Shooting Star

I dunno what to call this chapter--

The clown smiled down at Scott. She was much taller than him and could sense his fear. Good. He should be afraid. She turned to William. "Father, you never told me you were gay."

Willaim gave her a stern look. One of the looks your mom gives you after you threaten to hit your brother. "I'm not. I dont care about gender." He replied.

Circus Baby nodded, and turned to Scott. He froze at the sight of her eyes on him. She was just a robot, yet acted like a normal human being. It was unnatural. He snapped out of his thoughts as someone snapped thier fingers in front of his eyes and said, "Well?"

Scott gulped and looked at the clown. His fear still arising, and he was getting into a fighting stance, in case he had to. William seemed to notice because he put his hands on Scott's shoulders and whispered, "Calm down."

Scott nodded, knowing that Will was right. He leaned in and asked, in a voice slightly above a whisper, "what did she ask?" He sounded slightly embarrassed that he hadn't heard her. "Your sexuality."

Scott scoffed and looked at the giant clown in front if him. He was no longer scared, that feeling now replaced with a sarcastic one. "Shouldnt you have known that when you started sharing my personal information?" He asked, in a slightly mocked tone.

Baby looked slightly shocked by his new behavior then shifted her feet around and mumbled, "That was important information..." Scott rolled his eyes then saw her worried expression and immediately felt guitly.

"...I'm gay."

The clown looked up and smiled, almost a human like smile. She nodded and faced her 'father' as she called him. "You two should get some rest. Dont do anything weird though." She turned and left the room.

Scott stood where he was with his eyes wide and his face red. He blinked back into reality and turned to William. Except said nothing. He just went back to the bed and sat on it. William lay down on Scott's lap, and fell asleep.

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Scott woke up much earlier than he had expected. He felt amazing. Not only because he had actually got some sleep, but also because he now had something he wanted for a long time. He didn't give any intentions on giving it away, either.

Scott decided, he would leave. Yeah, that's rude and he knew that. "Is that basically a one night stand?" He asked himself. A buzz in his front pocket. He grabbed his phone out of it and unlocked it.

He looked at his notifications and saw several from Jeremy. Scott skimmed through, not really paying attention. They said something about his birthday.

Scott sighed and placed his phone back. Isnt that boy too old for parties? He quickly got out a sheet of paper and wrote a note, leaving it on William's nightstand.

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The party was supposed to start at 8:00 exactly. Except everyone knew that no one was actually going to show up right on time. Scott was still trying to get a presentable outfit picked out for the occasion.

He tore through his closet, and decided that, he would wear casual clothes. He pulled on a blue hoodie and Jean's. Then grabbed his phone and keys, twirling the jangly rings around his finger. He left his house, locking the door. He turned around and--

"Ow!" Scott took a step back, and rubbed his head. He looked up in anger. What did he hit? Or what hit him? A familiar voice piped up, "Why would you leave so early? I was worried."

Scott walked away, and called from behind Will, "I'm going to a party- that you're not invited to." He shrugged and unlocked his car door, entering it. William walked over to the window and knocked on it. Scott rolled it down, just a little bit. "What?"

"What do you mean I'm not invited?"

"Its a birthday party, dude. No one trust you there."

William looked slightly offended. "First of all, dont call me 'dude' we're dating and its weird. Second, why dont you guys trust me?" Scott raised a brow, and gave a look. He sighed and rolled up the window, waving at his boyfriend, and drove off.

All car rides are boring. Especially when you have nothing to do. Scott looked at the time and saw he was only twenty minutes late. No biggie. He growled in frustration and began to go just barely over the speed limit.

He felt like he had forgotten something, just, he didnt know what that something was. Reluctantly he continued to drive, and pulled into the driveway of a house painted a boring white and gray color.

He turned off his car and got out, locking it on the way. He knocked on Mike's door, waiting patiently at the porch. The light turned on, almost surprising him. The door flew open and suddenly he was yanked into the dark house