The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

dream come true

God, I stuck. I'm posting this not only two weeks late, but at 10 PM, and only 800 words?! I even said to "get ready for next Tuesday" ugh. I'm sorry, I'm still adjusting to school (wow) and it has set me back a bit. I apologize in advance for any more broken promises I make... I hope you like the chapter!!!
---

Sean POV

"Oh god~" I hear him quietly moan. What the fuck.

Okay, so climbing in my bed in the middle of the night was a little weird, but now he's having sexy dreams in the same bed as me, which is just so odd.

"Oh, fuck," he continues. I have never heard him talk in his sleep, but I guess I'm a heavy sleeper then. He's been in this deep sleep since noon, and I couldn't just wake him up, I don't want to be rude!

"Yes, Sean!" He moans a little louder. God, I wish he would shut up about- wait, what the fuck? What did he just say-

"Sean~" he huffs again. Okay! Um, thanks for clarifying.

"Holy fuck!" That was me this time. I start freaking out, how am I not to? Scott is having a sexy dream... about me!

I start to pace wildly, grabbing at my my hair and speed walking around the room. My mind is so flooded, I don't even notice the pile of clothes on the floor, which is what causes me to trip and fall on the bed, specifically where he's sleeping. My body slams into his sleeping figure, and I just hope he's not hurt.

"Sean?" He says hoarsely, as if he just woke up. Fuck, he just woke up.

"Uh, hi," I say, my arms on either side of him, practically on top of him.

"You... you were just, uh," he says confused. "I mean, we... we were," he says, seeming to forget to think inside his head.

"Scott, you were just dreaming," I say taking a deep breathe "about us," I say those final words with a smile on my face, I just knew it! He still loves me.

"Fuck," he says sitting up. I move away and off the bed, giving him some space to clear things up in his mind. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he continues.

"No, no, Scott, it's fine!" I reassure him, "because I feel the same way," I say, grabbing his hand. He looks at our conjoined hands fearfully and pulls his away.

"Sean, I don't ... I don't feel that way anymore, I dont want to be with you," I feel a tear build up quickly not before it trails down my cheek. He doesn't love me? But, but I love him, doesn't that mean anything?

"I'm sorry, I, I should have never come," he says, getting off the bed and heading downstairs. I grab him by the arm and tug him back.

"No, please don't go," I plead. He looks down at me with pity in his eyes.

"Sean, stop, I can't be here," he says, tugging away.

"I screwed up!" I roar, making him stop, "I said I was sorry!" He sighs and turns to me.

"That's not good enough," he says sadly, heading downstairs to retrieve his things and leave. But I can't let him do that.

"Scott wait!" I run down the stairs towards the door that he's opening. I beg him not to go over and over as he continues to tell me no. I get upset and start to squeeze his shoulders tightly and shaking him. That's when he slaps me, clean across the face, which sure as hell stopped me from begging.

"I'm sorry," he says, one last time before slamming the door and leaving me on the floor all broken once again.

---
Scott POV

My phone is charged, my clothes are packed, now I need a place to stay.

"Hey Emmet!" I say as calmly as possible into the phone. I try not to give off the tone that I just stayed at my exes house and he pleaded for me to give him back but I said no and now I'm questioning my integrity to stay alive.

"Oh, Scott! My man, what's up?" How is he not a babbling mess? He only just kissed me yesterday.

"Nothing! Uh, nothing much, do you... can I, um, can I stay at your place for a little bit?" I ask him, hoping for a positive answer, but something in the back of my head fills with paranoia.

"Sure thing! My mom has wanted to meet you for a little while now," god, he's like a ray of sunshine, I can almost feel his warmth through the phone, or maybe it's just the warmth of the phone.

"Great! If you could send me your address that would by just peachy," I say through gritted teeth, I'm really trying not to sound like I've been crying.

"Okay, bye, I, uh, I love, um," he pauses, making my brain race and my heart beat faster in a panic, "I love dogs! Ha ha okay bye," he quickly hangs up the phone after racing through that trainwreck of a sentence. God, he's such a dork. A smile creeps up on my face, and, well, he just makes me happy. That's why I can't mess this up.

He's the only thing that can fix my fucked up life.