The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Fuck Off

Sorry this is so short
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Sean POV

I race down the street, my feet hitting the puddles with every step, soaking my jeans. I can see Scott in the distance, but I know he can't see me.

"Scott!" I cry out his name, but to no avail. "Scott please!" I try again, but he doesn't seem to hear me. I break into a sprint, trying to get as close as I can.

"Scott!" I cry out, a little breathlessly. I see him turn aroundband spot me through the pouring rain.

"W-what the fuck are you doing Sean? He yells at me, "Why don't you just go and think about other people," I see a tear roll down his cheek, but I couldn't quite tell if it was him or the sky.

"I do," I say, thinking about what to say after that.

"What?" He contemplates with complete confusion and disbelief across his eyes.

"I do think about other people, I think about how other people would react if I told them, I think about how other people would look at me down the hallway if they knew, I think about how many friends I would lose if they saw, I think about other people and how much I want them to end this stupid little-" I catch myself before I can go on, clenching my teeth and tightening my fist into balls. I look at Scott and can clearly see now that it's not the rain drops hitting his soft, red cheeks.

"But most of all, I think about being with other people,"

"F-fuck you! Like that makes me feel any b-better asshole," he turns to walk away, but I reach for his shoulder and turb him to look at me, before continuing.

"And I think about how much that would fucking suck," I see him roll his eyes, not in a annoyed way, but in a cute way. He covers his red face, and I can soon here giggles escape mouth. He uncovers his face smiling wide

"You're a fucking douchebag," he puishes me away, still smiling.

"And you're a fucking shithead," I say pulling him closer by the waist.

"Fuck y-" I cut him off as I connect my lips with his. And, holy shit, he doesn't pull away. His PTSD and anger don't seem to do anything right now. I take advantage of that and deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms all the way around his waist, pulling him even closer. We pull away to catch our breaths, when he begins to speak.

"Sean, wait, wait," he he pushes me away slightly, god I hope this isn't his mental issues breaking out. "What if people see?"

"I don't care," I reply, I don't really mean it though. I just know that no one will be able to see us in this heavy rain. I reach for another kiss, when he interupts.

"B-but, wait, what about Alex?" He says sadly, looking disappointed.

"Okay now that's a little tricky,"

"I fucking knew it!" He pushes me away. He begins to walk away, when I grab at his arm.

"No, no, wait!" I pull him closer to me, and he tries to fight my hand off, but I'm too strong. "Come back to my house, we'll talk this out," he tries to fight off again, but to no avail. "Come one Scott, let's get out of the rain," he loosens up.

"Fine," he sighs. He begins walking back toward my house, when I here him say "you're still a douchebag,"