Shooting Star

Secrets

Scott swallowed, thinking of a way to answer William's question. He didnt want to hurt his feelings, but at the same time he wanted to crush the purple males heart. Scott looked around, trying to think of something,  anything to say.

His anxiety levels suddenly rocketed through the roof. Why? William keeps staring intensely at Scott. Instead of answering him, Scott simply shoves Will out of the way and leaves the security office.

William watched Scott go. He didnt bother going after him. If Scott wanted to be alone, William is going to let him be alone. Though it was hard not to. He stared at the doorway for a good twenty minutes before focusing back on the cameras.

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Scott sat against the wall in the safe room. No, he didnt like this room one bit. In fact, he absolutely despised this room. But it was his only escape. He knew about the room, as did every other employee but they never actually went in there. Scott pulled out a journal he got a long time ago. He was supposed to fill it out each day. Did he? Of course not.

The journal was for his therapist. Scott believed he didnt need one. If anyone needed therapy, it was William. He didnt trust therapists anyway. Sure, they're supposed to help and all, but, there's no way in heaven or hell that he was going to a total stranger to talk about his problems. Which is why he had the notebook. The first page was a note from his mom.

"Scotty, I know there are times you need to cry on someones shoulder. There will be times you miss me, but, honey i ask you to push these away. I don't want you to feel empty or sad. Remember all of the good things that happened with you and I. I know you're father wasnt there after you came out, and now I'm not. But, I just want you to know that I will always be there, okay?I will always be with you. Scotty, hon, if you're reading this, please make sure that everyone you meet is happy, okay?"

Scott shoved the journal back into his bag. His mom was right. He should be sad. Should he? Everyone grieves in their own way but...his was of grief was to harm himself. He got up and made his way through the restaurant, making sure the kids were safe.

He casually walked back into the security office, and saw Will there, staring at the screen like it was an optical illusion. The younger male snapped at William. He wouldnt react. Scott waved his hand, he turned off the screen. Still nothing. The hell is wrong with him? William suddenly snapped out of his trance. "Oh. Hey, Scott." He sounded disappointed to see his partner back in the office.

That was all it took for Scott to do a 180 and leave. If William didnt want his help, that's fine by him. Scott walked into the dining area and sat far back where no one could see him.  He stared at the children. How they were so happy in a place like this was anyones guess. He sighed and waited for work to end.

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Mike's having another party. Which resulted in Jeremy asking to hang at Scott's this time. Scott let his young friend inside and greeted, "Mi casa es tu casa." Jeremy gave him a confused look and Scott laughed. The two did things any normal friends would do. I mean, if normal friends bake then yeah.

After they ate their dinner, Jeremy was fast asleep on the couch. Scott pulled a blanket over the boy to make him comfortable. He went upstairs and changed into something more presentable. He grabbed his phone and wallet. With one swift movement, Scott was out of the house and on his way to Mikes.

Scott knocked on the door. At first it wasnt loud enough for anyone to hear it, so after rolling his eyes and sighing, Scott did what he does best. He punched the door. Not hard enough to make a hole, but hard enough to dent it. After a couple of seconds he was greeted with a, "What the fuck dude?" From Mike. Scott patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah good to see you too."

Scott doesn't drink. But, he needed this. He needed to loosen up a little. Mike followed him with a really confused look. "Are you aware that what you're holding is a bottle of vodka?" Scott glanced at Mike with a 'no shit sherlock' look. He had a shot glass in his hand, which should've been the first sign that he wanted to drink. Instead Scott set the glass on the counter and drank from the bottle itself.

After drinking half of the bottle and Mike desperately trying to stop him, Scott was drunk. Mike wasnt as drunk but that didnt stop him from finding William and dragging Scott and Will to his room. "Now have sex, I dunno. There's condoms on the dresser."

A loud gasp came from William, probably translating to, 'what the fuck?' He looked over at Scott. He saw that the younger male wasnt on the floor anymore. William furrowed his brows. Where was Scott? He asked himself, but a movement ontop of his answered that question.

Scott sat on William, in a very seductive way. William tried pushing his friend off of him, but Scott wouldnt budge. "Scott. Get off, you're drunk." William complained, still pushing Scott away. The younger male pouted, and kissed Will. "Why daddy?" Wills head shot up. Scott had lost his seductive look and now looked so innocent. So submissive... William shook his head. The fact that he could feel his dick erecting made him slightly annoyed.

William pushed Scott off of him, who finally got up and dug through Mike's closet. "What are you doing Scotty?" The purple male questioned. Scott finally found what he was looking for. A bottle of vodka and some beer bottles. "Secretsss."

I'm sorry, what? The hell is this? Will blinked and asked, "What?" To which Scott explained the rules. It was hard for William to translate, since his younger friend slurred his words together. He nodded after Scott explained the rules to him. "Yeah it sounds fun, why not?" He asked and Scott clapped like a child. "Yaayyy!"

They were drunk. They probably wouldnt remember any of this in the morning. It was Scott's turn and he thought for a moment. He turned back to William and asked, "Are you a virgin?" To which the purple man replied with a "Nope." He popped the 'p' and waited for Scott to answer. "Me eitherrr." He confessed while drinking from the vodka bottle.

Well that's not part of the rules. "Scott you answered the question. You cant drink from the bottle." Willliam explained, tapping his fingers impatiently. Scott swallowed and laughed. "Oh yeahh." He slurred, like he just now remembered the rules of the game. He shrugged and set the bottle down.
He couldn't even form words anymore, so it took William a minute to figure out what Scott was saying.

"Sezzualiyyy?" Scott cocked his head to the side like a dog. Once Will figured it out, he pointed to a pin in his shirt. "Proudly pan." He said with a happy smile and turned to Scott. Or tried to at least, because the black haired male had him pinned down and gave a drunk smile. "Gayyy." He replied.