The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Christmas I

This chapter is full of a lot of dialogue, sorry.
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Message Sent 7:00am, December 20
Scott: good morning lovely!

my boi💕: its 7:00am, I'm supposed to be
allowed to sleep in

Scott: come on, its almost Christmas! I'm excited!!!

my boi💕: of course you are

Scott: so, are you doing anything for the holidays?

my boi💕: well, my sister's back on town, but she's going to some party, so, no.

Scott: would you, maybe, wanna spend them with me?

my boi💕: r ur parents okay with me?

Scott: they won't be home

my boi💕: oh, so open to opportunities 😉

Scott: gross! You nasty boy

my boi💕: yes, but im ur nasty boy

His comment sends a fire through my heart. I set my phone down on the kitchen counter and head upstairs to get ready for the day, putting on a Christmas sweater and some black skinny jeans. I grab my beanie and fit it over my hair, then throw on a scarf.

When I get downstairs, horror.

"So where are you going?" My mom says, crossing her arms.

"I'm just going to church,"

"Don't lie to me, Scott," her stern voice makes me tense up, "who are you texting?" She holds up my phone, revealing my texts. I clench my teeth, and try to think about what to say.

"What? You mean Hope?" I stammer.

"Scott, Hope doesn't have a sister, and Hope isn't a boy, is she?" She knows.

"No," I hold back tears, preparing for any punishment that comes my way.

"Then who are you texting, Scott?" She looks at me with sad eyes. I respond with silence. "Honey, is it a boy?"

"I'm sorry mom," I whisper, letting out a cry. She slowly walks towards me, I prepare for the same backhand slap I received long ago. But, she instead pulls me into a bug. I cry harder.

"I know, you have sinned, but your still my son," I hug her back. "I'm sorry," I feel tears soak into my sweater.

"It's okay mom," I feel her squeeze harder.

"Do you need us to stay here and talk?"

"No, mom, I'm fine, remember?"

"Oh, right, him, you guys are gonna do the stuff. Um, who exactly is this guy?"

"First of all, we might not do anything, I just, can't," she nods and almost sighs in relief, "and, you know him, he's a family friend,"

"Is it Jeremiah? Joseph's son?!" I almost physically cringe, the thought of even having a conversation with that douche makes me want to shoot myself.

"What, no! I would never," she sighs in relief, she doesn't seem to like him too much either. She shakes her head in confusion.

"I don't know, Scott, who is it?" She forces a smile, clearly not being supportive with any of this I take a deep breathe, ignoring her expression.

"Sean," she's wide eyed at first, but then she nods pursing her lips. "What?"

"Sorry, I guess, I can see it. Why you like him," my whole face goes red, "I mean the jawline, and his arms," I grow even more red.

"What are we talking about over here," I practically fall out of my chair at the noise of my fathers deep voice. He smiles as toothy grin.

"Oh, we were just talking about-"

"Nothing!" I interrupt, "just... sports,"

"Oh, you thinking about trying out for the team?" Fuck.

"Maybe," I awkwardly laugh. I can't wit til they're gone.

"Bye, Scott! We love you! Don't get into any trouble," my mom winks.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"Yeah, dad I'm fine, bye!" I close the door, hearing mutter of whatever else they're saying. Luckily Jonah told my parents about the whole 'fuck you!' predicament, so I don't have to go.

I grab my phone, deciding how, or even if I should tell him that my mom knows. I walk into my backyard, pulling out cigarette, easing my anxiety.

Message sent 3:46pm, December 20
Scott: hey lovely! You awake?
my boi💕: yes? Its like 4?
Scott: Okay, I have something to tell you...
my boi💕: u ok dude?
Scott: yeah, I just...
Scott: can you come over?
my boi💕: already? Am I spending the whole week over there?
Scott: will you just do it? I'll explain when you get here
my boi💕: be there in 10

I hold the phone to my chest, excited that he's gonna be here, but dreading the fact that he's probably gonna beat me up when he figures out that my mom knows. I inhale one more puff before i flick the cigarette into the garden.

A half an hour later I hear a knock at the door. He's late. I swing open the door to Sean, I cross my arms, dissapointed in his lateness. He notices my anger and grabs the backs of my thighs, swinging me over his shoulder. I can't help but giggle at his action. He plops me down on the couch, practically landing on top of me. He rests his lips on my collarbone, trailing up my neck.

"I'm sorry I was late," he whispers. I shutter, his voice sending shivers throughout my body. He continues, biting my neck.

"Sean," I push him up, but he won't knudge, "I need to tell you something," he finally gives in, pulling himself off of me.

"Okay, so, um, my mom... Knows"

"What?"

"She knows,"

"What?!"

"Sorry..."

"What the fuck Scott!" He yells, jerking off the couch, throwing his hands in the air. "I can't believe this, what if she tells your dad? And then he tells my dad, and then I won't be in football, which means no more scholarship and then..." He trails off, pacing around the carpet.

"Wait, Sean," I grab his arm, but he continues to pace, "Sean, Sean... Sean!" He stops looking back at me with a face of panic. "My mom's actually fine with it..."

"The same mom that threw away your tv because you were watching Hannah Montana?" He looks at me questioningly, I blush, I didn't know he knew that.

I simply, and questionably say "yes," he calms down, asking me more questions about the situation, I hope that the whole week isn't full of little predicaments.

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