The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Bad Boy

(Scott POV)

I walk into the room only to see Sean, talking to a girl. She's really close, he leans into her and their lips connect, she leans into it. I can't move, I'm stuck, paralyzed, forced to look at Sean, the best and worst thing that's happened to me, sticking his tongue down a girls throat. She wraps her arms around his neck, he grabs her waist. He moves his lips down to her neck. I want to look away so badly, but I can't do anything. She begins sliding off his shirt. I look down and see blood running down my arms, and dripping to the floor, coming from cuts slit across my wrists. I look back up, and the girl is staring at me, she gives me an evil smirk . . . it was Alex.

"Scott! Please!" I see Sean next to me, tears rushing down his face. He's shaking me, thank god. I squeeze him tightly, I can feel my face is warm and hot tears running down my face. He rubs my back in undefined patterns, and tangles his fingers in my hair, trying to calm me down.

"It's okay Scottie, it was just a dream" why? Why does he make me feel this way? Why did he kiss me all over? And why did I kiss him back? Why did I cry when I had a dream of him and Alex? Why is he making me feel better? Why don't I ever want him to leave me . . . again?

. . . . . . . .

An hour, we've been laying in bed for an hour. Listening to each other talk, snuggling under the duvet, and eating the old popcorn. It's 8:34am and school is gonna start in like, twenty minutes-or so. I get off of a sleepy Sean, hearing a sleepy groan escape his lips.

"Do we have to go?" he mumbles under his breath.

"Yes we do, know let's go," I say through a smile, sticking out my hands for him to grab. He grabs my hands, sloppily sitting up, and grumbling random things that no one could understand. I pull him off the bed, he groans and flops into my arms, I am not a very strong person. So, instead of just landing in my arms, we both fall back and to the floor, I can't help but laugh (even though it did hurt a little). We both lay on the floor, him on top of me, and laughed till our stomachs hurt. Silence, we were stare at each other, smiling, I bite my lip (it's like a tick that I can't get rid of, you know, like tapping your foot all the time or something) and we're both staring deeply into each other's eyes. I notice how he has little specks of gold swimming in his emerald eyes, they are absolutely beautiful. He leans down and plants a kiss on my rosy-red cheek, and smiles. I can't help but smile back.

He stands up, brushing himself off, he then holds out his hand for me to grab. I clench his hands tightly and hoist myself back to my feet. He walks over to his drawers and reaches for a a pair of black skinny jeans. He tosses them to me, however, I'm still not that athletic, at all, so they slip through my attempt to catch them and land into pile on the floor.

"You flop" he grins. I pick it up with a flushed face heading towards the bathroom, that's when I feel a squeeze around my wrist, his hands are huge. He pulls me into him, grabbing the other wrist too.

"Hey, I thought it was adorable," Is he trying to clear my face from the burning red? because he's only fueling it.

"Now, go get changed" I do as I'm told, like the little puppy I am, and change . . . not right in front of him though, no, I went to the bathroom to get changed. I take off my warm, comfy Pokémon pajama pants, and slide into a slightly larger sized pair of black skinny jeans. I decide that I shouldn't wear a tight pajama shirt to school, so I head back to the room. I open the door, exposing a half naked Sean, who turns to stare at me, wide eyed. Not all the blood was rushing to my head if you know what I mean.

"S-sorry! I-I just n-needed a shirt!" I tried to say as clearly as I could without stuttering in embarrassment (which obviously didn't work) and I quickly cover my eyes. I can hear shuffling, but I can't see what he's doing (obviously your eyes are covered stupid).