Shooting Star

Are We Friends?

Scott threw his bag on the couch as soon as he walked inside. He mentally abused himself for what he did. What the fudge? He thought, furrowing his brows as he remembered grabbing William's hand. He huffed and turned on the television.

He decided that a shower would be a good idea. After he took the hot shower, Scott lay down on the couch, too lazy to put a shirt on. He continued watching the TV, as his eyes slowly started to flutter shut.

The TV was playing still, a few hours later. Scott was asleep by then, yet he heard a loud knocking on his door. He grumbled, and got up. "What?" He demanded, his voice raspy with sleep. Then he realized who was at the door.

He rubbed his eyes, tired with sleep  "Hey Will. What's up?" Will hesitated before asking, "May I come in?" Scott looked genuinely confused, and slowly nodded. "Uhm...sure. Stop staring at my stomach." He folded his arms across his chest and stepped out of the way.

Will nodded and snapped his attention to Scott's brown eyes. He walked inside, and sat on the couch. "Why are you here at 3 in the morning?" Scott asked the purple male. Will looked at him, then looked away then looked at him again. Scott furrowed his brows, frustrated. He wanted sleep. Not this. He was about to get up and leave, untill William spoke.

"Are we friends?"

Scott blinked, surprised. He looked away and thought I dont know... He smiled at Will. "What the fuck?! You wake me up at 3 in the fricking morning to ask if we're friends?!" Scott groaned and slammed his hand of the coffee table. "Of course we are, you frickin idiot!" Will smiled in return and Scott felt his heart melt. Not gay, not gay, not gay, not gay, not gay. "Can I stay over?"

"The hell do you mean can you stay over?!" Scott demand, while at the same time he wanted Will to stay. The purple man shrugged. "Its late. I'm tired. You're tired. Let me stay on the couch." He answered. Scott grumbled and walked away. "Fine. I'll get you some clothes, but they might not fit." With that, he walked out, going into his closet.

A few minutes later, Scott returned with a purple shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. "Why are you in your underwear?!" He covered his eyes, and threw the clothes at Will, turning around. Will chuckled and slipped the clothes on. The shirt was a little big, as it was on Scott as well. The pants were too small, and only barely covered his hips.

Scott grumbled, and walked away. "Dont do anything stupid. Dont leave in the middle if the fucking night. No blasting my TV at 4 in the morning," Will opened his mouth. "Actually the TV was on when you opened the door..." he defended himself. Scott finished with, "And stay out of my room, you perv." He slammed the door, rattling the pictures and leaving Will slightly confused.

Scott lay on his bed, trying to fall asleep. But he couldn't. A shadow at the door told him that Willam was still there. "Go to fricking bed!" He yelled, slightly crabby. Truth be told, he hasn't slept in days. Since their 'date' hes had a hard time falling asleep. Will reatreated, and Scott fluttered his eyes closed.

Will sat on the couch, staring at Scott's room. He wanted to see him. He wanted to sleep with him, to cuddle with him, to love him. No homo though. The purple male sighed and watched the clock tick, getting slightly annoyed by the sound.  He looked at Scott's room once again, got up and knocked on the door.

A very rude, "Jesus fricking Christ. WHAT?!" Came from the other side if the door. Will thought about leaving back to the couch but instead asked, "Can I lay down with you?" He was expecting a 'No' from Scott but instead, Scott unlocked the door and let him in.

Will smiled and sat on the bed, and Scott lay down. Will lay down and put his arm around around Scott's waist. Scott stiffened under the touch, and tried to fall asleep. Will intertwined their legs and Scott shot his eyes open and sat up. "No! That's your side, stay over there." He demanded, and lay back down.

Scott tried to fall asleep. He couldn't. He stared at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling. Dont judge him okay. You can still be a 24 year old with a 6 year old mind. He looked at Will, propping himself up on one elbow. Based on Will's breathing, Scott assumed that he was sleeping. Scott hesitated before laying down and cuddling into Scott's chest. He fluttered his eyes shut smiled at the words,

"Goodnight Scotty..."