"C'mon, Spy! What are you doing!" Scout yelled at the door.
"It is for your own good!" Spy said.
You watched as Scout slunk down the wall. He took a deep breath and looked away.
Was he nervous about something?
"Scout, why did Spy lock us in the shower room? Did he want us to take a shower together?" You giggled. Scout let out a nervous chuckled, face burning red.
Why was his face red?
You began to noice small details you didn't before; his freckles the scattered his face, his piercing blue eyes, his thin lips... all so attractive-
Stop. You told yourself. Scout was a friend, a teammate, a co-worker. Nothing more.
You looked away from him for a second, trying to find something else to focus on.
You looked back, only for your eyes to be caught with Scout's.
You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.
He started to scoot closer to you, making your heart stop.
He leaned over you, to which you were almost at the point of laying fully on the ground.
"J-Jeremy..?" You whispered, sounding almost helpless.
This pushed Scout over the edge. He had been wanting to do this for so long.
He took out his Boston Basher and slammed it into your face.
Then, Spy whipped open the door.
"SCOUT! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CONFESS, NOT MURDER HER!" Spy screamed.
"Medic can take care of her now." Scout shrugged and threw you over his shoulder. "Besides, I like Miss. Pauling more."
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Various Oneshots
FanficBuckle your seatbelts, fuckers. More oneshots from yours truly. These will probably include Eddsworld, Team Fortress 2, YouTubers, and offensive music artists.
