eyes with his sad ones.

"B-because, I..." he stops in the middle of his sentence and ducks his head down, I'm almost frustrated with the lack of information he's giving me about the situation. If he has sonething to say, he should just say it.

"I-is this a trick that you and your friends are gonna pull on me? Is this your plan? Bring me to your house, say 'I want to be friends again', lead me to the back of a building and beat me till I can't breath?!" I begin to yell tears start to gather in my eyelids and I soon feel them drip down my cheeks. I put my face in my hands to hide the fact that I'm crying.

You're Pathetic.

I hear shuffling coming closer to me. I feel a hand grab my shoulder and it pulls my closer. He wraps his hands around my shoulders and hugs me tight. He gives off a sense of comfort that I never want to let go of.

"I would never do that, I promise. You mean too much to me" I smile and close my eyes, tears still flowing of my eyes. I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle my face into his chest. I can hear his heart beating, it was soothing, even though it was beating fast. He rest his face in the crook of my neck, and before I know it I'm fast asleep.

......

I wake up and feel a arm resting on my waist. I look next to me and find a snoring Sean in my arms. What have I got myself into? I look at his figure, and notice things I hadn't noticed before. Like the way his lips are a light shade of pink that works so well with how sift they are and, god, if I could just kiss those lips. No! You can't think like that!

Awhile later and I can hear him yawn, so I close my eyes and pretend that I wasn't looking at him and arguing with myself for appreciating his face for 20 minutes. He stretches and yawns again, slowly opening his eyes, he then spots me and lightly smiles.

"Good morning" he says in a sleepy, husky voice.

"Oh, good morning" I pretend as if I'd just woken up. I'm not a good actor, and I think he can tell. I get up from his chest, and lean against the cold wall, kinda missing the warmth of his embrace. He crawls off the bed and stands up, another yawn. He rubs his eyes as he walks over to his dresser and picks up his phone.

"It's 10:00," he says with a moan."Well, it's Friday, so we can skip I guess, I mean if y-you want to?" I don't really know what to say, I still don't know whether I trust him or not. I mean sure we were friends when we were little, but now he hangs out with the people who beat me up every chance they get. I open my mouth and say something without thinking.

"Sure" he gives me a wide grin of excitement. He quickly turns around and digs through his dresser for some clothes. I stand up following behind him.

"Here" he passed me a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt which I clumsily dropped as soon as they came into contact with my hands. I hold the clothing close to me, they smell like him.

He takes off his shirt so he can change and, oh no. I can feel my face heat up and my hands started to shake. I sprint out of the room and find my way to the bathroom. Real smooth. I splash my face with cold water and take deep breaths. He probably doesn't even feel the same way for you. He probably likes girls, he's probably already dating Alex. Why are you having these feelings? You're not supposed to like guys. You're supposed to like girls, girls.

I take one last deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, my mind racing of how I'm going to explain to him why I ran out of the room like I just saw him murder someone. I turn the knob of the bedroom door slowly and walk in.

"What the hell was that?" he says to me in worry and a little confusion. He's standing in the door frame-still shirtless might I add-his tall shadow hovering over me. I open my mouth to say something but my throat closes and I can't make out any words. I stood there for a good 5mins till I could make a word, even a single sound.

"Ugh," come on, you need to do better than that.

"Well, you see, I-I saw a c-cool bird and i-it flew th-that way, s-so... yeah I wanted t-to see it" again my acting skill are trash.

"Okay, whatever you say," he giggles. Now it's my turn to get dressed. He throws on a shirt and slouches down on his bed and maybe text his friends, I don't know. I hesitantly started to pull up my shirt. I look down, oh, I forgot about these. What if he's disgusted? What if he laughs? What if he never talks to me again? All these thoughts are running through my head, and then I hear it. Crying. I turn around to look at him, and he has a tear running down his cheek as he covers his mouth with his hand. I knew this would happen. Tears start to gather in my eyes and I quickly put my shirt back on and run out of the room, I can hear his footsteps running after me, so I run downstairs and out the door.