"Oh my god" he runs over to me and wraps his arms around me, but quickly refrains, pulling his arms back. I notice his red, puffy eyes. He almost says something, but he starts crying and chokes.
I try to calm him down by teaching him how to breathe again. My god, sometimes I feel like this is too much to handle. He's almost 18, but he's like a child.
"I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean t-to" he chokes again. I pull him into a hug, tracing circles on his back.
Fuck, now I feel like an asshole.
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The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott
Teen Fiction"Guys sleep at each other's houses all the time, it's just a friend thing. Because you don't like him. You. Are. Gay. STRAIGHT, I meant straight, s t r a i g h t." First story. (WARNING : I suck at writing) (WARNING #2 : this book is very much clich...
