Shooting Star

Hangovers make me wanna hang myself

Hours later, Scott woke up, on the bed of Jeremy's room. He looked down to see that his shirt wasnt on him and his pants were slightly pulled down. The first thought that ran through Scott's head was Did Jeremy and I...? He shook his head. Jeremy would never do anything like that. Hes way too pure. So pure in fact, that Scott sometimes felt like vomiting.

He was too scared to see who had been sleeping with. Oh, he knew this would happen, he'd end up sleeping with someone sooner or later. A moment later, a stirring came from next to him, making the 24 year old stiffen. Please dont be William

Please dont be William

Please dont be William

Please dont be--

"Morning, Scotty" Will rubbed his eyes and Scott yelped, and jumped out of the bed. "For the record I was drunk, okay?! Us having sex means nothing, got it?!" Scott looked at William wide eyed. "I'm straight I promise!" He said, in a not very convincing way.

William began to laugh. "Oh my God that is priceless! You thought be fucked? Of course not!" Scott looked at the ground. Well shoot, this was embarrassing. He covered his face which was becoming hot with embarrassment. Will suddenly smirked. "Unless you count a make out session." Scott's eyes widen again, and with his hand over his mouth, screamed. "I SWEAR IM NOT GAY!"

William shrugged. "No one said you were, Scott. What's the problem anyway?" Scott stood where he was, slumping against the wall, repeatedly saying one thing to himself. "I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay I'm not gay. I'm not gay I'm not--" he was cut off be the feeling of warm lips pressed against his.

At first, Scott didn't even realize it was William. But as soon as he did, he pushed away. "No! No, no no! Im--" Scott began but was cut off by Will finishing his sentence. "Not gay? So you've told be, about a million times in the last 5 minutes we've been up." Scott gulped and quickly got up, getting dressed and running out to the kitchen to see a smiling Jeremy and a smirking Mike.

"Wh-Why are you looking at me like that?" Scott asked Mike. He only snickered, and replied with, "So....how was your night?" Scott's face turned cherry red. "I--Jeremy, can you please give me permission to smack you're adopted dad?" Scott glared at Mike. Jeremy shrugged. "D-Dont let m-me stop y-you. Ju-Just n-not too h-hard." Scott smiled and smacked Mike. As hard as he could, which was surprisingly hard. Mike fell to the floor with a loud 'thud'

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Scott had already taken 7 Ibuprofen in the last--3 minutes after breakfast. "Ugh..." the shorter man groaned. "Who the h-e-double tooth picks invented hangovers?" William smirked and shook his head. "I feel ya, buddy. Hangovers make me wanna hang myself." Scott glared and growled. "I'm not your buddy Will. I never will be." He left the room and entered the perfectly good guest room he could've stayed in instead of with.....with him.

William stayed at the table, slightly dumbfounded. "Ouch." He whispered to no one in general. It didn't matter anyway. In a few weeks, Scott will be falling head over heels for him and he would have 50 bucks from Mike. He didn't really care about Scott's feelings. Nothing was going to change between the two.

........right?