The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Lovely

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"I ship it." Everyone jerks their head towards the nonchalant voice, that seems to be non other than the little pastel punk, Tumblr-browsing child we know to be Bonnie. She casually peeks up from her laptop screen at all the wide eyes staring at her.

"What's the problem? They're just two squishy bacons in love, leave them be you prickly dicks" I agree, no matter how confusing that sentence was, it made a moderate amount of sense.

The agnostics look up from their board, surprised at the silence. They say goodbye to the "spirits" and blow out all of their candles, walking over to us.

"What's going on over her-" Rose looks over at me and Sean, her face immediately explodes in joy "Holy shit, you guys are gay aren't you?! I knew it!" She starts screeching and jumping up and down, waving her hands around like a maniac. All the chaos leads her hood to fly off, revealing her purple mass of hair, strewn about in curls. I don't know how to feel about this situation anymore.

"I totally saw it coming, anyways" happily says Ingrid.

"W-what the f- how?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Oh, please, the little 'I'm straight' act could never fool me. Like the time I asked if you liked Dan or Phil better, you got all red and nervous 'wwwwhhhaat? I nOt gAY!? HoW dArE!!!'" He says mockingly, laughing his ass off.

"F-fuck you, Ingrid"

"You wish gay boy"

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He traces circles on my back, calming me down. My breathing steadies as I wipe away the final tears.

"Don't let them get to you, Scott. They're just asshats, right?" he whispers, tickling and kissing at my neck. I remember when Sean punched Ingrid in the nose for mocking me. Now that I look back on it, he wasn't trying to hurt my feelings, right? At least that's what I try to tell myself.

I shuffle out of the blankets and stand up from Sean's bed, feeling like absolute shit. I walk out of the room heading downstairs to make a cup of chamomile tea, which is the only kind because the only person in his family that likes tea is his mom. It's obviously taking too long because I hear Sean's feet shuffling down the stairs.

"Hello lovely! I made you some hot chocolate c-cause I know how much you hate t-" I look at the small framed blonde, her expression as shocked as mine. She has beautiful blue eyes with a fade of green, and looks like she's about to go for a run that she doesn't need because her body is fit as fuck. Her bright pink lip gloss shined in the kitchen light as she inched closer to me.

"Y-you're not Sean," I mumble, internally freaking the fuck out.

"Yeah? And who the hell are you?" Her raised voice makes me slightly nauseous, and I don't know what to say. I just look at her in awe and hope that she kicks me out so I can leave.

That's when I hear fast rustling sounds from the hallway, and down the stairs. Then out pops Sean's built figure. I must have forgotten that he was shirtless, because my face heats up at the sight of him.

"No, no, Leah, it's okay. This is my b-friend, Scott."

"Oh, okay. Hello Scott! Its a pleasure to meet one of Sean's bro's." She exclaims, her voice going from calm and collected, to enthusiastic and joyous.

"Oh, come sit down, I wanna know all about your new pal!" Oh no, no no no no, please no. I can't handle this. I give Sean a panicked look, hoping he'll understand, but he just motions for me to sit down. I do so, hesitantly, next to him, fearing what's next to come.

"So how did you two meet? Probably football, right?" She asks, taking a sip of hot chocolate, that I had originally made for Sean.

"Actually, Scott has no athletic abilities at all" Sean giggles. I feel slightly offended, but overall I agree.

"So how did you two to meet?"

"Actually, Leah, this is Scott, from when I was a kid!" The memories of when we were kids flood through my brain and I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Mother fucker! I haven't seen you in forever!" This family is very loud. She scrambles over to me and holds me in a tight squeeze, to which I respond by tensing up like a fucking brick. Sean notices this and tries to signal her, but to no avial

"Anyways," she sighs, releasing me of her strong arms. "I'm glad my brother found a boyfriend" she states cheerfully.

"B-but, we're not-"

"Sorry guys I really gotta go, but I'll see you later, kay?" She smiles and winks before jogging her way out the front door.

Sean glares at me, almost worried. He rushes out the door, chasing after Leah.

My heart beats fast, I can't breath and I'm breathing to hard all at the same time. I can't believe I messed this up too. I back away, hitting the glossy counter. I slouch to the floor, and try to calm down. Which, by the way, is extremely difficult when all I can think about is being alone again. I can't handle this, I want him to come back, but I also want him to run farther.

No.

I want him.

I need him.

I adore him.

I love him.

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Sean's POV:

I sprint down the street, catching up to Leah, just barely brushing the tip of her braid. She turns around, startled by the action. She takes out her earbud and scoffs.

"What do you want?"

"Sorry for interrupting your run, but, why-"

"Look, Sean, you don't have to be worried, I don't care if your gay" fuck.

"No! Um, no, I'm not gay. But why did you call Scott my boyfriend?"

"He called you lovely."

"And?" I'm genuinely confused, he never calls me lovely, and I don't understand the effect.

"Remember Noah and Tyler? The guys that got punished for being together?" I nod sadly.

"Well, if you didn't know, Scott used to be friends with them. They would always hang out. How do I know this and you don't?" I roll my eyes at the statemment of accusing me of being an oblivious little shit.

"Tyler used to call Noah lovely . . . until" she clenches her teeth, which is her way of holding back tears. She plugs her ear buds in and continues to run.

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